Chapter Nine

Clyde kneeled on the floor of a small bathroom stall. He stared into his bag at the food he had packed for himself. He took each piece of food out one by one and dropped it into the toilet. "Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye," He muttered as he let go of each item. Once he was all out, he flushed the toilet and sighed, watching all those calories disappear into the pipes. He closed his bag and checked his wristwatch. Lunch was going to end in about five minutes, he decided to just wait it out for the time being. He brought a sleeve to his face and wiped his tears away, as he had been crying out of pure guilt.

When he heard the bell ring, he stood up and inhaled before lifting his bag and exiting the stall. He gave his hands a wash and splashed some cold water onto his face, then wiped himself off with some of those crappy brown paper towels public school bathrooms have. He tossed the dampened paper towels into the garbage and left the bathroom, going down to his next class.

He walked into the classroom and frowned, remembering that Token was not in this class with him. Then he realized that maybe that was a good thing, after all, if Token wasn't there he couldn't ask why Clyde left the cafeteria and skipped lunch.

He sat down in a seat near the back, in between Bebe and some other chick. Considering the fact that Bebe was one of his exes, Clyde would've preferred to sit anywhere else. But it was the only empty seat, so he'd just have to deal with it for the time being. He set his bag on the floor and stared frontwards, resting his head on his fist. Out the corner of his eye, he saw Bebe leaning over to him to say something.

"Now, Clyde," She started, speaking quietly. "I know you miss me, but you've got to stop trying to chase after me. I'm over our breakup, and I think it's about time you moved on too."

Clyde stared at her. "I don't miss you, Bebe. And I'm not chasing after you. There are no other seats available, but you're too narcissistic and self-centered to see past yourself into the actual situation. And trust me, I would rather be sitting anywhere else."

Bebe rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Quit trying to sound all intelligent, we all know you're a dumbass, so you can stop with your desperate attempt to sound smart now."

Clyde huffed and turned back to face forward, not in the mood to deal with Bebe's bullshit at that moment. He heard her mutter something to the girl next to her, not quite being able to make out what exactly it was. After another minute or so, the teacher finally got to talking.

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It was now around 2:06 pm and classes had just ended. Now the gang was walking down the sidewalk, going to each of their houses one by one as usual. The first one would be Clyde's, as he lived the closest to the school. Now he, Token, and Jimmy were all third-wheeling Tweek and Craig's weird conversation.

"How does liking hot dogs make you gay? Please elaborate," Tweek said.

"Because hot dogs are shaped like a dick, and if you like eating something shaped like a dick, you are gay," Craig explained matter-of-factly.

"Gh! And if that is your reasoning behind what makes someone gay, then you are stupid," Tweek said in the same matter-of-fact tone back.

"'Gahah! You- ngh! Are s-stupid' bitch shut the fuck up," Craig said with a head twitch, mimicking Tweek. Tweek glared up at him.

"Okay, g-get a room you two," Jimmy muttered, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah," Token agreed. "When you two are alone is the time to have one-on-one conversations, not while walking in a group."

"Okay, then we'll include you guys," Craig decided. "Clyde, does liking hotdogs make you gay?"

Clyde, who had been lost in thought, stared at Craig cluelessly. "Huh?"

"Have you even been listening?"

"Um... no."

Craig sighed obnoxiously loudly and put a hand on his hip. "Okay, answer the question anyways."

Clyde thought long and hard about the question, which was apparently annoying judging by Craig's facial expression. Then again, that could've just been normal Craig. Who knows. "Uh, no, because hotdots are food and liking certain food doesn't make you gay."

"Ha!" Tweek exclaimed and shoved a finger in Craig's face. "In your face, Craig. Clyde agrees with me!"

Craig folded his arms. "Okay, then. Why should I care? Clyde doesn't know red from blue. How 'bout you, Jim?"

Jimmy nodded. "H-h-hotdogs are totally gay."

Craig grinned and stuck his finger in Tweek's face, copying what Tweek had just done to him. "Ha! In your face, Tweek! The one and only Jimothy Valm' agrees with me."

Tweek raised an eyebrow. "So we are tied," He said, soft but stern. He turned to Token with a serious look. "Token. It is up to you to settle this debate."

