You Like Her Better (Staig)

Chapter Eight

Craig
     A few more weeks pass. The more Stan and I make out, the more he and Wendy fight. At least it seems that way, and after some research I think I've figured out why that is.
      Stan is cheating on Wendy.... which puts guilt on him... that guilt comes out as anger... so every time they talk it turns into a fight, because of his guilt...
      Oh god I'm hurting both Stan and Wendy. I look down and put my hand on my chin. Stroking it. Okay... how do I fix this? How do I Right the wrongs.
      "Earth to Craig!" Clyde exclaims
      "There's no point in reaching him now he's too far gone." Token responds
       "He's in his head all the time I'm wondering what he's thinking about."
       "D-D-D-Dicks." Jimmy comments, and they all laugh, though Token chuckles, as he is the most mature of the group. Dick jokes will always be funny.
       "Dudeeeee!!!" Clyde starts shaking me, and that's when I glare at him.
       "Fuck off I'm thinking." I growl softly
       "What are you thinking about? Can I help?" Clyde asks
       "No. It doesn't concern you." I roll my eyes.
       "Craig. Everything is my business." He says, and I laugh
       "I think nothing is your business. Even your own business." I roll my eyes
        "Please! I want to know" he exclaims "pretty pretty please!"
         "Stop begging to me dude it's annoying. You're showing too much emotion-" I stop myself and tense up. That's it. That's how I help Stan and Wendy... I show my emotions... I show everything that was held back... I'm sure it'll hurt, but in the end, if it splits the two up, or makes Stan more honest with her... it's the right thing to do... isn't it?
        The bell for the end of lunch rings, and I get up. After months of holding it back. He finally gets to know everything. I allow myself to feel angry, to feel all of the things I couldn't feel before.
       I go to his locker and slam it shut. Almost getting his finger. He gasps.
       "Dude what the fuck?!" He exclaims
       "I'm sick of this shit Stan!" I exclaim "I-I'm..." there are tears in my eyes "I'm in love with you! And I can't just watch you be with her! I can't watch you fight all the time knowing I can make you happier!" I run my hands through my hair, knocking my hat off, Stan picks it up.
         "I...." he starts
         "Why?! Why would you even want to kiss me?! She's so much better than I am! She's prettier, smarter... she has everything I don't." I take a deep breath "I'm not half as good as she is..." I wipe my eyes, coming around to the idea "It hurts when you kiss me... it's not real... it's just for fun with you. It's all just fun and games..." I sigh, rubbing my eyes "Don't kiss me anymore Stan.... save those for the girl you love. Not some useless fun." I turn around and rush away. I hear Wendy yelling as I speed walk, but Stan is completely taken back. Silent. Lost in his own mind. I'm lost in mine too. I leave. Not even grabbing my own shit. I just leave. I want to go home. Mom isn't home, and neither is dad. Mom gets home at four, and dad at five.
     "Fuck this." I grab my head as I walk.
      I walk out into the street without looking, the next thing I hear is a honk followed by the slam of somebody's breaks.
      "Hey I'm not going to jail for running you over, you dumb kid!" I give her the finger in response and keep walking.
      I hear footsteps behind me afterward, but I ignore them, kicking the snow with each step and watching it fling forward.
      I'm grabbed and pulled into a hug. My first instinct is to let out a scream, but I don't. I go against my instincts, and turn to see Stan.
     "Go back to school, dumbass." I roll my eyes, holding back a smile.
     "Uh. No." He responds, letting me go and continuing to walk beside me.
     "So what happened?" I shove my hands in my pockets as we walk.
     "Nothing... just uh... Wendy was pissed... broke up with me on the spot." He laughs softly
     "Why are you laughing?"
     "Because I saw it coming. I knew it was a dangerous game I was playing. It was one I wanted to lose." He winks at me
     "I don't know what you mean..." we get to my house and I unlock the door. I've skipped out on school plenty of times. They just email me the work I have to do and I do it.
     "I wanted to get caught. I wanted to end things with Wendy."
      "Wait... why? Isn't she the girl you're head over heels for?" I lead him up to my room and shut the door.
      "Yeah but..." he turns and puts his hands on my hips. His forehead is pushed against mine "I found a boy who took her place." He rocks us back and forth slightly. Is that really all it took? Being open about my feelings? Hmm. Fucking awesome.
       My hands go to his chest and I close my eyes, relaxing against him. My lips curl into a small smile as I let out a couple of loose chuckles
       "Hah... Fuck you." I respond. I'm not the best at being sentimental. I'm not in touch with my feelings all I know is he spent time hurting them by being with her.
       "That's so nice of you to say." He lets out chuckles
       "I know I'm such a nice fuckin guy." I let my head slip to his shoulder and my arms slide around his waist. His hands move to wrap around my shoulders and hold me in a protective embrace.
       "So it's not time to make out now?" He asks, he sounds slightly disappointed in that fact.
        "I don't feel much like making out." I state
        "Okay, what do you feel like doing?" He asks, holy shit he didn't think that was disrespectful! Really? Maybe he's slightly disappointed and isn't showing it.
         "Maybe we could watch a movie? Take a small nap... uh... heh.. uhm... c-cud... hold each other?" Oh god the word 'cuddle' is weird...
         "Y'know. That's exactly what I was thinking." I can hear the smile in his voice.
         "Small kisses will be involved." I stick my tongue out at him.