How did you get yourself into this mess.

"I don't know, dude! I just... said yes!!" You complained to your friend, Eric Cartman.

"Dude, you totally f^cked up... why did you even think of saying yes??" He asked totally ignoring you pacing around his house as he played video games

"I don't... know, I just felt guilty! I kept saying no and each time I did he'd just... cry in a corner!!" You were about to tug your hair out.

What happened, you may ask? Well... your dumba$$ said yes into dating Clyde Donovan. The school's crybaby. He would always ask to date you! And everytime you'd say no. It'd basically play out like this:

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You were at your locker, chatting with Butters since he's a sweet guy. And you were waiting for school to even start. Until Clyde came up to you with flowers

"H-Hey... if I give you flowers will you be mine? It's not much but... you just... you're really nice and I thought flowers would match your personality..." He laughed nervously, handing them out to you.

Corny much?? You almost cringed, but calmed yourself

"That's... sweet, Clyde, but er... no. Again..." You watched as tears form into his eyes, the flowers dropping to the floor

"Not gonna cry... not gonna cry..." He'd repeat before walking away.

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And not even two hours ago before school ended, you didn't want to see him cry again so you said yes. Not like Cartman was helping your situation

"Dude, c'mon, what do I do?!"

"H3ll if I know! Who knows, maybe you'll grow to like him." He shrugged, focusing on his game more than you

You scoffed and threw your hands in the air. "Unbelievable!" You rolled your eyes, not satisfied with Cartmans response

Your phone started to buzz. You picked your phone up, and it was Clyde. You sighed and picked up the call, holding your phone to your ear "Hello?"

Clyde was sobbing "C-Can... sniff you come o-o-over? Something -- hic -- ha-happened!!" He cried

This was so pitiful... you swallow up the guilt and respond "Yeah, sure..." You then hang up "Gotta go, dude."

"Have fun seeing your boyfriend cry like a p^ssy." He laughed, leaning back on the sofa

"Oh, f^ck off, fatty!!" You stuffed your phone in your back pocket and walked out the door, shutting it behind you.