Stan's POV
I shut my locker and lean my back against its cool metal. Though my jacket keeps me from actually feeling it.
"I know." Was Kenny's first statement when he walked up to me.
"You know what?" I ask, I know what he's talking about, but I can't out myself encase that's not what he's talking about
"I know you're gay and have the hots for Tucker." Kenny answers
"No I'm not, and no I don't" I roll my eyes and look at him
"Hmmm yes you do." Kenny groans, stretching.
"Okay, fine. So what if I do?" I snap at him
"No need to get mad, nobody has to know... if... I get something in return." Kenny chuckles and glares at me
"Oh god what do you want from me?" I ask
"Money." Kenny answers
"Of course you do you poor piece of shit" I roll my eyes
"Fork over the money before I tell everyone." Kenny says holding his hand out for the money, I sigh and reach into my pocket and pulling out a few dollars and putting it in his hand.
"Thank you. I won't tell anyone today." He walks away and I roll my eyes.
Craig's POV
"Hey Tucker. You got the cash?" Kenny asks, walking up to me
"I'm a little short today but I have some..." I pull out $1.50 and hand it to him. Kenny sighs and glares at me, shoving me to the locker.
"If you don't want people to know about your little crush on Stan then you'll pay double tomorrow." He says threateningly
"Yeah. Yeah whatever, fuck off" I push Kenny off me and shake my head, How the fuck did he figure out? Did he ask Clyde? Did the threaten Clyde? Is it just a guess to get money? I walk over to Clyde and lean against the locker next to him.
"So.." I start
"Hey Craig" Clyde responds shutting his locker and facing me
"Did you tell Kenny?" I ask
"What? No!" Clyde exclaims
"The why is he making me pay him to keep his mouth shut?" I ask "how the fuck does he know?"
"I don't. Know." Clyde answers, I get fed up and reach into my pocket, pulling out my pocket knife and opening it, pushing him against the lockers and pushing the knife to his throat.
"Tell me what you know." I say through my teeth
"Craig... it's just obvious..." he admits
"No. It. Isn't" I push it against his neck a bit more
"Okay! He asked and I confirmed it!" Clyde admits
"Thank you." I put the knife away and keep him against the locker "but you shouldn't have done that. I've given at least fifty bucks to the fucker" I add
"Then stop giving him money." Clyde shrugs
"I can't! If I don't give him money he'll tell everyone!" I exclaim
"So..?" He asks
"Then Stan would know and he'd hate me forever!" I exclaim
"God you're so fucking stupid" Clyde pushes me back and walks away. I scoff and roll my eyes, walking to class
~The next day~
"Craig? Money." Kenny's voice echos from behind me.
"No." I state
"What? No?" He asks "Then you want everyone to know that you're a freak? A disgusting freak. A faggot... who likes an obviously straight guy?" Kenny asks
"Fuck you. Tell anyone. I don't. Care." I shut my locker and walk away, Kenny takes my shoulders and pulls me closer.
"Last chance. Pay up." Kenny harshly whispers into my ear.
"No." I growl
"Fine." Kenny takes a deep breath "HEY EVERYONE!!!" Everyone in the hallway turns to face Kenny. "CRAIG TUCKER IS A FUCKING FAGGOT!!!" He exclaims, I look down and hide my face as everyone gasps and the entire hallway goes silent "THATS NOT ALL!!! HE'S GAY FOR THE SCHOOL JOCK STAN MARSH!!!" He adds, everyone starts laughing, aside from Clyde, Stan, and Kyle. I look to the side and push back the people, running to the bathroom and locking my self in a stall, shaking from fear, they were laughing at me... Stan probably thinks I'm a freak now... the bathroom door opens and there's a knock at the stall door.
I sniffle and sigh "Occupied"
"Craig come out of there we have to talk" I hear the voice say, ah shit. It's Stan...
I shake my head, though he can't see "I can't talk to you right now... you think I'm a freak!" I begin crying, banging my head against the stall wall.
"Craig... open the door..." Stan softly demands, I sigh and open the door, looking down and twiddling my thumbs
"Spare your words, I know I'm a freak" I wipe my eyes and close my eyes, a pair of arms wrap around me and I look up to see Stan's jacket, he's hugging me.
"It's okay, I... I like you too Craig" Stan says
"You aren't... aren't straight?" I ask
"I'm pretty damn gay" Stan chuckles
"You actually like me?" I ask
"Yeah" Stan answers, swaying back and forth
"So... Us then..?" I ask
"Us?" Stan asks
"Oh my god. Do I have to ask formally?" I roll my eyes
"Will you be mine?" Stan asks
"Damnit! I wanted to be the one to ask!" I exclaim, giggling "Yes, I will" I add, he smiles and hugs me tighter.
I walk over to the mirror and look at myself, seeing my cheeks stained with tears. I shake my head as I run my thumb across my cheek.
"So Kenny was blackmailing you too?" Stan asks, I glance over at him and shoot him a confused look
"Too?" I ask
"Yeah. He's been making me give him six bucks a day, to keep his damn mouth shut." Stan says, stretching at the last few words.
"He's been making you give him six dollars? He's only been making me give him three!" I exclaim, sticking my tongue out, looking at his reflection in the Mirror, I splash some water in my face and dry t off.
He smirks and chuckles "that poor piece of shit."
I laugh at that, throwing the paper towel and walking back over to Stan, re-adjusting my hat and giving him a small smile
"Well... lets get to class, we have a poor kids ass to kick." I hold my hand out for his, he takes my hand and we walk through the halls
"Aww so cute" we hear from behind us as we walk, we turn to see Kenny.
"Fuck you." I flip him off
"Why didn't you tell us dude?" Stan asks
"Because I didn't profit from that, poor kids gotta earn dough somehow." Kenny answers
"You didn't 'earn' any of it" I step forward toward him and shoot him a threatening glare.
"I worked really hard to get who you two liked. So in a way, yes. I did earn it." He argues
"Harassing our best friends for the answers isn't working hard" I roll my eyes, pulling my knife out and pushed him to the lockers, the knife going to his neck. "Give me one reason not to use this." I add
"Because... I.... I got you two together!" Kenny exclaims, I back off, Putting the knife back.
"You're right. But that doesn't mean you aren't getting away with this harm-free." I punch him in the face, he goes to the ground. I look at Stan and wave at him to join me, and we begin to beat him up. Once we're finished I spit on him and we both walk away, hand in hand.
"Was that too much?" Stan asks
"I think we scared him enough into leaving us alone, that's all I care about" I answer
He gives a small chuckle and I lead us to the front door of the school.
"Aren't we going to class?" Stan asks
"I feel like ditching with you. Wanna?" I answer
"Oh uh... sure" Stan and I leave the school and go to the park, sitting on the benches side by side because we're too old to play on the equipment.
