You Don't Mean It ||Staig||

||Part Six||

TW: Cursing, Cigarettes, Smoking, Abuse, Fluff, Alcohol, Unwanted touching, Rape, Drug use, Kidnapping

Please do not read if any of this makes you triggered or uncomfortable!

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Craig stared off into the window, his eyes drooping tiredly. He had completely forgotten that he had Saturday school. He was given it because of his bad grades and bountiful absences. It was ironic, he had been late to his punishment too. He had asked Stan 'nicely' if he could drive him to the school, since he didn't have his truck with him. 

The teachers running the weekend school looked pissed with him as always. He was supposed to be working on his missing assignments, but there was no way he was going to get them finished. He had about five missing assignments per class... and he took about seven classes? He didn't know, he wasn't the best at math. 

His lowest grade was in English, being a 22 F, and his math grade wasn't far from that. 

"Craig focus, you only have to be here for a couple of hours." 

Craig looked up from his desk, staring directly at a muscular looking man. He possessed a thick mustache and broad shoulders. He peered at the little name tag against his chest. 

Mr. Barkley... 

"That's a dumbass name." Craig mumbled to himself. He could see the mans face darkening red with anger. Craig felt his green eyes widen just a tad as the man stormed over to him. He slammed his heavy hands against the wooden desk, almost causing Craig to fly out of his wobbly chair. 

"Listen here, don't you dare disrespect me... or we will have some serious problems." He threatened, his brown eyes looking crazy. Craig sighed in a bored manner as he gazed up at the man. 

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm doing my work." He lied. Craig waved around his wrinkly paper, it contained scribbly red marks of nonsense and poorly drawn Guinea pigs. Mr. Barkley snatched the paper away and crumpled it up in his hands. 

He could tell Craig was pulling his leg and he wasn't having it. He threw the crumpled paper against Craig's face and stormed back over to his desk. He kept staring over at the clock, he had a game he needed to be preparing for. Not wasting his time with snotty students. 

Craig had winced back a little bit as the paper fell against his desk. His cheek was throbbing slightly, he could tell the paper had scratched him. He only let out another sigh and started to unfold the paper. He might as well try and get something done while he was here. 

Stan had told him on the drive over to the school that he could tutor him everyday he didn't have anything going on like football practice or tests to study for. Craig had called him a dork for studying but he agreed anyways. 

Craig heard the clock ticking slowly as he wrote down answers against the paper. They most likely were all wrong, but at least they were something. He hummed a little bored toon as the hours went on. He had completed about four assignments in the two hours he had been there. 

The teacher wasn't bothering him anymore, so he was just peering out of the window again. To his surprise the teacher spoke up. 

"Alright everybody... the staff board just let me know that you are all free to leave." He said. Craig stared at him, he couldn't tell if he was lying or not. Craig sighed and folded up the papers. He stood up from his desk and dropped them off at the teachers desk. 

Mr. Barkley stared at him as he slipped out of the classroom, running his tough fingers over his mustache. Craig padded down the hallways, he seemed content at that moment. Nothing was bothering him. He was going to drive home and mess with his old Guinea pig.