🕸️ ;; Enemy 2 My Lover .┆Creek AU

chapter 5

Craig's POV

'WHAT!?" Tweek yelled, pulling of his hair, twitching more than usual.

"Excuse me?"
"I'm not working with that weird-o."

"A-AND I'M NOT GONNA WORK W-WITH THAT-- THAT JERK!"

...

"Well, it's obvious you both don't like each other. So pairing you two up is a chance for you two to get used to each other. Either work together for this project, or you fail this class."

"B-But that isn't fair! You can't force us to w-work together!"

"I'm not 'forcing', Tweek. I'm giving you a opportunity."

He started freaking out, and I just sighed. The teacher then paired everyone else up, and then the bell rang.
"Alright! Class is over, get out of here."

I sighed again and packed up my stuff and got up from my seat. I walked over to Tweek, who seemed to be having problems with getting his stuff together. Papers flew on the floor in my direction, when he grabbed his notebook. "Ugh!" 

I picked up the thrown papers and handed them to him. He turned to me, with a confused expression. Glanced between the papers and me a few times before taking them from me.

...
"You're welcome."

Silence. He nodded and stuffed the papers into his bag. I sighed then left him there, and walked up to the teacher. "Mrs. Applegate?"

"What is it, Craig?"

"Does the sculpture for the project need to be anything in particular? Like something from a recent lesson... or just anything?"

"Anything school appropriate, other than that I don't care."

"Well whats school appropriate?"

"Anything that isn't sexual or that's has any harsh things that could offend anyone."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome, have fun."

"I guess." I then walked out of class, ready to go home, I suppose. I walked over to my locker, putting anything i didn't need back into it. Aka, everything. Then I saw Tweek finally exit the classroom. Rushing to his locker, looking around.

Sure does take him awhile.

After putting all the things away, I walked up to Tweek, knocking on the locker next to his. "Gah!"

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"Don't ever fucking do that again."

"We'll see."

"Ugh."
"So what do you want? Wanna fight again?"

"Pfft- No, I think I embarrassed you enough! Don't you think so?"

"..."

"Do you uhh... w-wanna actual do the project? Or do you want to not do it?"

"Ah, we can do it. I'm good at sculptures."

"Oh. ... Same."

"Perfect, you can do it then."

"What!? No way!"

"Pfft-"
"I was just jokin', dude." I said while lightly punching his arm. He brushed off the arm I punched, and shut his locker. Then he looked at me again, "So who's house?"

"What do you mean?"

"To d-do the project. Are you brain dead?"

"Kind of."