A/N: Marylin Monroe rocks :O I don't own South Park.

Something was up.

Craig Tucker couldn't exactly put his finger on it, but something was up. And very wrong.

He glanced to his left, seeing Tweek Tweak's twitching form walking next to him. That was normal. It wasn't rare to see Tweek and Craig walking together at school, or anywhere else. Craig looked to his right, and there was Kenny McCormick.

That was rare. It was common knowledge that Craig had no desire for Kenny's company, what so ever. Craig sent him a sneer, to which Kenny grinned brightly at. Craig continued his way down the hall way. A small stuttering caught his attention, the chullo wearing teen nearly turned his head at a break neck speed to find Butters Stotch of ALL people following close after him. If that wasn't puzzling enough, the French whimp, Pip was skipping along next to the other timid blonde.

"W-Well hiya, Craig. We just'uh we're on the w-way to the cafeteria like you are." Butters explained, Pip gave a confirming nod.

Craig furrowed his brows and a frown pulled at his lips.

"C-Come on, Craig." Tweek mumbled. "We'll be late for lunch, man!"

Honestly? Lunch was the last thing on Craig's mind.

"Hey, hot stuff." A new, slick female voice cat-called. Craig felt a shoulder brush against his arm as Bebe-the-bombshell, took a place next to Kenny. Kenny took a good time to oogle at her blessed-chest. "Are we going to lunch or what?" she asked sending Craig a Miss America smile. Craig swore colorfully under his breath. "C'mon, Tweek." he said snapping his gaze to his best friend, his eyes could only widen at the sight he saw.

Thomas the tourettes kid next to the spazz, their hands awfully close. He could've sworn he also saw a blush on Tweek's face.

"Hey-COCKSUCK-Craig," Thomas greeted with a smile.

Craig snarled.

He stormed off without another word or acknowledgment to the small, but growing group. Even that one Mormon kid...Gary? Almost made it seem like an issue to join in, saying a cheerful hello to everyone there, and gave the most cheeriest one to Craig. Of course Craig returned it with a middle finger. Something was defiantly, and purposely going on...

As the lunchroom neared Craig could only take so much, but when Gregory-resident-pompous-ass joined in the group, he felt something snap and spun around.

"Okay," he started lifting his voice. "What the fuck? Why are you all following me and wh..."

Craig looked over the group a third time...slowly, and his eyes narrowed.

The horde of blondes simply grinned at him, except Tweek, who twitched and squealed about Craig killing them all.

"Beat it." Craig grumbled.

The blondes didn't have to be told twice as they went off their own separate ways. One person remained, seemingly to have been walking behind the group quietly. Craig narrowed his gaze on them, this person being the prime suspect.

"Broflovski."

Kyle smiled coyly to the dark haired male. "What was it you told me yesterday, Craig?" he started, chewing on his lower lip in mock thought "'Gentlemen prefer blondes'?"

Craig replied by flashing his middle finger. Kyle copied the action.

"I just proved you ass wrong, Tucker. And beside..." Kyle spoke as he slowly made his way up to the taller boy. "You're no where near a gentlemen."

Craig simply stared at the Jewish teen. "Right...and beside." he added in a mocking tone, his lips finally pulling upwards. "Redheads are better in bed anyway."

A/N: IT'S CRYLE. YEY. Bet you didn't see that coming. And Tweemas. I can't stay away from that pairing. Yes, for lame ideas!