Craig stared into the open space in front of him.
He couldn't bring himself to actually start to pack up and go to his second period class, the complete look of horror and disgust from Tweek as him and Wendy walked by was burned into his mind.
Burned into him that the last remaining ounce of respect that Tweek might have had for him had been ripped into minuscule and almost nonexistent shreds.
His heart hadn't stopped beating when it happened, but god he wished it had.
He wished he just dropped dead and in that small moment Tweek could have cradled him into the afterlife in a pity filled farewell. Maybe in those dying moments Tweek would let him be forgiven and be held so tight that Craig could forget the guilty and painful twisting feeling in his stomach. Not just from being seen and being with Wendy, but from what he said just yesterday that must have rattled Tweek to his core.
"Mr. Tucker-" His teacher tapped his desk. "The bell rang."
Craig looked up and nodded. "I know, j-just collecting myself."
"Well, I'd hurry." His teacher started to walk back to his desk. "Next period is starting soon."
Craig nodded and got up.
He slowly gathered himself and walked to his next class.
His fingers clenched and unclenched as he walked down the hall.
Whispering and stares from the fellow students had already begun and he could feel them flocking and chasing after him as he just tried to make it to his next class. The faster he walked the more they seemed to come towards him. Despite his efforts to try and get away from them the whispers and words got louder and crowded him.
Craig ran straight into the bathroom unable to take all the talking around him anymore, quickly retreating to a stall and staying hidden within the safe dirty walls.
He took deep breaths that were were trying their best not to become shallow and fast, his heart pounding unsteady and nervous as he sat hidden. He didn't feel like he had a reason or right to in this very moment, but he felt like crying, hard and embarrassingly loud, crying.
He felt like throwing a full blown tantrum like a child in a toy store.
Yet he tried with everything in his body to keep it together.
To pretend like everything was fine and he was in a happy relationship with Wendy and her stupid beret wearing head.
Craig clutched his hair tight, he wanted something soft in his hands to try and pet and use to calm himself down, but it was counterproductive. His hands were too mean and too angry, they pulled hard and made him feel worse.
Everything he did to try and calm himself only made things worse.
His breaths never leveling and his chest never calming.
He was hyperventilating.
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"Lose the fucking frown." Wendy's nails dug into Craig's hand that was wrapped around hers, her lips still tightly and daintily pressed into a smile. Her body leaning into Craig's space and made her once sweet voice to a deadly sounding grumble. "Right now."
Craig swallowed hard and did his best to try and force a smile. "There."
"Might as well have just sewn your mouth into a smile." Wendy scoffed and withdrew her hand from his. "It would look more normal than that face."
Craig pouted to the side and held his newly freed hand close, his other hand wiping away the invisible mean and ill-willed germs that Wendy had left on it. Cradling the spot on his hand that now had small crescent shaped indents, he gave up smiling and completely frowned at the barely existent pain that stung his hand.
