"Boyfrenemies" Vol. 2

twenty three

CRAIG'S POV

"he's doing what this weekend?" i repeated slowly and carefully, hoping that whatever i just heard from nichole was just my ears fucking with me.

nichole, tolkien, red, and i were standing on the side of the school before the bell rang to get the inside information nichole collected from tweek last night.

nichole sighs, "he's going to north park this weekend to 'deliver a coffee package' to him but they're just using that as an excuse to hang out...."

my chest began to grow tight and i swear i just wanted to drop dead at that point. going away for the weekend already? he's head over heels for this fucking guy.

"this.....isn't good at all," red says, "he just met him and he's willing to spend the weekend with him? jesus."

"he was so excited," nichole says with her eyes glued to the ground, "could barely hold it in actually. he kept saying...how much he likes him."

i blink back the tears that were wallowing up and trying my best not to just let them flow out. i felt a hand on my shoulder from tolkien, an attempt to calm me down but it wasn't helping in the slightest. it just aggravated me even more so i shrugged it off.

"and did he mention anything about....his last name?" tolkien asks not even phased by what i just did.

"no," nichole says looking at him, "i genuinely don't think he knows."

my leg kept bouncing in place in agitation, "i'm telling him today."

all eyes turned to me warily, "....telling him what?" red asks.

"that he's clyde's fucking cousin!" i yell, "i'm not letting him go this weekend that's only a few days away and we're not getting anywhere with this."

"craig....i know you're worried — we all are — but this isn't going to end well and you know that....look at you! you're not even going to say it in an approachable way—"

"yeah well i really don't give a fuck at this point, he has to know," i say and the bell rings indicating that we need to start heading to our first class.

i turn around and begin walking without even saying another word, determined to find tweek and give him this information as soon as i possibly can.

i immediately find him at his locker, looking a little annoyed at his phone today.

he wasn't smiling like yesterday, and i don't know why that makes me a little happy.

not at him not being happy, but him not being happy at chris.

he was too immersed in his phone, eyebrows scrunched on his face that he didn't notice me walking up to him.

even when im standing right next to him he didn't notice my presence, so i cleared my throat for him to finally notice.

"GAH—" he jumps with his hand on his chest, "J-JESUS FUCKING CHRIST CRAIG!"

"you were too busy on your damn phone to notice me," i say, "i need to talk to you."

he just stares at me with an annoyed-twitching expression, "a-about what?"

"your little boyfriend that's what," i say.

his eyes widened, "h-he's not my b-boyfriend— why w-would you even want to t-talk about him?"

"because i have shit on him," i say confidently.

he pauses for a second and then scoffs closing his locker and walking past me, "yeah o-of course you d-do. i don't h-have time for t-this shit, c-craig. if you're j-jealous just s-say that—"