-Craig's Pov.-

       I reached into my pocket again, digging around for my lighter. I keep accidentally grabbing other things. This is stupid, I should empty my pockets when I get home. I get a grip on something and pull it out. I groan, seeing it's only a pen. Why do I even need this? I barely do my homework anyways. I toss it into the snow and stuff my hand back in.

It took me longer then it needed to find it. Once I finally clutch my lighter, I pull it out of my pocket and bring it to the cigarette between my lips. I hold my hand out to cover the wind from blowing out the flame. I flicked it a few times before it ignited, only for it to go out before it reached my cigarette.

    I try starting it again and again, but to no avail. Godamnit, it better not be fucking empty. I bring it to my ear and shake it a few times. To no surprise, I don't hear anything. I bring it down, dropping it next to the pen in the snow.

Shit, now I have to ask those emo freaks for their lighter. I hate listening to the conformist shit they spout 24/7. What does that even mean? Whatever, I don't care enough to know.

I lift my back off the brick wall, turning to walk not even ten feet to them. The scent of smoke burns my nose before I even make it to them. Damn, these people smoke more them that French kid. He smokes every time I see him.

       I stop in front of the shortest kid, one hand deep in my pocket and the other wrapped around my cigarette. I keep a straight face as their attention is directed to me.

"What do you want kid," the tallest says in a low voice. Their attention slips back to their own smokes. I hold my cigarette out a bit, keeping my plain expression. I don't want to talk to them, they are annoying as hell. The glance at it for a second before they begin smoking again.

"Why should we help you? Your just another conformist like everyone else." The comment. This is why I hate them. I take my hand out of my pocket and flip them off.

       I sit there for a while, not moving my hands and my face keeps it's bored look. The little one gives an irritated sigh and tosses their lighter to me. I catch it with one hand and quickly light my cigarette so I could get away from them. After it's lit, I bring it to my lips. I spin around and throw the lighter over my shoulder, stepping away from them. I hear it hit the ground.

"Why would you let him use it Firkle?" I faintly hear from behind me. I lean back against the wall next to the snow pile with my empty lighter and pen in it. I puff out a cloud of smoke, listening to the kids answer. "He wouldn't leave us alone if I didn't. I don't want that conformist near me." I scoffed under my breath, beginning to tune them out.

I inhale the cigarette again, leaning my head back to face the grey-blue sky. I gust out the smoke above me, lightly shutting my eyes. As tune out everything around me, letting my thoughts consume me for a while.

I should quit smoking, it's going to ruin my lungs sooner or later. And, frankly, I actually want to be able to breathe when I'm older. On the other hand, it does help me relieve some of my stress. I feel calmer when I smoke, I just don't do it often. Once a week at most. I have had two today though, one before my lighter ran out.

I'm going to need to get a new lighter before next Friday. I don't want to have to talk to those freaks again. I glance over at the Emo cliche. They aren't doing anything, just smoking and drinking coffee. Freaks, I think before getting back to my cigarette.

Shit...I'm such a hypocrite. I'm a freak to them just as much as they're freaks to me. They aren't to bad, just different. Different isn't all bad, I think it's just the whole "conformist" this they constantly say. Besides that, they are fine.

My concentration breaks when I suddenly hear a shout from around the building. I jerk forward, my attention towards the front of the school. I begin to worry. The shout sounded like Tweek's shout, but it was to faint for me to know for sure. It also could have been Clyde's, but he left right after the end bell rang today.

      Tweek said he would be a bit late getting out today, and since I'm his ride I had time to smoke a bit before he would be ready to leave. It's like this every Friday, and he doesn't need to know I smoke, so I always need to know the time he does come out so he doesn't see me.

      I pull out my phone and check the time. It's 4:02pm, so he should be ready now. Just as I turn off my phone, I hear another shout. It was more clear this time, and now I can confirm it was Tweek's shout. I shove my phone back in my pocket, dropping the half-used cigarette to the ground and stepping on it. I rush around the building, panic starting to hit me.

As I round the corner, I gaze at the scene a few yards from me. Tweek is on the ground against the school, a fearful expression on his face. The back of his head, I see his blonde hair tainted with red.

      Worry and Anger wash over me as I hear a growl.

"Real funny you Fag!"

