🕸️ ;; Enemy 2 My Lover .┆Creek AU

chapter 2

Tweek's POV

Once me and Kenny got to the gym, I placed my bag on the bleachers and looked around. 

There's barely any people here. Good.

Kenny went over to the gym closet and brought out a basket ball. He came over to me and put the basket ball on the bleachers, then took off his jacket.

"If I'm gonna stay in here, might was well do something."

"I though you where going to watch me box?"

"I mean, yeah. But I can do two things at once. Plus I can't sit down for too long without doing something. ADHD."

"Haha, understandable. Same here."

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"I'm going to get a boxing bag, I'm pretty sure they have one."

"Oh, alright! I'm going shoot some free throws."

"Okay." I went over to the gym closet, and started looking for the boxing bag. I heard Kenny cursing and randomly yelling. He's probably missing every shot and getting pissed at himself, or at the ball. Lol, seems like something he would do. 

I got up and turned around to watch Kenny, he was doing exactly what I thought he was doing. I snickered at his actions and started looking more into the closet, once again.
After minutes of looking, I finally found it at the back of the gym closet. "H-how the hell did it get all the way back here?"

I shrugged it off and brought out the boxing bag back out to the gym, placed it in a corner near my stuff, and went back over to the bleachers, to get my boxing gloves. I looked around the gym again. But a few more people were there. I got anxious thinking some of them would watch me. But then I realized, Craig was there was well. Did he follow me here? Was he here to come ruin my free time here? I never seen him here, until today. But he was just sitting up in the bleachers. 
I shakingly sighed, and started twitching.

"Ack- Jesus-"

"Hey-- Uh, Tweek? Whatcha staring at- now..-?"

"You s-sound out o-of breath."

"Yep- Basket ball is hard..."

Kenny rested him hands on his knee's breathing heavily. I chuckled at him and stared back at Craig. "U-uhmm-"
I sighed, "I-I think Craig followed us here. He's up sitting in the bleachers."

"O-oh- Well... Maybe he just wanted to watch some of the people here? Or just to chill out."

"Maybe, but he was never here before. But now he i-is?"

"It's probably just a coincidence."

"U-uh- F-fine. I'm listening to you on- Ah!- this one.."

"Okay, now calm down and go box. I'll catch my breath and watch."

"Haha, okay." I opened up my bag, got out my boxing gloves, and put them on. I glanced at Craig from the distance, then at Kenny, who was watching me. He grinned, winked at me and gave me a thumbs up. I smiled, while rolling my eyes.

I sighed, "Fuck I forgot to do something." I then took off my gloves and put them back on the bleachers.
Kenny looked confused, "What do you mean?"

I took off my jacket and then started to unbuttoned my shirt.

"Woah, what the fuck are you doing? You're not home, y'know."

"Haha, I have a binder on dumbass. You expect me to box with a jacket and a long sleeved button-down on?"

"Well, no. But don't you think you'll get in trouble for wearing something 'revealing'?" He said while making quotations with his hands.

"If the girls in this school can wear crop-tops, I can wear a binder. It makes sense. I saw a girl wear a crop-top near the principal and he didn't do shit about it. So he won't come after me."

"Well, alright then. Continue."

I scoffed and finished unbuttoning my shirt, put both my jacket and shirt on the bleachers, and picked up my gloves again, putting them on. I got more anxious while doing so, the only time I'd ever just wear my binder was at home. I didn't have the best body figure, but it wasn't the worse.

I looked back at Kenny as he just stared at me, but he didn't look at my face. Which made me kinda uncomfortable, but I knew he wasn't gonna do anything. I was just worried about his thoughts...

I sighed and walked over to the boxing bag. Put my hands up in a fighting position, and closed my eyes. Concentrating on only boxing, and then I swung. The bag made a loud noise, which echo'd through the gym. 

I looked around, Kenny's eyes widened, but that's all that changed on him, facially. And I shook my head, and got concentrated again, swinging at the bag a couple more times. My teeth clenched and my eyebrows narrowed, somewhat getting more furious each time i swung.
I stopped for a few seconds, catching my breath. With the same expression on my face.

I hollered, "GAHH!" And swung hard at the boxing bag. And backed up quickly when it swung back at me. The bag made a louder, echoing sound through the gymnasium.

Some kids stopped talking, some looked around the gym to see what that noise was. And I realized Craig was staring at my direction. I completely froze, breathing heavily. And then I looked at Kenny, who's face had an shocked expression.

"Woah. Holy shit dude."

...

"Well that's one way to get anger out! Hahaha!" Kenny commented, while his face was returning to his normal, rested, expression.

I nervously laughed while looking around the room. Some people just looked at me, other returned to what they were doing. I took off my gloves, and quickly sat on the bleachers next to Kenny, getting my thermos out of my bag. I drank most the the coffee inside. Making a few large exhales in every drink. I put my thermos back into my bag and leaned back, putting my hands on my face, covering it.

"You alright, dude?"

...

"Y-yeah- I uh- kinda get really mad while boxing. Haha." I chuckled nervously, while my hands started shaking, and I started twitching.

"Hey, why do you twitch so suddenly? You don't really in class."

"Haha- It's normally caused off of stress or once I drink too much coffee. The stress is because I got too embarrassed from y-yelling. That h-happens a lot when I b-box."

"Ohhh, okay. I never knew that."

"N-now you do. The twitching will g-get better soon. The shaking will t-take longer-" 

"Ah-"

Before Kenny could say anything else, I saw Craig walk up to us. My eyebrows narrowed and I gulped. Kenny watched him, with a blank expression on his face. 

...

"What do you want, fucker?" Kenny asked, while Craig just stood there with his hands in his jacket pockets. He didn't reply. He glared at me, then glared at the boxing bag. He sighed and looked back at me, which a smirk on his face.

I couldn't help but blush, anytime Craig smiled I knew it wasn't good,  but his smile was so- cute. But I didn't like him! I just find his smile attractive, I guess. Sigh, this isn't good.

Ugh.. I don't think I like him... But- UH- This is so confusing.