How Could I Love a Spaz {DISCONTINUED}

Chapter 1

"Craig Tucker! Pay attention!" The teacher was screaming again in her annoyingly high voice. I didn't bother pulling my head from my desk, the cool surface was the only thing actually keeping me in the classroom.

"Shut up..." I muttered under my breath. I heard a gasp and opened one eye to see the woman. I guess I hadn't been quiet enough; her face grew a red color as she shuffled to her desk in a huff. She began writing on a pink slip. Guess that's my cue. I took my time stretching my arms, hearing them pop as I did so. I lazily trucked to the front of the class, not caring about the snickers and whispers of my classmates.

"This is for you." She stuck the note out in a haughty manner, pushing it uncomfortably close to my face. I glared at her and imagined swiping the woman's fat hand away. Of course I resisted, if I touched the pig she'd be sure to have me suspended again.

"Aw, writing love letters to me again Mrs. Batch? What would your husband think?" I pulled a coy grin as her plump red face grew even to an even brighter shade. I towered over the woman at 6 foot 3'. It must have been intimidating at first but now she just stomped her foot in anger. I was surprised she could actually do that in her tiny heels. How many times would she have to repeat the action till the little stumps snapped right in half?

"LEAVE. NOW." She hissed between red painted lips. She shoved the slip at me again. I dodged it so she couldn't smash it against my face, it was as if the woman wanted to shove the slip right down my throat.

"So dominant. I like that." I winked as I plucked the pink slip from her hand. I strutted out of the class slamming the door behind me. When I was out I let myself glance at what I'd been charged with this time.

Disobedience... Like usual. I crumpled up the note and decided to wander the halls rather than taking a trip to the principal. The hard seats sucked to be in for long periods of time, besides, I was already in trouble and Mr. Glade would be glad not to see me before 10.

~Tweek~

"And where did you say you were coming from again?" The gray haired man made casual conversation as he walked me through the halls. The principal himself decided to give me the South Park High School tour. I wondered if that's how it was at all schools. Maybe my movies were wrong, all my research was useless! Stupid me! Thinking high school movies were anything like actual high school!

"F-From Denver..." I whispered out. I felt the need to whisper the words; the halls were deadly quiet. The only sound disrupting the silence being the echo of our footsteps on the linoleum tiles.

"Oh so coming to a little school like this shouldn't be too difficult at all right?" Wrong. I was home schooled most of the time I was in Denver. I attended school there for one year but had a horrible time. My parents put me into homeschooling but for some reason they decided that I needed actual friends this year. "Movies and coffee can't be your only friends Tweek!" They moved us to the little mountain town of South Park.

"S-sure..." I agreed so that the conversation would be over. It was easier to walk in silence than trying to come up with responses in time. I never understood how people knew what to say all the time. Suddenly a loud beep came from the sky scaring me out of my train of thought. "Arhhg!!" I screamed out and automatically threw my hands over my head. It's an alien abduction! They're gonna take me to space! What if they don't know I need oxygen? What if they don't have a helmet?! I don't want to die in space!!

"Mr. Glade. You're needed on the phone. The superintendent would like to speak to you." A female voice called and then there was another beep and she was gone. False alarm...that's embarrassing. I looked to the principal who was looking at his watch and grumbling. To my own relief he'd barely taken notice of my sudden outburst.