You Make Me Sick [ Staig ]

-2-You Make Me Sick-2-

The next day.

"Craig!" A familiar voice called out to the raven-haired teen, causing Craig to turn his head towards the sound of his name.

He saw Stan Marsh striding towards him, making Craig mentally curse in his mind as he turns his head away from the loud nuisance with alert eyes, before beginning to weave quickly through the loud mob of students crowding in the hallway as hundreds of thoughts raced through his mind.
Looking behind him once again, he figured that he finally had lost him to the sea of rowdy teenagers filling the space. In response to that, he let out a relieved sigh, walking in a slower pace to soon arrive at his locker.

He opened up his old, dented locker, the door having faded sharpie marks on it and slight rust creeping over the corners of the thin metal.
He didn't bother to get a lock for it, because he simply knew that if anyone fucked with his stuff they would obviously be hunted down by Craigs group. He grabbed a worn textbook from the locker, his dull brown eyes boring into the large letters imprinted on it that read 'Science', the teen frowning just to think of it.

And to make the subject worse? Stan was in this class.

Craig grumbled, before closing the locker and turning around, only to come face-to-face with Stan-fucking-Marsh, the sudden presence startling him. He looked concerned, and a big bruise was dusted on his left cheek from the punch he received yesterday, making Craigs eyes widen a bit, before looking back up at Stans eyes, frowning.

"Stan- Fuck off!" He hissed under his breath as to not attract the crowded hallways attention, before shoving past him and rushing to his close-by Science classroom, almost slamming his textbook onto his desk before sitting down in his seat, causing it to teeter a bit in its spot and earning him a couple frightened or startled glances from his classmates.

Craig just kept his gaze averted, his expression now stoic as he taps a pencil against his desk, keeping it held between two fingers as he waited for the class to end with impatience, although the bell to begin the shitty period hadn't even rung yet.
He switches his gaze to rest on his desk as Stan walks into the classroom, the students unbothered and continuing their conversations about how their weekend went and how they got 'sooo drunk' at some party.
The teen with the red-puffball hat sat down in the desk behind him, making Craig scowl as he stares at the bland cover of his Science textbook. He heard Stan open up his textbook to what he assumes is the assigned page that was written on the board, and he figures he should as well, so he does, somewhat pissed off that he didn't do that before Stan had.

Can't he just forget about the whole mess that happened yesterday?

Soon after he flipped to the assigned textbook page, the Science Professor walked into the classroom, barking at the students to 'shut up' as he sits down at his desk in the front of the room, the bell ringing as if it were set to go off once the teacher sat, a hush soon falling over the class.

Craig felt Stans gaze pierce into the back of his neck as he attempted to somewhat concentrate on the professors excessively boring voice read out from the textbook, gripping the book as to not lash out at the other teen in the middle of class.
He felt a very soft tap on his back, which he ignored, but growling and turning his head a bit after feeling it once again with a scowl on his face.

He saw a small piece of paper in the corner of his vision being held out between Stans fingers, which made Craig pause to contemplate if he should take it or not, before quickly snatching it from him with a free hand out of what he told himself was curiosity.

Looking up at the teacher to see if it were clear, he slowly rests an elbow on his desk and a fist on his cheek, sneaking a glance down at the small note.