Stars will Fall. (creek)

two

I sat up to see it's 7am. I was still in the same clothes as yesterday. I changed my clothes within ten minutes, half of that was me struggling to do my buttons up, then giving up and going downstairs. My parents weren't home yet again.

After I triple checked I was all ready before I set off for school. I arrived ten minutes early. I made a trip to my locker then headed to english.

I was hoping that Craig actually wasn't real, that my mind created him as an excuse to believe people would speak to me. However, when I entered English, there was Craig sitting at his desk with his head down.

I sat down and he didn't move an inch. The bell went and the teacher passed out a paper with a short story and another page with seven questions. He told us to do it before sitting at his desk and paying no mind to us.

I got right to work. I happened to notice Craig still hadn't moved at all. Wait- was he asleep? I tapped his shoulder. Yup, he's asleep. I debated not waking him up and letting him face the consequences of that.

I didn't though. I shook his shoulder until he lifted his head. He looked around him and realized class had started. He looked down at his pages before starting to work too.

"What'd you get for the first one?" He asked me after twenty minutes. I've already finished four questions. I look over to see the only thing he had on his paper was his name. I didn't answer him. I had my own work to do. I went back to writing out the fifth question.

"Thanks." He says. I look at him again and he's looking at the story again. "Your shirt's undone again," He speaks without looking away from the paper.

"Please leave me alone," I say finally before getting back to work. Craig leaves me alone the rest of the period.

Then when I get to History I see my seat from yesterday occupied by a boy with a red and blue hat and a miserable face.

I look to the back to see the only open seat was next to Craig. Just perfect. The boy with the red sweater was now in front of Craig next to a girl with short brown hair. I sit next to Craig.

"-I'm telling you Heidi, he likes you! We've been through this. You've had your fair share with Cartman, now you gotta get it on with Kyle!" Says the boy in the red sweater.

"Ew, no! He did not age well, how many times do I have to tell you?" The girl named Heidi says.

"He looks even better, what the hell are you on?!"
"Whatever. Besides, him and Stan are probably gay for each other," she says with a shrug.

"What? No way," The boy says. Heidi gives him a side glance. "Stan's with Wendy."
"And Kyle likes a girl," Craig says.
"He does? Serious?" Red sweater boy asks.

"Yes, serious. Also, this is Tweek," Craig says, using his thumb to point to me. My eyes widened at him saying that. Why would he? Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmy-

"Cool! Hey I heard you moved from Michigan, is it as shit as people say? I'm Clyde by the way," He sticks out his hand with a smile.

I look down at it and notice a hair stuck to it. He notices it too and pulls his hand away. He shakes it until it's off and pulls his smile back on as he sticks his hand out again. I uncertainly shake it.

The teacher starts to talk so I don't have to worry about replying, even though I was already nervous.

Throughout this class Craig kept staring at me. I don't know how he meant it, it was hard to tell. He just stared, and it was uncomfortable. I know he meant in some way, I just didn't know what, and it was making me want to decompose until the only thing left of Tweek was his bones.

When the bell rang I anxiously went to my locker and was suddenly aware of all the eyes of everyone. Were they looking at me?

I shove my stuff into my locker and go to the library where I finally calm down. It's quiet in here and everyone's too focused to notice anything.

I go to the chair I was in yesterday and scan the shelf, not finding the book I was reading. Then, a hand stuck out from behind me and put that very book onto the shelf. I recognized that sweater.

"Sounds interesting," Craig tells me. I ignore him and take the book. Why is it everytime i'm calm, Craig ruins it? I sit down.

"Not much of a talker, are you?" Craig sits opposite of me.
"What do you want?" I say finally.

"Do I have to want something to talk to you?" He asks. I pause.
"I don't know."

"Hm. You're not like the other kids here." That causes me to look at him.

"What?" I spoke quieter than I wanted to. He's going to say something mean, I just know it. He's going to point out my twitching and how I stutter sometimes and no one else does that. He'll say i'm weirder than everyone and how they all have friends and I don't. He'll point out how i'm not a good talker and how I should just be normal. I braced myself for his reply, I was ready for when he'd say all those things. But he didn't.

"You're just different. Everyone here is loud and strive to be most popular and the best person. You're.. quiet. Why do you think i'm bothering you so much? Ignoring how you were insulting me, you're nice to be around."

I stared at him. Is he being serious?? No one ever said that about me before. My chest felt tight and like I was going to explode. How could he say that so casually too?

"You don't know me," I stupidly say. Am I trying to ruin everything?

"I don't care." Craig shrugs.
"You were insulting me first," I tell him.
"No, I was observing," Craig said in defense of himself.
"Well then so was I."

Craig laughs at that before standing up and leaving. I watch him leave and am left with a strange feeling.

When the last bell rung for school I rushed to my locker, happy to get out of this school. At my locker I saw Craig standing in front of it. I ignored him and began unlocking my lock.

"You want me to hold any of that?" He asks, pointing to my binder and books I was holding.

"No, I got it," I say before opening it and   shoving it all in my backpack. I pull it out and drop it on my shoulders. I lock it again and begin walking away.

"Hold on, dude. You busy today?"
I stop walking and turn around. "Yes." I know I complain about having no friends and here I am completely rejecting a friend offer, but Craig isn't exactly the type of person I want to be friends with.

I turn around and I hear Craig walking behind me. I make it out of the school, across the street, and a little further before I turn my head and see Craig behind me on his phone. He's a bit far behind so he keeps walking.

"Are you following me?" I ask. He stops moving and looks up at me.
"Yeah," He says.

He doesn't wait for me to keep moving and walks in front of me. He walks into a house and the door closes behind him. Does he live there? I keep walking to my house, where I miserably notice it's four houses down.

When I walk in I see my mom in the kitchen and my father on the couch.

"Hello, Tweek. How's the new school treating you?" My dad asks.
"It's fine," I say then I walk upstairs.

Just one more day of school and it's the weekend. I spent the rest of my day eating dinner, downing coffee, and trying to figure out why Craig keeps talking to me. I check my clock and see it two in the morning and I have to get up in five hours. I turn off my lights and my mind and try to sleep.