"Shit."
Craig opened his locker and hung his head in the space.
He felt bad about being such a dick to Tweek, but he felt so left behind by his usually doting tutor. And he was feeling especially worse because he was ditched for Stan Marsh out of all people; even Tolkien would have been better, but that was mostly because Tweek wasn't attracted to Tolkien.
"I wonder if they're dating."
Craig poked his head out of his locker for the random passing gossip.
"The note said they were just going to get coffee."
Craig furrowed a curious brow at the mysterious coffee goers.
"But Tweek was so red when Mrs. K read it out."
Craig furrowed his brows as he watched the two talking girls open their lockers.
"Maybe we should just go to Spilly's and see if it's a date."
The girl laughed at the preposterous suggestion. "As if, I don't wanna be there when Stan throws up on him.
"Ew! You're right." The friend giggled as she grabbed her book and closed her locker. "Ten bucks they don't get a second date."
Craig clicked his tongue and closed his locker, everything in him told him to go and warn Tweek of Stan again. To tell him about the potential of a lost kidney or the chance of getting thrown up on, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to get Tweek so worked up and upset at him again, he didn't like seeing Tweek upset. Especially not at him, and it just felt bad to ruin something Tweek was so excited about.
But...
He knew Stan.
He knew that piece of shit was an idiot and couldn't appreciate Tweek like he should be appreciated.
"Something wrong, Hasselhoff?"
Craig turned his head to look at the person speaking to him, frowning at the orange jacket wearer looking at him. "What did you just call me?"
"Nothing important." Kenny reached into his bird's nest and took out one of the hiding cigarettes that lurked within. "You seem like you could smoke."
Craig was about to pass and say he's quit, but then he remembered the reason he quit currently had him friend zoned and on touch restriction right now. "Yeah, I guess I could."
The two walked to the bathroom, Craig catching out the corner of his eye Tolkien and Wendy fighting. Turning his head at the strange occurrence and squinting as Wendy yelled at Tolkien, her words almost unreadable, but Craig was able to make out the words 'was' and 'your chance' and what he thought was 'idiot'.
Craig shrugged it off and just left it as exes being exes, tuning back into whatever Kenny was going on about.
"So I heard Stan is taking Tweek out tonight." Kenny said with a sympathetic smile.
Craig rolled his eyes and pushed open the bathroom door. "I'm tuning back out."
"Hey, don't do that." Kenny followed after Craig and began to pull out his half-empty pack of cigarettes. "That's how problems like the one you're facing now happen."
Craig tossed his bag against the bathroom wall and sneered at it as it plopped on the ground, that damn bag was the start of all this no touching and unneeded hostility. "I don't have any problems."
"Now that's just false." Kenny leaned an elbow on Craig's shoulder. "Listen, Tweek definitely wants to suck Stan's dick, but-"
Craig pushed Kenny away from him. "Shut up or I'm knocking you out."
