File xXx《Yandere Kyman》

Chapter 3 - Danger

Craig Tucker - March 18, 2004

I sat at my desk, staring at the back of the class. My gaze then shifted to the boy in the green trapper hat, who was quietly working. My mind wandered off, and I was reminded of something that I found to be really odd - It was the way Cartman looked at Kyle.

There was something off about the mischievous gleam in his eyes that sent chills running down my spine. Something was going to happen - something bad. I could just tell from the way he looked at Kyle. I usually wouldn't care about Kyle and his squad, but this was a different case. Something in my head was telling me that Kyle needed to be protected from Cartman, no matter how much I hated him.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I sprung up and ran out of the room, with the rest of the class trailing behind me.

I scanned every hall, with my trusty notepad in hand. Yea I know, it's strange that I'm taking the time to help my enemy, along with the fact that I'm researching him and his frenemy.

Every hall was swarmed with students, and I was unable to spot Kyle. But to my luck, I got a glimpse of a blue and yellow hat in the hall ahead. I quickly sprinted towards the boy, then stopped a few feet behind him. I put on a blank face and casually walked up to him.

"Hey, dickhead." I scoffed, giving him the usual middle finger.

"What do you want, fag." He replied in a venomous tone. I sighed, and put my hands in the pockets of my blue jacket. Was I doing the right thing?

"I know that you've been stalking Kyle lately." I looked up at him. My hands began to shake. My breath hitched. My eyes widened in fear. Those eyes...I cautiously backed up. But that was a bad idea. He grabbed me by the collar of my coat and pulled me dangerously close to him.

"Mind your own fucking business, fag." I hesitated but pulled a risky move.

"And what if I don't?" Cartman started to laugh, then calmed down. His face twisted into a devious, indescribably horrific smile, as his grip on my coat tightened. I gulped down the urge to cry for help, for I knew the consequence would be appalling.

"I'll destroy your most prized possession, and make your life a living hell. Now mind your own damn business." He let go of my coat, but I didn't run.

"I don't have a most prized possession. Nothing matters that much to me." I calmly replied, dusting off my coat. Cartman chuckled deviously, then smiled.

"I'd recommend keeping a close eye on your boyfriend, Tucker." His words rolled off his tongue like venom. My heart began racing.

"Tweek..." I backed up, whipped around, and bolted out of the hall, as laughing could be heard from behind me.

Cartman knew that Tweek was my only weakness. Shit. I continued to run, as my legs felt as if they were made of jello. I needed to see Tweek. Cartman is dangerous, I can tell. I busted into the library, which was seemingly empty. I ran to the back, and into the coffee room behind the last bookshelf.

"Tweek! Where are you?!" Tweek popped out from behind the empty bookshelf. I felt relief wash over me, as I walked over to Tweek and pulled him into a loving embrace.

"Tweek, honey..."

"Craig? Are you okay?" He cautiously put his arms around me.

"Please, stay safe..."

"ι ℓσνє уσυ..."