The next day at lunch time I sit with Cartman and his crew. They all look at me while I begin to eat. Few minutes later they ignore me and that's when I tap Cartman's arm.
"Cartman I need to tell you something." I say
"What" He says
"Its Wendy " I say " She won't leave me alone."
He just shrugs his shoulders and I go back to eating my pizza when an idea pops in my head.
"Did you know that Wendy called you a coward." I say
Hid head turns quickly and I almost regretted saying it. I wait for his response so I can react.
"I'm not a coward." He says "Why would she say that?!"
"Cause that's the reason why she left you for me." I say while taking a bite of my pizza
He slowly says "She thinks your braver than me?"
I nod my head and get up with my tray in my hands. I look back at him and he looks like he can rip somebody's head off. Before I could open the door, Wendy comes flying into my arms. She wraps her arms around my neck and starts to giggle. A growl reaches my ears and I gulp.
The rest of the day was filled with Cartman staring me down and growling whenever I touched or looked at Wendy.
By the time I got off the bus I was sure Cartman hated me and wanted to kill me. Shaking my head I begin to walk towards my block. A set of soft footsteps has been following me since a couple blocks back. I turn around just to dee Tweek. He looks horrible and even more fragile than normal. His hair is in nots and the bags under his eyes are worst. Eyes are puffy and red as if he was crying for days.
"Tweek what's wrong?" I say
He just runs towards me and wraps his arms around my waist. He buries his face in my jacket and I can feel the wetness from his eyes. I rub shapes on his back to calm him down. Once he's calmed down I take him to my place.
He's sitting on my bed with a cup of coffee and staring at his feet. I take a seat next to him and put a friendly arm around his shoulders. He's shaking but not as violently as before.
"Craig." He whispers
I say "Yes.
" Clyde, He." He pauses
"He what Tweek?" I say
He turns to me with tears in his eyes and holds out his arm. I lift up his shirt sleeve and I gasp. black and purple mixed with blue handprints are all his arm.
"Tweek" I say " What has Clyde done?"
