Creek.

Chapter I

"Hi Craig!"
"Yooo Craig what's up?"
"Omg hey Craig!!"
I walk through the school hallway while everybody notices. "Hey.. I'm good. Yoo..", I reply. I'm Craig Tucker. You could say I'm kinda popular in town. At first, it was pretty nice, but now it's getting kinda tiring.. I'm getting sick of it. Everywhere I go, everyone knows me! I walk out to head to a café. As I walk in, 2 women greet me and ask about my mom. Even the moms know me.. sigh.

I head to the counter and as I'm about to order, I look at the barista. "What w-would you like?!", he asks. "Uh.." What in the world? Why can't I say anything?? "H-hello?!", he says. "Uhh.. can I have a..", I pause, "A.. uhm.. coffee! Please.." What the hell is going on? Did I just order a coffee?? "Right..! n-name?!", he replies. He's really cute... Wait what?! I'm not gay! And he's all twitchy and stuff! Look at his hair, it's wild! Why would he be cute?? Wait a minute.. "Did u just ask for my name?", I ask, visibly shocked. As to which he answers:"Y-yes..?!" I lean in closer. "Do you not know who I am??", I ask hopefully. "No..?!? A-am I supposed to??!", he exclaimed. He doesn't know who I am. A smile crept on my face. I look at his name card: Tweek. An interesting name.. "Well, Tweek, my name is Craig. Craig Tucker.", I say with a smile. "O-okay.?!?", he says as he goes to make my order. Right. I ordered a coffee..

I sat at a table. Table 7. In the place I wouldn't easily be noticed: A corner. Tweek walks up to me and hands me the coffee. He leaves before I can say anything. Tweek, huh? "So he doesn't know who I am.." I pick up the cup of coffee. "..That probably won't last long." I take a sip and spit it out. Yuck. Coffee tastes horrible.

1 week later.

A week later, I head to the café again. Tweek. He's definitely heard of me in the past week. I walk up to the counter and he asks:"Y-your order?!" Hot cocoa. Order hot cocoa. "Can I have a.. uh..", say hot cocoa, "C.. Coffee??" God damn it, Craig. Before I lost hope of having another coffee, he says:"No.. last t-time you ordered a c-coffee, you didn't even drink it!" So he saw. "Right.. you're right, uhm.. can I have a.. uh.. hot..?", c'mon Craig finish your sentence, "hot.. cow?" I give up. The barista looks at me with a judge-y face. "Hot.. c-cow..!? D-do you mean c-cocoa??!", he asks. "Yeah..", I say. He's.. smart. Makes him kinda.. cute. CUTE?! AGAIN??? What in the galaxy is this??- "sir? S-SIR!!", said a voice. "Huh.. what??", I mumble confused. "Sir.. w-what's your n-name!?", says Tweek. "My name?", Again?, "Do you really not know me??", I ask. He replies as he raises an eyebrow: "no.. w-was it G-Greg??!", he asks. Greg? Did he just call me Greg?? "It's Craig." He hasn't even heard of me in the last week, has he? What is he, some kind of alien??? He writes on a cup: Craig, and leaves. Okay.. I'll just go sit at a table then..