You Don't Mean It ||Staig||

||Part Four||

TW: Cursing, Smoking, Hospitals, Breaking and Entering 

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"This is dumb." Craig whispered to himself. He couldn't believe that he was really considering meeting Stan after school. His grades were fine! Craig stared down at the wrinkled test paper lying against his desk in front of him. 

His teacher had just handed out last weeks test results. Thirty four F. Craig cringed and crumpled the paper up, shoving it deep down into the abyss he liked to call a backpack. 

Okay... maybe his grades needed some help, but he could do that himself! He didn't need some stupid zombie jock clinging onto him. Maybe... maybe things would turn out just fine. And maybe Craig was just dragging out the situation more than it needed to be.

The final bell rang out over his head. His hell would begin very soon. He stood up along with the others this time, instead of waiting back and trying to walk. His ankle seemed better today, he could put pressure against it, but not too much.

Craig snatched his bag up from the floor and slowly walked out of the classroom. His black hair gently swaying as students ran past him. He wasn't eager to leave, he had no where else he needed to be, or wanted in that matter. Craig wasn't aloud out. The only place he was allowed to go was school and his house. 

He wouldn't dare call it a home, nothing had ever felt like home to him. Craig sighed softly to himself as he wandered over to the place him and Stan had 'agreed on'. He stood in front of the library doors, his hand pressing up against the heavy wooden material. 

He really didn't want to go, but he knew Stan would just hunt him down and force him to. Craig let out his nerves through another quiet sigh before pushing past the doors. The library seemed cozy and quiet.

Maybe he could hide out in here instead of the bathrooms... it seemed nice actually. Craig's green eyes darted around the room before they finally settled against a slender figure. Stan was looking over at him with a smile. Craig frowned and hesitantly walked past the doors. 

He slipped down the few carpeted steps and over to Stan. He groaned, seeing as Stan had already spread out papers and a few books. They seemed like basic subjects, nothing really  corresponding to his classes. 

"Hey, Craig." Stan smiled softly. He felt relieved that Craig had actually showed up. He didn't know what he would do if the boy hadn't shown his face. Craig glared at him as he sat down, making sure to sit a noticeable distance away. 

Stan glanced his way, seeing how far he sat away from him.

"You know, you can't learn if you won't even try." He said, pulling a huge math text book into his lap. Craig glared, his fingers griping against the library chair. He hesitantly scooted closer, only a small bit.

Stan sighed and decided to accept that as a win. He opened the book up and asked Craig where he was. Craig stared at the jock, his face flushing. He hadn't one clue.

"Uh... I think... " He wandered off. His finger was tracing over the words and math equations. Stan waited for a little while, looking away as Craig hovered next to him. 

"Fuck, I don't know." Craig confessed as he sat back into his chair. Stan furrowed his eyebrows. He could figure out from their little interactions that this night was going to be very trying. He forced out a patient smile as he looked back at Craig. 

"Okay... we can worry about that tomorrow." He said, pushing the heavy book across the table. Craig stared, wondering what they would do if it wasn't studying or reviewing stuff. 

"What subject are you paying attention to?" Stan asked him. His blue eyes were searching into Craig's green ones as his hands hovered over the variety of books. Craig thought about it for a little while. His answer wasn't a hard one.