I Don't Love You: Clyde Donovan x Reader

Chapter Eighteen

I felt good, really good at that. I asked the girls if I could hang around with them at the pool, and they agreed. I was at a high again. I added boys back on social media, and it felt good. It felt so good to just have that little freedom back. I couldn't believe that I had foolishly given it up. 

*Clyde's P.O.V.*

She had blocked me on everything. I hadn't seen her in days, and she didn't even bother to see if I was okay. She didn't care. After everything we had been through, she didn't care, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. I couldn't stop crying. Everything tore me apart. Everything made me think about her.  

All I did was lay in my bed. That's all I could do. I couldn't function. I had taken on (Y/N)'s type of sad music. There were playlists I had let her make on my phone, and all I could do was play them on replay. 

"Okay, you sad cunt, it's time to actually do something," a voice yelled, barging in my room.

I rolled over in my bed to see Token, Tweek, and Craig all standing there. 

"J-j-jesus Christ, w-w-when's the last time you-you showered," Tweek freaked out, looking around the room.

"Clyde, you need to move and get up," Token said.

I looked at them for a half second and rolled over in my bed, facing back to the wall.

"No, no, no," Token mumbled, pulling the covers off of me.

"Oh my God," Craig grumbled, covering his nose.

 It was true. I hadn't showered in a while. I haven't moved in a while. I couldn't. There wasn't a point to moving. I had no purpose.

"Dude, get up," Token repeated, grabbing my arm and trying to pull me off the bed.

"Dude, fuck off," I growled pulling away from him. "I just want to sit in here and die."

"God, he's going to be like Marsh and turn into one of those douchey Goth kids," Craig laughed under his breath.

"OH GOD!" Tweek commented.

I finally sat up in total frustration, "Get out and fuck off. You don't get it. I love her."

I broke too. Tears strolled down my face. 

I love her so much. 

"Dude, don't tell me I don't get it. I loved Nicole, and she's off with another guy, Broflovski of all guys. I get it so hard. It sucks," Token sighed, pain underlining his eyes.

"Jesus Christ, you want us to leave you alone to cry," Craig snarled.

"C-C-Craig!" Tweek tried to scold.

Craig just flipped him off and physically pulled me off the bed.

"Get in the fucking shower. I'm done listening to you guys cry about your tampons. Clean yourself up, and we'll-" Craig paused and looked around the disaster of my room, "we'll try and so something about this."

I slumped over and walk to the hall to get to the bathroom, still sniffling.

"Dude, you don't have to be such a dick all of the time," I over heard Token say.

"I'm sorry, did you want to continue to talk about your PMSing. No? Okay, then help me strip the bed," Craig replied.

I sighed and started the shower, still listening to the sad playlist.