They say it takes thirty days to form a habit; this was only day two and Clyde was already struggling. He had fallen asleep much earlier than usual, which had actually helped with his normally grueling awakening once dawn rolled around. He wasn't used to being so well-rested. He would be feeling great if there wasn't a horrible pain in his stomach. He groaned and clutched his stomach, curling up underneath his warm, comforting blanket. 

It's time for school, get up. He sat up thoughtfully and pulled the covers off his legs. He stood and walked the length of his room to his closet, stood there for a moment, and turned around to exit the room, remembering that he had slept in his school clothes from the previous day.

He stepped into the cold hallway, making his way to the bathroom. He got ready for the day; brushed his teeth, used the toilet, washed his face and hands, all while eyeing the scale. He knew if he stepped on it, it would only disappoint him, and he'd most likely have another breakdown. He used his best judgment and decided to avoid the scale for now. Walking down the stairs, he smelled something. It smelled good. It smelled like food.

Self-control, Clyde.

Stepping into the kitchen, he was greeted by his dad. "Morning, Clyde. Need a ride?" Mr. Donovan asked as he set a plate of eggs down on the dining room table.

"Yeah, that'd be cool," Clyde replied as he wandered into the kitchen, checking the clock above the stove. "I missed the bus, anyway."

Mr. Donovan sighed. "Well, do you at least have time for breakfast?"

"Uhh..." Clyde gulped and stared at the food. It smelled and looked so tasty, he could hardly resist. But he had to. "I don't think so," He said, sounding unsure.

His dad gave him a two-second staredown before shrugging it off and moved towards the front door. "Well, come on, then."

Clyde nodded and jogged after his dad. He slipped on his pair of grey sneakers, tripping over the untied laces on his way out the door. He cussed under his breath as he landed in a heap on the ground. His dad paused and stared at him for a moment, decided it was no big deal, and unlocked the car. Clyde stood back up slowly, minding the patches of ice lingering on the pavement as he made his way towards the vehicle and slipped into the passenger's seat, closing the door behind him.

His dad started up the engine and turned to Clyde, looking him up and down.

Clyde stared at his dad. "What?" He questioned, slightly annoyed.

Mr. Donovan set his eyes front and forward. "Nothing. I just noticed, you seem to be getting kind of... chunky, one could say."

Clyde gave his father a look. "What's that supposed to mean?!" He demanded.

"Nothing, nothing. You just seem to've put on a bit of weight, that's all. No need to get so defensive." His dad stepped on the accelerator and sped out of the driveway.

Clyde slouched down in his seat and gazed out the window. That noticeable, huh? He sighed and closed his eyes, just wanting to get to school already.

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Clyde entered the school with a few other students trailing behind him. He walked down the noisy halls to his locker, where his friend group awaited him.

"You missed the bus, man," Craig pointed out the obvious, as usual.

Clyde made a tsk sound with his tongue. "Yeah, I think I might've realized that already."

Craig grinned. "Just thought I'd remind ya," He teased.

"Where were you?" Tweek asked in his quick, nervous voice.

"I overslept," Clyde responded, getting a blank stare in return. "Sleeping. I was sleeping."

"Sleep? Hm, -gh!- never heard of it," Tweek jokes, and the five of them laughed.

"Maybe you'd be familiar with the term if you didn't drink your millionth cup of coffee at eleven o'clock at night," Token stated, receiving more laughs.

Tweek opened his mouth for a snappy comeback but was interrupted by the bell.

"Gotta get to class, bye." Clyde waved to his friends as he scrambled down the familiar hallway to his next class. He entered the classroom and sat in his usual spot. He wasn't in first period with any of his friends, so he sat in the back corner being antisocial during class. Bored, and waiting for the teacher, Clyde looked around the room. He saw Cartman and Kyle arguing for all the dumbest reasons; he saw Kenny hitting on some busty brunette chick that Clyde didn't recognize; then he looked down. Fuck, why are my thighs so fucking big? He thought and lifted his thighs off the chair, supporting their hovering position with his toes, so his legs weren't resting on the seat anymore.

The teacher entered the room, getting no attention from the rowdy students. "Okay class, shut the hell up," He said in a calm but stern voice. Nobody listened. "Okay class, shut the hell up and sit down!" He shouted, calming the class's asses. Everyone sat down this time. "Thank you. Now, for today's work, we will be..."

Clyde sighed and rested his chin in his hand and refused to let himself look back down at his self-described as "massive" legs. He looked the teacher in the eye as he wrote stuff down on the whiteboard. Then, Clyde sat up a little more, confused by what his teacher was saying. "Wait..." He said under his breath. He looked around him at all the other students, they had papers and pencils in front of them and were writing down what the teacher was putting up. He quickly realized that he was supposed to be taking notes. Oh, shit! Clyde thought and fumbled through his backpack for notepaper, but by the time he found it, the teacher had already erased everything.

"...And I hope you all took note of that, it will be very important for our upcoming test on Friday." The teacher announced. Clyde could've sworn it was directed at him.

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The bell had rung and Clyde was off to his locker, where he would routinely meet the boys in between each class. During class, he was able to take note of everything else and copy Kyle's notes for the things he had missed. He approached his locker and felt a sharp pain in his gut, followed by grumbling. "Ugghh," He moaned and heald his stomach, leaning against his locker and closing his eyes, just as the gang walked up to him.

"Hey Clyde," Token said in a tone different from his usual one, keeping the previous days' phone call in mind. "You okay?"

"You sound like you're having an orgasm," Craig noted.

