Bebe sat with her head in her hands and sighed 

"He's such a dreamboat"

I looked behind me and saw Craig Tucker eating his lunch at the table behind me with his friends. I didn't know Craig very well but I had basic knowledge. Although, I did know more than the average person. Me and Craig used to hang out in most of elementary and middle school but in 8th grade I expanded to other groups, like Wendy and her friends, and even the goth kids.

"He's literally just eating fries, dude" Said Wendy

 I jerked up, guess I zoned out. I stared to listen to the conversation

"Well I mean, look at the way he's eating his fries" Bebe sighs again "so pretty and perfect. Just like him" 

Me and Wendy couldn't help but laugh at how cliche she was acting. Ever since Craig got taller in Sophomore year she's been acting like a stereotype schoolgirl. I have to admit he did have nice legs. I swear they went on for miles. I could run a marathon on those! Damn, that's gay.

"Unlike Clyde" Butters chuckled

I look behind me and see Jimmy slowly putting one more french fry into Clyde's mouth, he was about to have eleven fries at once.

"CM-CMON BUDDY ONE MORE F-FRY AND THE CROWN IS YOURS" 

I roll my eyes and turn back to the conversation. I have no idea how it got this sad in that short amount of time. Bebe still had her head in her hands but she looked sad and Wendy was rubbing her upper back. 

"I wish I could just about him,like without rumors. With a primary source or something" Bebe's face lit up. 

"You." She pointed at me, oh shit "You, Tweek could hang out with him and learn as much as you can so I'll know what he's into!" 

Oh no. She had a big smile on her face at this point.

"Why?"

"Because you're a guy"

"Can't butters do it!"

"Don't drag me into this! Plus I think Craig hates me"

"I kinda-um, well"

She waited with anticipation

"I don't want to" 

She looked at me with puppyeyes "Please Tweek, do it for me?"

I cringed. 

"C'mon just do me this favor?"

I had to admit defeat or else she would plead on me forever "fine".

The bell rang as I cringed in my chair. 

Why the fuck would I agree to this? I'm fucked . Does Craig even want to talk to me?