Because I just felt like writing something like this.
Warnings: Cursing and lots of arguing. I'm also pretty sure this might sound sort of like a bad relationship. Trust me, I am just super pissed and am putting that on a page.
Ages: 16 both.
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Kyle's POV.

"Okay. Groups of four," the teacher says.

I, very lazily, turn to Kenny and Stan.

"Whose fourth?" I ask.

Tweek sits next to Kenny.

"Hey there," Kenny says.

"Gaaay," Stan says, laughing.

"You have a boyfriend as well you fuck," I say.

"Yeah. But I don't do everything with Token," Stan says.

Kenny rolls his eyes.

"Really now? Really?" Kenny asks.

"Okay. Now one from each group, go into an another group," the teacher says.

I stand up. Quickly, Leo and Bebe change places.

"Kyle, Token, change groups," the teacher says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Come on, Kyle," the teacher says.

I take my bag.

"Good luck with Craig," Kenny says, chuckling.

I take a long sigh before going to Jimmy, Clyde and the fucking asshole himself.

"Oh hey," I say, sitting between Jimmy and Clyde.

"Hi," Craig says, almost venomously.

"Well... lets get this over with then," I say.

Craig looks at Clyde.

"Everyone. I'll be giving you the subject," the teacher says.

"How about how much I hate him?" Craig asks, pointing to me.

"Oh really now? Do you? As far as I know, you have no reason to," I say.

"I have more reasons than you, that's for sure," Craig says.

"Oooh. You are blaming it on me now? Wow. I thought you could own up to your own actions!" I say.

"What is going on here?!" The teacher yells.

Stan raises his hand.

"Please explain," the teacher says.

"Those two were dating and they didn't have such a good fallout," Stan says.

I laugh.

"That's an understatement for what this fucker did," I say.

"I didn't do anything!" Craig says.

"Yes you did," I say, getting closer to his face with every word.

"You were the one that did it," Craig says, staying casually in his chair.

"Are you blaming me for something you did?" I ask.

"No! Because I did nothing," Craig says.

"Oh you weren't so scared to come at me last time!" I say.

He takes a deep breath.

"It was an accident. You're making it sound like it was something that I always did," he says.

"It shouldn't have happened! That's what I'm accusing you of!" I say.

"First of all," he says.

His voice is even more chilling than normally when he gets angry. Rather than yelling, he becomes so scarily calm that it actually can freeze you. That's the first state of his anger.

"You have done way worse. It was an argument, everyone has those. There is nobody you can blame for an argument," Craig says.

"That's... not what I'm accusing you of," I say.

"Then what are you accusing me of? I stepped over a line, I know that I did, I didn't mean to do anything, I just wanted you further away and that was the only way I could think of," Craig says.

"Craig, that's in no way something I could accuse you of, I know that I don't was wrong there. The argument was caused by what I am mad at you for," I say.

Craig honestly looks like he is trying to find the secrets of the universe.

"You're so fucking complicated. What did I do? Tell me what I did... Because I actually have no idea," Craig says.

"I told you, from the beginning, how much I'm fine with and what I consider to be things I'm not at all fine with," I say.

"I wasn't cheating on you," he says, looking at me with a weird look.

"Oh really now?" I ask.

"No! I wasn't. Who the fuck told you that? Honestly, I thought you were mad about the argument. I pushed you against a wall, hurt you really badly and what you care about is that I might have cheated on you, which I did not do?" He asks.

I shrug.

"It was a violent argument. I hit you back, we were broken up, not considered abuse," I say.

"You're... Kyle, get your priorities straight. But I'm honestly interested in who the fuck said I was cheating for you to believe them without confirming with me that cheating would have happened. We would still be together if that happened," Craig says.

I close my eye, taking a deep breath.

"I have a bitch to kill," I say.

"Are we even now?" Craig asks.

He is going back to monotone, meaning he isn't angry anymore.

"No! I'm so sorry! I've been terrible to you," I say.

"It's fine, really. I'm just glad to have everything cleared up," he says.

I nod.

"Me too," I say.

"KISS FOR HECKS SAKE!" the teacher yells.

Mrs. Shatenarttu is officially known as the matchmaker of the school, she sees when a couple would work together, she put together all the most successful couples of the classroom.

"Okay, I agree, kiss," Clyde says.

Jimmy, slightly, pushes me forward. I fly over the table, cribbing onto the ends so I don't fall face first onto Craig.

"Why am I this light? I swear to God, I should be so much heavier," I say.

"T-T-True," Jimmy says.

"You barely weigh anything," Stan says.

"Shut the fuck up, you lift weights," I say.

He laughs.

"You have pretty good arm strength," Craig points out, nodding to my hands, which are still holding my weigh.

"No, this hurts, really badly," I say.

He sighs and helps me sit on the table.

"Better?" He asks.

"Yeah," I say.

There is a moment of silence.

"Would you ever consider... getting back together with me?" I ask.

"Yeah... but not if it's as unhealthy as it ended up being," Craig says.

"We'd make sure it isn't," I say.

"Yeah," he says.

"Wanna go on a date?" I ask.

"Sure," he says.