My eyes scan over to the fatass a few feet away from him. Godamnit, Cartman's picking on Tweek again! I can't wait til my fist connects with his jaw...

I stomp towards him, rage boiling in me. Fatass steps towards him and Tweek freaks out, curling into a ball. Don't worry Tweek... I think, picking up my pace.

"You think you can ju-"

     "Cartman, You Mother Fucker!" I shout, approaching him. Out of the corner of my eye I see Tweek's head jolt up before Fatass notices me. My arm lifts and in a second, my fist connects with his jaw at full speed. He stumbles back, falling on his fat ass. My back is to Tweek, so I'm blocking Fatass from him. My face is plaster with a pissed expression as I wait for him to even dare to get back up.

He sits up, Tears brim in his eyes as he says threw gridded teeth, "What the hell Craig?! You're still defending that Freak!?!" My hatred for him grows more as he says that. I step towards him, my expression daring him to keep speaking.

      His face goes pale and he scrambles off his feet, about ready to run for once in his life. I swiftly reach out and grab his jacket collar before he could turn away. I pull him near me, winding my arm back up. I hear Tweek shout a few things, but I force myself to brush them off so I could deal with Fatass. Tears escape his eyes and he looks like he shit himself. I grid my teeth, furrowing my eyebrows a bit more.

     "He is not a Freak. Fuck. Off." I state, shoving him immensely away from me. He makes no hesitations as he stumbles away from me.

"NO!" Tweek shouts behind me, making me immediately spin around, worry replacing my rage. I hurry towards his curled up form, getting on my knees to be level with him. He's shaking majorly as I set my hands on his shoulders and shake him lightly.

      "No! Help!" He screams, shooting his hands out on my chest. My face slightly heats up as he begins pushing me away. He isn't too strong, so I don't move much as he probably wanted me to. I don't blame him for not recognizing me, he's in a panicked state. I shouldn't be saying this, but he's cute like this...

     I chuckle a bit, snaking my arms around him and pulling his head to my chest. Regardless if his arms are pushing me away, I still manage to get close to him. Besides his intense shaking, he freezes. Our bodies being close makes it hard to feel the cold air, so I hug a bit tighter to him.

"I-I'm so-GAH-S-sorry!" He yells, beginning to cry in my chest. His arms hastily wrap around me, bringing us as close as we could get. I begin to get nervous that he'll hear my heart beat as it pounds in my ears.

I let out a little chuckle to cover it up and pull back to look at him. He takes his arms away, rubbing his teary eyes. I begin to check around for injuries.

"Sorry for taking so long," I say, sanding is face and arms. "I promise not to leave you alone for so long again." I finish, watching him take his hands away from his face. He looks at me and my face gets red. I quickly hide my face by continuing checking his arms.

       Shortly, I look back up and see him lightly smile. "Where did he hurt you?" I question, a determined look on my face to hide the the worry I was feeling. He shakes his head and stares at his hands, focusing on answering.

     H-he st-stepped on m-m-my fuh-foot..." He stutters out, still shaking a bit. He's cute when he stutters....

      He gasps, shooting his hands out of his lap to the back of his head. He spins around, looking fearfully at the wall behind us. I peek around him, seeing that there is blood on the building. My worry grows a bit as I gaze to the gash in his head. It doesn't look to bad, but it will need to be bandaged soon.

      I hear a sob come from his mouth as I begin to push myself off the ground. I bend down, wrapping my arms around Tweek's back and under his legs. I lift him up bridal style and he instantly grabs my jacket tightly. I smirk at his grumpy face. He hates being picked up out of worry of falling, and I know that.
I walk towards the parking lot.

      "Don't worry Tweek," I remind him as he buries his face in my chest. "I'll take you to my house and fix you up."

      We arrive at my car. I bring my arm off Tweek's neck since he's gripping onto me and open the passengers door. I lean down and set him inside, hearing him wince a bit at the impact. I shut his door, automatically missing him in my arms.

     I make myself shake the feeling and trudge to my side. I swing the door open and jump in, quickly starting the engine. I feel a warm gust of air hit me and I feel relaxed again. I glance at Tweek as he wraps his arms around himself. I chuckle, a light blush forming on my cheeks as I begin backing out out of the school parking lot.

     "Don't worry Tweekers," I repeat, smiling at the nickname, before assuring him, "You'll be safe,
I Promise."