Dollhouse (COMPLETED)(South Park)

Chapter 7| Tatiana

I impatiently tap my foot on the floor and watch the clock. It ticks by slowly, and it's like time knows that I'm excited to get out of school. It's as if time is working against me. I tear my gaze away from the clock, attempting to pay attention.

I must keep up my grades. Even if Geography isn't a lesson I enjoy, I can't let my grades slip, I don't want my mum to take away my privileges to the Internet.

I made a lot of my friends over the Internet. I didn't have many in real life, that was until I started seeing Craig. Some girls heard about it, and I may have shown one girl a picture of him. We were sat on the bench, our usual spot, and I had been requested by mum to take a picture and send it to her, for proof that we had actually met up again.

It was snowing it the picture, and it made my hair frizzy, my glasses fog up and my skin turn bright pink. I looked terribly, however Craig looked dashing. The snow contrasted greatly against  his dark hair, making it look darker. Flecks of snow had landed in the dark hair. Like mine, his skin had turned pink. However, it was just his cheeks. It was a vibrant pink, one that brought out the grey of his eyes. Craig wasn't exactly smiling in the photograph, but he wasn't frowning either.

Even the camera seemed to prefer Craig over me, as he was clear and focused on, while I was blurry and in the background.

The girl I had shown, swooned. I couldn't blame her. Craig was really attractive. She snatched my phone and showed all of her friends. Then it became a routine of the group asking me about him.

They became bored fast, as it had almost been a week and no kiss had been shared.

But he touched me. He lay his hand on my knee. His hand was warm, gentle. His touch was soft, and I crave more. Craig is like a drug, I want more and more of him. I want his touch, his hold. His lips on my cheeks, my jawline, my neck, my lips..

I feel my cheeks burn with the thought, and I brush any dirty thoughts far, far away.

I look back up at the clock as the bell rings loudly. I'm the first out of my seat, which makes the teacher cast me a strange look and the group at the back stand too. I sigh when they approach me as I tidy away my books. Every one in the group is smiling, and they look eager to know where I'm going.

"Are you going to see him again?" The only boy in the group asks, sweeping his blonde hair out of his eyes.

"Shut up Oscar, he's not gay." A redheaded girl says, elbowing the boy. He glares at her.

"You never know." He bites back, and the two begin to argue. I look down awkwardly, feeling my legs shake from the gathered people. I take a deep breath, and push past them.

Oscar and the redhead don't seem to notice my disappearance, however the others do. One girl with dark hair and dark eyes taps me on the shoulder as I walk.

"Does he have any hot friends?" She asks as we continue walking.

"Well, I've o-only met o-one o-of them. He ha-" the girl then laughs, and I stop walking and face her in confusion. The group is still gathered.

"I meant female friends." She says, her dark eyes shining. A different girl, this one with pastel pink hair, give the dark haired girl a nasty look.

"Slut." She coughs.

"Do I need to remind you how long ago we broke up?" The dark haired girl tells her friend. I look down awkwardly, turn and carry on walking.

"Wait Tatiana!" I ignore this girl, and carry on walking into the school's parking lot.

I just want to see Craig.

"Tatiana dear!" I flinch at the sound of her voice.

Why is my mother in school? She never picks me up.

My mother rushes over to me, her heels clicking against the concrete. She's waving, and is wearing a blood red dress. Just her attire leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

"We're having dinner with the Tucker's!" She exclaims, grabbing my arm and holding it tightly. "Why do you insist of wearing tights with holes in?!" She hisses in my ear, still smiling and putting a perfect motherly look in her eyes.

She puts up this act in public. No one knows what she's like behind closed doors. Everyone thinks that she's perfect.

"We must go straight home so you can change!" She exclaims, coaxing me into the car. I sit in silence as we drive home, change and head straight to the Tucker's household.

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Upon entering the Tucker household, my mum hasn't been able to stop speaking. I'm with Craig, his mother and father across from us and my own mother sat beside me.

Thankfully, the dinner has been going smoothly. Pleasant conversation, fine food and an over all friendly yet formal evening. That is until, my mother had to open her mouth and ask a question.

"Who exactly is Tweek Tweak?" she asks, her elbows leaning on the table as she sips from her water. Ms. Tucker's eyes sparkle with amusement as she picks up her glass of what seems to be sparkling water.

Mr. Tucker however, has quite the opposite reaction. He almost chokes on his food, grabbing a napkin and coughing violently into it. Ms. Tucker doesn't make a move to pay him in the back, she just watched as she gulps down her water and pours herself more. By the end of his coughing fit, Mr. Tucker is red faced and his eyes are bulging out of their sockets. He opens his mouth to speak, but Craig beats him to it.

"He's a close childhood friend of mine. He doesn't want me to get into any relationships." Craig says, almost stumbling over his words as they pour out of his mouth without much thought. Mr. Tucker gives his son a sly look, opens his mouth once again but is now cut off by my mother.

"That's quite odd Craig. May I ask why?" She begins to twirl a strand of her own hair around her finger, staring at Craig with her eyes gleaming. He shifts uncomfortably under her gaze, but she doesn't retract it.

"We uh.. Have a sort of competition. Whoever has had the more bo-girlfriends, is the better guy. I'm currently ahead, so Tweek is becoming competitive." Craig says, looking down at his plate.

Mum then laughs, clapping her hands. "I had the same competition with a friend of mine in high school! I won obviously, but it was fun."

"I like T-Tweek. H-he's very t-talented." I admit, smiling at Craig. "He m-managed to p-play the p-part of Alice in the school p-play."

My mother gasps, while Thomas mutters a word under his breath. It sounded like 'tag.' I ignore the word, brushing it off as nothing. Craig however, seems extremely offended by what he said.

He clenches his fist so tight that his knuckles turn white. I look at his fist, and shakily place my hand over his in an attempt to calm him down. It seems to work, and I smile at him.

My mother notices, and awes loudly. This causes Craig to snatch his hand out from under mine, and his father to huff.

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This chapter was a little all over the place, and I hate it.

CYA LATER NERDZ