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"Is something wrong Butters?"

The blonde gave a jolt when he felt a hand clap his shoulder. Turning around, Clyde came into view with his face lined with worry.

"You've been acting really weird all week."

"I-It's nothing." He said quickly, turning back to his locker and shuffling through his books. The brunette raised an eyebrow at this.

"Butters... what are you looking for?"

"My m, math book."

Clyde rolled his eyes. Grabbing the boy's other shoulder, he turned him around to face him. "Butters, we don't use textbooks during class, they're just there for homework reference."

"But what if-"

"Butters! Even the teachers say we don't need them. Just as long as we take notes, and you, aside from the girls and Token, are the only guy in class that takes notes. Now tell me, what's going on?" Clyde asked, his tone going soft at the end with a hint of wanting to know.

Butters looked away, casting his eyes downwards and biting on his bottom lip.

"C-Clyde, I... I can't tell you."

"Is your dad beating you again?"

"No!" Butters' immediate response came, his head snapping up to look at the taller boy. "He's not hurting me anymore."

"So what is?"

Something flickered in the back of those blue eyes, but it died in an instant.

"Just... some problems... nothing to be worried over." The blonde said after a moment, choosing his words wisely. Clyde ga ve a sigh and nodded, his hands loosening their grip and pulling back.

"You know who to talk to when you need to." He said, a sympathetic smile pulling at his lips. Butters returned the gesture, obviously happy.

"Thanks Clyde."

The brunette merely ruffled the boy's blonde locks before saying bye and heading over to his classroom. Butters turned back to his locker and pulled out his binder before closing it and shuffling to class, hoping to make it to the room before the bell ended as it rung.

Butters was falling asleep.

The monotone voice of Dr. Benstein was lulling him to sleep due to how boring it was, and the Stotch could feel himself slipping. He couldn't even understand what the 70−year old geezer was saying.

Thinking it would keep him awake, he turned his gaze outside.

In an instant his blood froze.

The dark eyes of the Juvy were staring straight at him.

Butters shook his head and rubbed his eyes before looking back, only to find him gone. It had been about a week since the incident, and there was no trace of him, but...

He gave a hard swallow and looked down at his page. He was just seeing things, afterall, he had been thinking about what happened, and if you think about something too much, you end up seeing it... or something, right?

He didn't dare turn his head, but his eyes still wandered over to the window, wary of what he might see.

Even so, there was no second sighting.

The bell rang, and the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach gained. Slowly, he put his things way and prayed that he wouldn't run into the angry Juvy.

"Butters!"

Paranoia made him turn around faster than usual. Clyde raised an eyebrow at this.

"You alright?"

Butters bit his lip and nodded.

"Anyway, Token's car is working again and said he'd give us all rides, wanna tag along?"

A wave of relief washed over the blonde boy and immediately he said yes.

"He's waiting outside, let's go before he leaves."

Thank God he didn't have to walk home now.

Eagerly, Butters trailed behind Clyde. Over the years he and the brunette fostered a kind of friendship that managed to pull Butters through, and Clyde linked him with Tweek and Craig which made his groundings more bearable.

"Hurry your fat-ass up Clyde!" Token called out when they were in sight. The bigger boy's ears turned red at the tips at this.

"I'm not fat you ass!"

"That's not what you say to someone who's giving you a free ride." The darker one said a grin. Clyde rolled his eyes.

"What ever... Wait, where's Craig and Tweek?"

"Library. They said they had to finish their project for Crumm's class."

The three of the shuffled into the Dodge as they spoke.

"So, what're you doing on Saturday?"

"Dunno, movies if I don't have too much work, what about you?" Token asked, looking at Butters in the review mirror.

"My dad won't let me do much on the weekends... so homework I guess." He replied with a sheepish grin. Surrounded by two friends inside of a car made him feel better. There was no way Trent could get him here.

"That sucks, they still have control over you?"

It went a little like this while Token drove them through the town, dropping Clyde off once they got to his street.

"Tomorrow," He said, grabbing his bag and getting off.

"Yeah, tomorrow fatass."

"Shut UP."

"By Clyde!"

"See ya Butters."

For a moment, the blonde's skin prickled and he felt eyes on him, but it passed as soon as it came.

"Hey, what street did you live on again?"

Butters shook the feeling off and told him, leaning back and closing his eyes as Token began to car.

Second chapter finished. Sorry about any mistakes though.