"Boyfrenemies" Vol. 2

fifteen

TWEEK'S POV

my feet started to feel heavier and heavier every step i took returning home after that...event, i just want to forget all that happened.

my heart started to feel heavier too.

after me trying to convince annie that craig and i balance each other out and how we're made for each other and then he goes and does that.

was it me trying to convince annie or me trying to convince myself?

"g-god," i choked up and stopped in my tracks at that thought covering my mouth and trying to prevent the tears from falling down.

i felt frustrated, hurt, and just pathetic all at once and i truly didn't know what to say or do at this point.

and why am i getting upset that craig isn't coming after me even though i told him to stay away, i think to myself. maybe he's feeling the same thing i'm feeling and wants nothing to do with me anymore. maybe i overreacted and he's done with my bullshit. maybe—

"TWEEK!" i hear a voice coming from the distance towards the gym and my heart nearly jumps out of my chest.

i hate how excited i got at the sound of his voice even though i should totally be pissed at him.

that's right, i should be pissed at him.

i ignore it, turn around, and begin to walk in the opposite direction only for craig's voice to become louder and louder in such a short amount of time too.

he's running and gaining ground which means i have to start running and gaining my own ground to get away from him....even though i don't want to.

i pick up my feet anyway and run away as fast as my feet could carry me. but i know avoiding any kind of physical activity would catch up to me at some point and i guess today is the day because i definitely couldn't run as fast as him.

he caught me in no time.

"STOP RUNNING FROM ME," he pants as he attempts to grab my shoulder and does so successfully, stopping me in my tracks.

"d-didn't....i....say...to....l-leave....me....alone," i say trying to catch my breath.

it's silent for a brief moment, "you know i can't....i know i can't."

"w-well i wish y-you could," i say, not even wanting to give him the satisfaction of looking at him so i look at anything to prevent my wandering eyes. my eyes settle on the cracks in the sidewalk.

"no you don't," he says confidently. i'm not even looking at him but i know he's making that face he makes when he knows he's right.

and i hate that he is.

i don't want him to have that satisfaction though, not after he hurt me tonight. not even just tonight, but of all the times that he did.

and i forgave him, over and over again. but not tonight.

"i-i do wish you could leave me a-alone. b-but as always y-you didn't r-respect my wish and c-came to me anyway," i scoff waving my foot over the cracks in the sidewalk.

it's silent for a moment, "you won't even look at me?"

"n-no," i say simply, not even wanting to give him an explanation because he doesn't deserve one.

"alright," he says, "if you want to act like a child then do your fucking thing. but i'm going to act like an adult and apologize for what i did tonight—"

my head immediately perks up at that and i narrow my eyes at him, "oh d-don't you dare talk to me about a-acting like an adult!"

he hesitates, wanting to say something to counteract that but then breathes in and out and says, "i just....want to have a civilized conversation with you tweek. i realized how awful i was and how self centered i was—"

i couldn't help but laugh, now he realizes it.

"and now you're just laughing at me," he shakes his head and looks across the street getting agitated, "alright, let's just forget this ever happened and i'll just walk you home and we can talk about this tomorrow."

it's like he knows me so well because that's exactly what i want to do, ignore all the bullshit and just go home. and i almost fall for it....until i eventually came to my senses.

"n-no," i say looking at him with hard eyes, "you're not w-walking me home because i told y-you to not come after m-me. if you're t-truly sorry you would r-respect that."

he just stares at me, "so we're just going to go to bed angry at each other. you know i hate that shit, tweek—"

i swallow hard, clenching my first at my side and cheeks are starting to get hot from anger. of course he's not listening to me and just wanting to do what he wants. it's never about what i want to do.

maybe it's time to change that.

"t-that was when we w-were together," i say.

he looks at me like a deer in the headlights, "....what...what do you mean? when we were together what—"

"i-i want nothing to do w-with you a-anymore," i say wrapping myself in my arms the way i wish he would've done to me tonight.

i rapidly blink away the tears, once again...not wanting to give him that satisfaction.

he just says nothing and then drops his head and eventually raises it back up, "i don't believe you...but if that's what you want because you're pissed off right now. fine. i'll wait for your anger to pass so we can actually talk about this and how to better this bond that we have."

my heart clenches at those words and i felt even more angry, because he was right.

i don't want to give him that damn satisfaction.

"y-you'll be waiting a l-long time then," i eventually trust my voice to say.

"i'll wait forever," he says with no hesitation and determination in his eyes.

the lump in my throat became too much to swallow and i already could feel the tears starting to well up, so i just walked away wordlessly leaving him behind.

"I'LL WAIT FOREVER," he repeats and the tears started flowing down my cheeks and i covered my mouth to prevent myself from dropping to my knees just to have a good sob.

i wanted to scream back, "I KNOW."

after my walk of trying not to completely down myself in my own tears, i make it to my house.

i wall inside seeing my parents snuggling up to each other on the couch wanting some movie and they both turn their attention to me at my sudden appearance.

"baby have you been crying?" my mom asks concerned.

"n-no," i lie, "just a-allergies."

i run up to my room before they could interrogate me even further and lie face-first onto my bed hoping it would soak up the all the sadness that is overflowing from me.

it almost works for a moment as i'm just sitting in my own peace until i hear my phone ping and i'm fully expecting it to be from craig.

i groan picking it up only to be from someone completely unexpected.

chris: wyd?