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Life for Tweek Tweak definitely sucked.
Aside from working for druggies hiding in a coffee shop in a small mountain town, he was alone. Most of his human contact came from working, and definitely not at school. He was the town spaz, courtesy of Eric Cartman, and he hated being in a place where people judged him for it.
Tweek hated high school. Maybe people should've been used to him, but they weren't. They still gave him dirty looks and called him things like "Twitch". Thanks again, Cartman. But the hellish people and the insensitive bullying weren't the worst parts. The worst parts lied in a group who he used to call his friends.
They all abandoned him in 7th grade, and it was mostly his fault. Tweek let himself get too close. He opened himself up, but the other kids couldn't handle his numerous problems and threw him to the side. Eventually, he had nowhere to sit at lunch, no one to study with, and no one to walk home with. Tweek Tweak was alone.
Every day, it was all the same. Wake up. Go to school. Stare at Craig Tucker during biology. Go home. Homework. Help his parents with the coffee shop. Go to bed. Repeat.
Craig Tucker.
His name sent chills down Tweek's spine whenever he thought of it, but whenever he walked by, he couldn't look away. He was the asshole of Room #105. A delinquent, a heartbreaker, a smoker, a joyrider, a cold-hearted monster of a boy. And he was Tweek's long-time crush since 4th grade.
Tweek remembered when Craig still had light in his eyes. He laughed and smiled, making Tweek do the same. He'd invite Tweek to his parties and get-togethers with his friends, and all of them seemed to get along. He made Tweek feel welcome before, but now, all he did when Tweek was around was give him a cold and ruthless stare. Sometimes, he'd flip him off, but that wasn't surprising.
Tweek was snapped out of his thoughts when the bell rang, signalling the end of 3rd period. Shaking his head, he slid his backpack on and picked up his things. His biology class was 3 floors up. Taking in a deep breath, he ran out the door and through the halls. It got tougher when he reached the stairs, but because he was quick, he made it to biology before anyone else.
Another successful trip, Tweek thought, taking off his backpack and letting it fall next to his desk. His hands shook as he took out his textbook and homework. As kids flooded into the classroom, Tweek kept his head down to avoid eye contact. He soon realized that he'd forgotten to put his name on his work, so he took out a pencil and wrote his name down. His handwriting still resembled a child's, but at least it wasn't as shaky as it used to be.
The bell rang once more, but the teacher waited, being fully aware of what would happen next. Just a minute later, Craig came walking through the door with a smirk tugging at his lips. He found his seat, sat down, and rested his legs up on his desk.
The teacher sighed. "Another referral, Tucker?" he mumbled, sounding unamused.
"Aw. Sorry, teach," Craig said back with obvious snark in his voice. Like a cherry on top, he flipped the teacher off and leaned further back in his chair. The teacher just sighed again and started his lesson. Craig didn't pay any mind and just shoved a stick of gum in his mouth.
Tweek tried to pay attention to what the teacher was saying, but the smell of cologne and tobacco wafting off of Craig was distracting him. Tweek's gaze quickly shifted towards Craig and he was immediately charmed by him. He constantly cursed himself in his mind for thinking of him like this. It was stupid. Craig was a good-for-nothing idiot who hated him just because his friends did.
Tweek, however, could only think back to the good side of Craig he used to know. Handsome, smart, funny, and sweet. Why did Tweek still find himself to be attracted to Craig after all these years? He was, of course, still hot as hell, but Tweek wasn't that shallow. He just liked Craig Tucker for being Craig Tucker.
Halfway through the period, they were all given a small break. Tweek quickly looked away so he wouldn't be caught staring. He knew Craig hated him now, even if he didn't have a reason to. It was completely unfair.
Suddenly, he saw a girl rush into the classroom, tackling Craig in a hug. She smelled like fruity perfume and sweets. Her hair was long and golden blonde, reaching down to her waist in shiny curls. Tweek scowled when he saw her. It was Bebe, Craig's little side chick, and Tweek hated her. Everyone knew that she had a thing for Wendy Testaburger, her best friend. But she had a weirdly impressive track record for breaking boy's hearts and playing with them like toys.
No one seemed to see it whenever it happened. Bebe did anything she could to make her affection look genuine, and it worked on everyone. Except Tweek. He wasn't brainwashed by her good looks and sweet-sounding voice. He saw how she lured Craig into her traps, fooled him with charms. Tweek wanted to stop her. He wanted to get up and smack her right there before she took Craig away from him.
Tweek hated Bebe Stevens.