~Creek~ Emotion(less)

~Part 15~

°AN° please point out any spelling mistakes so I can fix them, thanks in advance. 

Butters POV

So I may have over exaggerated a bit.... Maybe he's not an asshole, what's the word? He's egotistical. That's it! He's full of himself. He thinks he's better than everyone else. He thinks everyone adores him.

"He acts so stuck up and rude to everyone!" I blurted out without thinking.
"W-what?" Tweek stammered with his words, a look at concern on his face.
"He acts like he owns the school, he tells everybody to 'piss off' or to 'go fuck themselves' yet when he wants something from said person, he'll act like they're best friends.

Tweek's POV

So he WAS lying to me.. He doesn't really like me, he's just using me. He did to me exactly what Butters described. He acted an asshole and then acts like we're best friends..

Is it another bet? Is that why he's using me? More money? I don't care...

I noticed Butters rubbing his knuckles together in the corner of my eye, most likely awaiting my reply.

Hot tears began to flow from my eyes, they wouldn't stop... I trusted him, I believed that he'd changed. 'I'm so weak, I'm always crying over nothing!'

Tears continued to stream down as I stared ahead, cars passed by. Just as fast as my life came down on me yet again. This is what I get for being a freak. I deserve this.

I could hear Butters voice as I drifted back into reality. "Fella? Hey fella are you ok? You're awful quite." I simply twitched my head to the side, uncontrollably, and stood up, slowly walking away, back towards my house.

It was pretty dark outside by now, meaning very little people in the streets, it was also pretty cold out and my jacket was really thin. A shiver ran down my spine and my body began to ache due to the temperature. I had stopped crying by now but I was still pretty upset.

Stuffing my hands into my pockets I started to think about how he was still in my house. 'Guess I'll just have to face him..'

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No one's POV

As Tweek walked in through the door, he was greeted by Craig, smiling widely at him. His expression soon changed as he saw the angry yet disappointed look on Tweek's face.

Tweek glared at Craig when Craig looked at him with confusion in his eyes. "G-get out." Tweek said in a low growl through gritted teeth.
"Huh?"
"I S-SAID GET OUT!" Craig was taken back by the outburst, unsure of what he did wrong.

"Why???" Craig got up and slowly edged closer to Tweek.
"You know why. Now get out! I never want to see you again!" Tweek was screaming at this point, tugging on his hair again due to the frustration.

Craig grabbed his jacket and walked out, his head hung low, still confused at what he did to him. Tweek slammed to door behind him and ran upstairs into his room, slamming that door shut behind him and jumping face first into his bed. Tweek clutched onto the closest pillow and screamed into it, as loud as he could through sobs.

'I can never trust anyone ever again!'

Craig's POV

What did I do? I don't understand.. He left a note saying he went to talk to someone. But who? Did they say something that made him hate me? I have to find out..

No one's POV

Craig slowly made his way over to his house, only to run upstairs and lock himself in his room. He plugged his headphones into his phone and put his playlist on shuffle, trying to drown out his thoughts.

He lay face up, listening to 'Yesterday'. Closing his eyes to block the tears trying to escape. 'Why am I so weak, I barely know him and I'm crying over him! I never get attached to people.. So why him? What's happening to me?'

°AN°  654 words, not the best, not the worst...

I need to stop having them cry 0_0.

Also, I published a couple things on my one-shot book so I'd really appreciate if you checked that out...
~S xx