---Tweek's pov---

I stood in the empty hallway, staring at my locker. I wasn't even sure what I was doing anymore.

I blinked and put in the combination and put my books away. I sigh and shut the locker.

I'm late to lunch again, because I hate the crowded hallways, so I wait for everyone to go to lunch first. It's still irritating to be last to lunch...

So I just don't go to lunch. It's not like I eat while I'm there either.

I only drink coffee at lunch, so there's no point in going to the cafeteria.

I turn and walk towards the back of the school.

I'll just go stand outside until my next class.

As I started to walk, I heard, "Tweek."

I jump and spin around, "GAH!" I see Clyde standing there giving me a confused look.

"Aren't you going to come to lunch?" he asks smiling at me.

"Uh... N-No... I w-wasn't planning on i-it," I say looking at my coffee.

"Why not? You haven't had lunch with us in foreveerrr!" Clyde whines.

'That's because I'm trying to avoid many things.' "I-I know, I'm sorry, but I-I have to d-do something," I try to explain to Clyde.

He gives me a puppy look, but I shrug it off and turn around starting to walk away from him.

I hear him sigh, and mumble something under his breath.