Best Friends?

Chapter 7 - The fuck.

Kyle's P.O.V

I had brought Davíd to class, and thankfully we had 1st and 2nd period together.

"Okay you rascals. We have a new student with us today" Professor Yarn announced on his mic, as some of the students glanced at the door, others uninterested.

As soon as he got inside, he immediately looked up at me and waved.

"Good Morning guys, my name is Davíd Rodriguez. I was already once a citizen in South Park, and now I've come back!"

All the students clapped, and Professor Yarn gave us the privilege to spend 1st period just getting to know Davíd.

I already saw at the side that he was flocked with girls.

" *sigh* Jesus, all the chicks in this university man... Their all the same... Hmph. Well, my Tweekers is better." I felt an elbow nudge me.

Craig was just wanting to talk again.

Me and him were kinda getting a bit closer to, because he had his own problems with Tweek, and mine with Stan.

"Yep. Tweek is definitely better than everyone here." I agreed with him.

He stared at me and then glanced at the blonde just a few desks away from us.

I joined him as I looked at Tweek just murmuring to himself and then sipping coffee from his father's business.

"I miss him sooo much..." Craig whispered, but loud enough so I could hear it.

Again, he sighed and placed his gaze back at me.

"How's shit with Stan?"

I gave him a blank expression which he immediately understood.

"Stupid asshole..." Craig whispered again.

I chucked at him.

"You should seriously stop that whole 'whispering, but you can still hear' thing. You'll get in trouble one day."

He face palmed.

"I'm doing this on purpose you idiot. So that you can hear me" The thought of him doing that just made me smile more.

"Why? So I can hear you gossip to yourself?"

"I don't really know if gossip's the right word..."

I saw Craig grab his bag and then pull out something that looked really familiar but I just couldn't remember the name...

"You want some?" He asked as he opened up the green box that he had pulled out from his bag, which definitely had Japanese initials on it.

I nodded, confused.

He handed me a stick that was covered in chocolate, only the beginning part of the stick didn't have chocolate.

OH! It's what the Japanese call "pocky"

Craig was silently just nibbling it and rotating his head wherever. If Craig noticed that someone he didn't know was looking at him, he'd show them his middle finger.

That's just how he is.

I placed the pocky in my mouth and just grabbed a random novel from my bag.

I noticed after a while that Craig had stopped eating.

He was just staring at me eat.

After I finished one pocky, he'd be quick to grab another one from the box and shove it in my mouth.