Craig and I were official, and honestly, I was nervous to how it was going to play out. I had never had a boyfriend before, but not only that, Craig had some baggage that came with him. I didn't realize how tough this was going to be until I walked into the school that morning with him.

I walked behind Craig, making sure I stayed close, but I had an unsettling feeling as all eyes laid on us. Everyone's eyes laid on us, and the girls look less than pleased. One set of eyes did truly make me feel bad. I saw Tweek, and he looked so defeated. I didn't want to hurt anyone-

"Ignore them," Craig commented, as he took my hand. "They are all going to have shit to say about this. You can't let it get to you."

It was like he read my mind. As we passed the girls, he flipped them off and pulled me closer.

I couldn't help but smile to myself. I felt safe. I had never felt safe with someone like this before.

"So what? You two like dating now?" Clyde asked.

"We are," Craig bluntly replied.

Token eyed us up and down. I could feel his judgement piercing into my soul. I had braced myself for a snide comment, but a small smile formed on his face.

"You two look cute together," he cheerfully said.

That was exactly what I needed to hear. I felt myself ease. At the least, not everyone hated us.

"Hey, we were going to hang out at Stan's later if you guys want to come," Clyde said.

"B-both of us?" I asked.

"Obviously, before you were Craig's girlfriend, you were our friend," Token replied.

I really didn't want to seem like a loser, but the smile on my face was undeniable. I had never had friends like this. I just had to get the idea past my parents, but I would deal with that after school.

"Yeah, but if you ask me, I would've never guessed that the guy one would be the one to bag you," Clyde snarled.

"Don't be getting all butt hurt because girls find you unappealing," Craig commented.

The two started going at it like usual, but I didn't mind. I was honestly just too happy to let anything bother me at this point.

*Tweek's P.O.V.*

"Tweek, are you okay?" Bebe asked.

I wasn't okay. I looked across the hall to see that GIRL in my spot, with my friends, with my BOYFRIEND. I wasn't shaking from anxiety anymore. I was shaking from rage.

"N-n-no!" I practically screamed.

All the girls looked at me, worried.

"Gah! I w-wa-w-want them b-b-broken up," I said.

Wendy was the first to speak, "Tweek, are you sure—"

"Yes, he's sure," Bebe interrupted her. "You'd be the same for Stan." She then looked at me with a genuine smile. "We'll take care of it for you."