"Shut up," Clyde whined. "I don't feel good. I haven't been feeling good. I think I have a stomach virus or something."

Tweek gasped. "A virus?!"

"In that c-case, don't come near me, man, I d-duh-d-don't want it!" Jimmy said, and he and Tweek backed up a few steps.

Clyde rolled his eyes. "Not a virus, a... a bug or something."

"A bug is a virus, Clyde," Craig said.

"It is not! A virus is like, something you can catch. And a bug isn't. They're completely different."

"They are not!"

"Are too!"

"Both of you, shut the hell up!" Token interrupted. "Enough of your damn arguing. You two sound like seven-year-olds, God."

"Whatever. I have to get to class anyway." Clyde rolled his eyes yet again.

"Yeah, same," Craig agreed and walked with Clyde to their next class, one they had together. Suddenly, three figures stepped in front of the two boys. The figures belonged to the eleventh graders that enjoyed picking on people, and Clyde was one of their main victims. Clyde gulped, and Craig just tried to walk around them. Surprise, surprise, they didn't let him. One of the three pushed Craig away, preventing him from going past. "Hey, what's your deal, man?" Craig asked.

"Hm?" The person who had pushed him looked him in the eyes. "What do you mean?"

Craig glared at him. "What I mean is, you aren't letting me go by you."

"What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything."

Craig raised an eyebrow and tried to walk around him again. Not to his surprise, he was pushed right back to where he was. "Let me past, asshole!"

"What's wrong, gaywad? Afraid you and your boyfriend will be late?"

"He is soo not my boyfriend!" Clyde spoke up.

The three older boys laughed. "Oh really?" one said.

"Uh, yeah. He's dating someone else."

"Oh, that's right. The fucking spaz. Tweek, is it?"

Craig's glare intensified. "Do not talk bad about him." He hated people calling Tweek a spaz, or anything negative, really. He would often over-react to stuff like this, even if the person was joking. Tweek brought out his sensitive side, more than he would like to admit.

"What's wrong, dipshit? Afraid we'll hurt your little twink of a boyfriend?"

"You can insult me. You can insult my friends. But you can NOT insult my Tweek!" With that being said, Craig threw a hard punch at the guy's face. Clyde gasped, and bystanders began to gather around them.

"You little bastard!" The one who had taken the punch said.

Craig pulled his fist back to throw another punch, but just then a teacher stepped in.

"Hansen! Tucker! Follow me to the office this instant!" He shouted.

Craig sighed and mouthed something that Clyde didn't quite catch. Clyde watched as they walked off. The mini crowd of people that had formed separated and the two lingering eleventh graders parted. Clyde walked down to his class, which he was a few minutes late for. This time, he wasn't called out for it.

"Ah, Clyde, take a seat," The teacher said. "Say, where's Craig at? You two usually come in together."

"He's in the office. Got into another fight," Clyde explained.

"Hm, should've known. Alright, anyway, please hand in yesterday's homework and take out a pencil. We're having a pop quiz today."

Clyde did as he was told and was handed the quiz. About ten minutes later, Craig walked finally in. "Hey, Craig," Clyde whispered as his friend sat next to him. He gestured towards the paper in front of him. "Pop quiz." Craig scoffed at the quiz paper and waited a few minutes to be handed one.

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Clyde handed in the quiz about three minutes before the bell, leaving at least two of the questions on it unanswered. Lucky for him, the quiz wasn't graded. Craig, on the other hand, finished in about twelve minutes and had some free time for the rest of class. "God, that was soo hard, right?" Clyde said.

"No-"

"Anyways, what happened in the office? Did you get detention again?"

"Sure did."

"That sucks, man." Craig shrugged and both boys walked side by side back to Clyde's locker, where Tweek was waiting for them. He looked more anxious than usual, which both boys noticed.

"What's wrong, babe?" Craig genuinely wondered as he approached his boyfriend.

"Gah! Why the hell'd you punch a guy in the face, Craig?!" Tweek yelled, drawing unwanted attention to himself.

"Because he called you a fucking spaz and a little twink. I didn't like that."

"God, I can defend myself without you having to intervene. Thank you for caring so much, but one of the guys came up to me a few minutes ago and swore revenge on you. Now you've -ngh- g-got another fight on your hands!"

"Eh, I can take 'em."

"Don't be so confident, he's probably -gh!- stronger than you think."

Craig thought for a moment. "...Eh, I can take 'em."

Tweek rolled his eyes just as Jimmy and Token walked up to them.

"Hey, f-fellas," Jimmy greeted. "I watched you p-p-pun-p... hit that guy, Craig. What w-was that about?"

Craig sighed. "He wouldn't let me walk by him, and he was also saying words about Tweek that I didn't like hearing." He was a bit embarrassed by how much he cared about something so small. He loved Tweek with all his heart, but he didn't understand why what others said hurt him more then they hurt Tweek. 

"Nh! I wasn't even there, Craig. Nothing they said could've affected me."

Craig looked at his feet sheepishly. "...They affected me," He muttered quietly, his words barely audible.

Author's Note

I know I'm posting this a day early, but I'm bored and have nothing better to do. Thank you so much for sticking around till the second chapter, it means a lot that people are reading! This chapter did lean more towards Craig near the end, and I hope y'all are enjoying his case. This book is going to be about both him and Clyde, so expect more Creek in the future. I've made this note too long, so adios now!

2/19/22
i hate this chapter and the next one but i can't delete/edit them or things wont make sense I'm gonna kms