Token face-palmed. "No. First of all, this debate is stupid and I choose to not take part in it. Second of all, we are now outside of Clyde's place."

The boys all said their goodbyes as Clyde walked up his house's front steps. He shut the front door and set his bag on the floor, left his shoes and jacket at the door, then began walking up the stairs to his bedroom. 

He opened his bedroom door and shut it again softly, despite the fact that he was the only one home. As he turned around to walk to his bed, he suddenly doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach. "Fu~uck," He groaned at the sudden stomach ache. He kneeled down and curled into a ball on the floor, his back against the wall and door. This lasted for a few minutes, then the pain subsided. He sat back up again and sighed.

I gotta eat, He thought to himself. But I won't. He stood back up slowly and swayed, feeling light-headed. He closed his eyes and leaned against the closed door to recollect himself. He took a deep breath and turned back around to re-open the door. He walked out into the hallway and back down the stairs, right into the kitchen to get some water. He took a cup out of the cupboard and turned on the faucet.

As he filled his cup with water, he stared out the window above the sink at the backyard. It was snowing lightly outside now, it was a pretty sight. Clyde smiled slightly to himself and stood at the window for a while, simply watching. His water cup overflowed a bit, letting the cold water drizzle down his hand and onto his sleeve, but he didn't mind.

He turned the tap off and took a sip from his water, breaking the calming trance the sight of snow had pulled him into, then went to head back upstairs. He set his cup on the nightstand next to his bed and decided to try and take a nap. He wrapped himself up like a burrito in his blanket and lay down.

 As he was trying to fall asleep, he thought about things. He thought about people, mainly. People that were close to him, such as Betty, Phil, his father, his late mother, his friends. An image of Token showed up in his mind and he smiled softly. I wonder what he's doing right now...

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"Gentlemen, thank you for coming," Token said as he paced back and forth across the bedroom carpet. "I'm sure you all know why I've called you here today."

Craig watched him walk with a blank stare. "...This is my house. And you called us over here because it started snowing and I live the closest to Clyde, so we came here to get out of the snow."

"Shut your smart mouth, Craig. I called you all here to further discuss Clyde, seeing as we kind of ran out of time at lunch earlier." Token dragged a chair away from Craig's desk and placed it in front of the bed that the others were sitting on, then sat in the chair to face them. He folded his hands in his lap all business-like and cleared his throat. "Now, if you remember where we left off, I said we're going to help him. But helping involves a plan, and a plan involves multiple people thinking and discussing it thoroughly to make sure it's reliable."

"I thought a plan involved nothing more than a few back-and-forth texts," Tweek said.

"That's what it takes to form a bad plan. Or a date. Or... something," Token said back. "But we need a good plan. After all, this could be a serious issue. Clyde's life could be on the line for all we know."

"But we don't know," Jimmy spoke up. "That's the thing. W-wuh-we d-don't know anything for s-s-sure yet. Hell, we could b-be wrong about the entire situation. I say the first thing we need to do is simply talk to Clyde as much as possible. Study his a-attitude towards us, and his r-react-r-reaction to different things we say-slash-ask him. Our top priority for the moment should be to f-f-fi~ to f-find out exactly what the issue is. It's ne-never good to just jump to conclusions, we need more evidence backing up our claim before we can be so sure."

The other three stared at him for a moment before responding. Craig nodded in approval. "That's the most words I've heard you say in one sitting. And you sounded smart. Very nice." He did one of those petty little golf claps and gave Jimmy a snooty grin.

"You do make a good point there, Jim," Token agreed. "But he's not talkative around us anymore, how are we supposed to get him to tell us anything that would hint the issue?"

"Easy," Jimmy responded. "Call him r-right now; invite him over. We'll just ask him a bunch of questions and wait till he finally b-breaks."

"We can't guarantee he'd come," Craig pointed out.

Jimmy rolled his eyes at Craig's statement. "We'll c-c-convince him."

Author's Note

I ended this chapter really weirdly, so sorry bout that. But I'm trying to wrap up the story and just end it already so these upcoming chapters are gonna seem kinda shitty and rushed. Anyways, a few things/thank you notes:

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