Things happen (Cryle)

Chapter 17

Kyle's POV

That motherfucker in the orange hoodie is planning something. No doubt, his bitch Butters is onto it too.

(Personally, I didn't mean to call them that but due to my current state of frustration I couldn't help it)

Anyway, we were only one lesson away til lunch begins. Craig and I barely talked to each other in the previous lessons. That saddened me a little but all in all, I found it way too amusing.

Craig Tucker, the Badass That Doesn't Give Zero Fucks was nervous.

I'm impressed how he's hiding it so well but when you're sitting up close you can see his legs slightly shaking.

I couldn't blame him though. Kenny was the Number One Prankster of the entire school and the pranks he pulled were no joke. He was basically a professional since it was basically his type of Art.

Realization hit me like a brick.

Kenny, you sly fox.

I smiled internally.

He was basically messing with Craig. Getting him nervous for nothing.

Should I inform Craig about this?

Absolutely not.

Hell, I'm going to enjoy this.

That's when I played along.

"Hey Craig." I whispered.

He turned his head and asked silently,

"Yeah?"

"Just a Little warning. Kenny is way too protective over his precious people. Remember the time when Cartman purposely broke Butter's favourite lunch box." I informed.

He nodded and added, "Yeah. I remember Cartman didn't show up at school for three weeks because of a suspension."

"It wasn't because of a suspension." I retorted.

It was true though. Kenny brought hell on Cartman with tons of super glue, syrup, feathers and glitters that would take three weeks to remove.

The pictures Kenny gave me after that made me cry with tears of joy as I laughed my ass off until my chest began to ache.

Those pictures were pure blackmail.

Holy Shit!

Craig is pissing himself since he is literally biting onto his pencil. The sight was too adorable and hilarious at the same time.

"Great. What's better than a Monday? Oh wait..I know....getting pranked by the Number One Prankster." He mumbled sarcastically.

I couldn't help but let out a snort since he had no idea that he was being pranked already with words.

Oh God! His reaction at lunch is going to be hilarious.

Now I know why Kenny enjoy this so much despite the consequences.

Speaking of Kenny,

Right now he has hands on his mouth, trying so hard not to laugh out loud in class while Butters was trying to calm him down.

At that moment when Craig wasn't noticing, Kenny looked at me and mouthed

"You're a freaking genius."

I responded, mouthing the words,

"He's going kill you when this thing blows over."

"As if. It's a joke." Kenny mouthed.

I put my hands showing surrender as I mouthed back,

"Hey. It's your funeral."

I turned my head and looked back at Craig who suddenly became serious at the moment. I nudged him on the arm and asked,

"Something's bothering you?"

He blinked and looked at me. At first, he was going to say something but then he stopped himself as if he was reconsidering his words. Then Craig finally answered,

"Yeah. Just a douche stalking us."

That statement got me confused. Who was exactly stalking us?

Unfortunately I didn't catch on who he was glaring at. To my relief, it wasn't towards Kenny or Butters but it certainly made me curious.

Who would be stalking us? Heck why the hell that person would stalk us?

Suddenly I felt a hit on my arm.

"Now who's the one not concentrating?" Craig asked with a smirk.

"Still you since you're basically shitting yourself because of Annoying Orange over there." I retorted.

"AM NOT!" Craig protested.

Before the teacher could scold Craig, the bell rang. That was our cue for lunch.

We both packed our belongings onto our bags and headed towards the cafeteria together for lunch.

As we were heading towards the cafeteria, I was trying best to not laugh while Craig was too focused in his thoughts

I couldn't help but smile to myself since Craig was actually doing this for me despite the nervousness and the nagging fear of what hell Kenny could bring on him. (So he thought)

He's a really good friend.

The mood immediately changed as we both spotted two familiar heads sneaking off to somewhere.

It was Stan and Wendy.

Possibly going off somewhere to make out.

I internally cringed at the thought of this as frustration and anger began to build up inside of me.

I avoided Craig's glance and kept on walking asking myself,

Why does this happen everytime?

Why do I feel both angry and frustrated eventhough I know this occurs all the time?

On top of it all.....

why does it hurt so much?