"Boyfrenemies"

twenty six

CRAIG'S POV

Class was boring as fuck.

I know I'm suppose to be paying attention to Mr. Garrison but I can't take him serious anymore after he almost called me Twinkle Toes.

I kept glancing at Tweek who hasn't even looked my way.

What did I do?

"Okay so for your homework tonight, I want you all to read section five through eight..."

That's pretty easy just reading.

"...Along with this...WORKSHEET! HA! YOU GUYS THOUGHT IT WAS GONNA BE EASY DIDN'T YOU?" Mr. Garrison whips out this stack of worksheets.

Oh fuck no.

"UGHHHH," Everyone goes

He always does this shit.

He passed the worksheets around and it wasn't a worksheet it was more like a fucking packet.

Fuck you, Mr. Garrison.

The bell rang shortly after and everyone walked to their next class.

Tweek walked out really fast, avoiding me.

"TWEEK!" I yell running after him.

I finally catch up to him which didn't take long because he isn't very athletic.

"Why are you ignoring me?" I say panting.

"B-Because I want t-to," He says.

"But why? What did I do--"

"Y-You know what you d-did. I trusted y-you, never speak t-to me a-again," He says walking off.

I have no fucking clue what's going on.

"Awww did you two break up?" The most annoying voice filled my ears.

Oh no.

I slowly turned around.

"Listen I'm not in the mood okay?" I grit my teeth.

"Why? Tell me your problems--"

"I have fucking gum in my hair, I have detention because I've been late too many times, my friend is ignoring me, and you still exist," I say pushing him out of the way.

"Oh man, that really hurt," He says still walking with me.

Why is this idiot still walking with me?

"You know? I miss talking to you, do you miss talking to me?" He says sarcastically.

"Clyde, I'll miss talking to you once Hell freezes over," I say and that stopped his tracks.

Thank god.

TWEEK'S POV

I can't believe Craig.

Now he's acting like he has no idea he told Clyde.

Does he think I'm stupid?

The entire day he tried talking to me but I just simply ignored him.

Now we have work, crap I forgot.

He dragged himself late, I have no idea why.

He just stared at me for a moment.

"I've tried so many times to ask you what I've done so I can make it up to you somehow I don't know. But I really don't know what I did!"

At this point, I'm really frustrated.

I dropped my package and it made a thud.

"S-STOP ACTING LIKE I-I'M STUPID! YOU KNOW W-WHAT YOU DID--"

"NO I DON'T!"

"You w-wanna know what you d-did? Ask Clyde," I say giving up.

"Clyde? Why the fuck is he in this conversation?"

I throw my hands in the air, "D-Do you have a-alzheimer's or something? You told h-him my secret!"

He raises his eyebrow, "No I didn't?"

Wow.

"D-Don't lie to me, C-Craig. I h-hate liars."

"But I'm not lying," He says.

"Y-You know what? I-I'm calling in s-sick. I'm done. H-have fun p-packaging by yourself," I say and walk up the stairs.

He didn't say anything after that he just stood there looking confused.

AUTHOR'S POV

This chapter is kinda short sorry

But I start school again tomorrow kms so updates won't be as often :(

But I'll still try to update a lot

-Brooke