The Way That Gravity Pulls (Creek FanFic)

Chapter 15: Boys Don't Cry

"Uh...I lied," I whispered as I stared down at the equations in front of me. "I kinda suck at calculus."

"Um, no you don't," Cartman reassured me. "You have an A in this class and you take honors. You know what you're doing."

"But what if I actually don't?"

"Well you do."

"I really don't."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that I'm not that good at calculus. I hardly even know what's going on," I groaned as I rubbed my forehead, trying to think of how I should even attempt the first problem.

Cartman eyed me up and down as he leaned back into his char, crossing his arms. "Are you serious right now? How are you even passing the class if you have no idea what to do?"

"I uh...I don't know."

I lied. Someone had helped me. They even let me steal their answers when I couldn't figure stuff out on my own, which had been 90% of the time. And that someone was sitting just a few feet away in Cartman's living room all pissed off because he had to watch Star Wars instead of Star Trek again. Yeah. Craig helped me with calculus. I was always really good at English, History and some forms of Science, but never, ever Math. Math was Craig's thing and the one subject that he had actually enjoyed. He liked it so much that he even took an honors class with me. He was a fucking psychopath, but a helpful one.

"Great," Cartman growled as he slapped his hands down on the table. "How are you even supposed to help me if you don't know what to do?"

"I uh...I don't know...are you sure this has to be done tonight? I mean, you have all weekend...and-.."

"Yes this has to be done tonight! I have plans tomorrow and Sunday! You're not leaving my house until you figure out a way to help me or the deals off!" he yelled as he threw his pencil down and slammed his textbook shut.

I twitched and cringed at the harshness in his voice.

"Okay okay! I'll uh...I'll see what I can do...j-just give me a minute," I said as I stood up and pushed my chair in before heading into the living room.

Craig had been sitting slumped down on Cartman's couch. He had his hat pulled down over his eyes and his head was leaned back. He must've been exhausted, both mentally and physically. (What was going on between his parents couldn't have been easy.)

I quietly made my way over to him and slowly sat down beside him. I reached my hand down and gently placed it on top of his.

"Hey Tweek."

"How'd you know it was me if you can't see me?"

"Because the couch didn't lop-side when you sat down like it would've if fatass did. And your hands are warm and clammy like they always are."

"You can r-recognize my hands? Even like...without seeing them?"

Craig then sat up and lifted up his hat so he could see me. "Yeah, I guess I do," he said as he gave me soft smile.

God he's adorable.

I gave one back as I brushed my thumb across his cold, black and blue knuckles.

"Aren't you supposed to be in there helping Cartman?" he asked as he gave me a confused look.

"Yeah uh...about that...I kinda can't help him right now..."

"What? Why?"

I pulled my hand away from his as I nervously scratched the back of my head.

"Well, it's calculus homework and you know that I'm not too good at math, so I uh...I was wondering if you-.."