Just an Angel (TweekxCraig)

Beginnings

Okay so please note that this was completely experimental, the chapters will get more involving and less cringey as a go on.

And as Always please let me know of any spelling/grammar errors.

My name is Craigory Tucker.
But in a life that seems so far away I used to be called Craig.

I'm kind of the opposite of what people call a normal high school boy.

I don't like girls, I don't go out and party with my friends, and I probably wouldn't even if I had any.

It used to be different though, I used to have tons of friends. I might've even been considered 'popular' not that it mattered much to me anyways. Then my parents decided to send me away to an all boys, overnight christian school. It was my own fault really, I never followed any rules, I always mouthed off my teachers, I broke the school record for most times in detention in a month, twice.

Then there was the fact I was gay, my mom didn't mind so much, but my dad, my dad was another story.

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The pastor in charge of the class came in, he seemed on edge. If someone said the wrong thing he would lose it, that was easy to tell. The class went silent as the pastor began to talk, today was not the day to push buttons

I sat in a classroom trying to ignore the pointless jibber jabber around me. This class was dedicated to teaching about different evils that lived in hell, and how to ward them off. It all seemed like bullshit to me, all of this Christian nonsense did.

"Could you all flip to page 119 and read until page 123", he said in a usual monotone voice, the same monotone voice that every single pastor at this school used. Honestly they all sound depressed.

I skimmed past the pages, not caring too much to read them. All I knew was that they said something about imps and their mischievousness, just trash you'd learn in any little kid's fairy tail.

The more classes I went to the more this school seemed odd, normally in these Christian schools you learn normal things; like math or science, but here...we learn things, things that are in the bible, like hell and other pointless things. In fact, I don't even know if half the shit we learn is in the bible.

10 silence filled minutes later the teacher spoke again, "Anyone have any questions?". I don't think he was really expecting anyone to ask anything, just saying it more out of courtesy.

"I do", a small voice said a from across the room. 
That unmistakable voice belonged to Tweek Richard Tweak, the kid who I had a huge crush on, the same kid who didn't even know my name. It wasn't because he was too popular, out that he was out of my league, in fact it was almost the opposite he would always spaz out, panic and twitch, because he was constantly drinking coffee that he stole from the teacher.

All outside objects were banned from the school, for students at least, and we weren't allowed to leave the facility. We weren't even allowed to bring our own clothes.
It was the closest thing you could get to being jail without commuting an actual crime

"In the description it says that Imps are creatures of mischievousness, but nowhere does it way they are evil, am I correct", Tweek Tweak continued. He might be panicky, but he has an air of confidence that made my heart skip a beat.

"Imps, like all demons come from hell.  Creatures that crawls their way from the pits of hell are indescribable evil.", the pastor said, there was clear annoyance in his voice. Whether or not that's because he actually believed his point or just disliked rebellious behaviour was unclear.

Tweek stood up from his desk, "I couldn't disagree more"

The teacher walked up to Tweek as if to try and scare him.
The blonde boy looked the pastor dead in the eyes. Tweek was probably a good foot shorter than me, but compared to the pastor he was tiny.

"Just because demons come from hell doesn't mean they're evil, just like people couldn't there be a difference between them?"

"No", the pastor replied sternly, he wanted this conversation to an end. The look of courage and belief in Tweek eyes signalled he wouldn't be giving up his argument any time soon.

I had never thought about demons in that sense, that they could be good or bad, it's possible I guess, though I still believed it was all a bunch of trash.

I didn't know  whether or not Tweek was arguing with the pastor to prove a point or just to show a little rebellion against the system. I was cool with either one.

"Sir, I can't take your word if you don't have an argument to go with it", he said, his voice beaming with confidence, the kind of that I'd never heard come from him before.

"While young man, you must", his voice told that he was feeling more than just annoyance.

"Says who?", Tweek casually replied.

The pastor didn't reply, instead he grabbed a ruler from the chalk board, and walked slowly over to Tweek. I had seen this happen a couple of times before, the teacher was going to hit his hand hard with the ruler, beat out his obedience, a technic I had never understood, In fact I was pretty sure it illegal.

Tweek knew what was going to happen, I knew he did, the look in his eyes told me. Instead of apologizing or even cowering like any sane person would he looked the pastor up and down and growled, HE GROWLED!

"Do your worst", he said. An anxious knot started to form in my stomach, Tweek was digging himself his own grave.

And that exactly what he did. The pastor brought down the ruler with such force that the slap echoed throughout the whole room. The worst part about it all was that the man had brought the ruler down on Tweek's face.

Tweek crumpled to the ground like paper, he however didn't make a single noise, not even a yelp.
In fact he recovered so quickly it was shocking. The classroom that had now grown eerily quiet, and the even the pastor.

He stood up, his eyes weren't watering, and he was smiling like crazy. The only way anyone could tell he had been hit was the huge gash running from his forehead to his lower cheek. Blood was dripping down his face onto his nice clothes. It was crazy how well he masked the pain.
The area around the wound had already turned red, meaning that it could already be infected, which for Tweek was a bad thing. This school has little to no medical aid, and the chances of him being able to leave for help were slim to nothing, the school would let him die before admitting that the way they ran things wasn't okay.

"Do you think this is funny!", the pastor yelled. Tweek didn't answer, instead he nodded , and let out a burst of giggles.

The pastor raised the ruler once again, but this time out of pure instinct I stepped in, "STOP!". I couldn't keep watching this shit. All eyes turned to me, but the only two I noticed were Tweek's. He looked straight into my eyes, his face showed a mix of emotions ranging from confusion, to anger, then appreciation. His gaze made me feel flushed.

The pastor was glaring at me too but something told me he wasn't so happy.

I said the first thing that entered my mind, which happened to be a lie, and not a very good one at that. "Sir I think that you hitting him may have caused a small concussion", the pastor looked at me skeptically. "That would explain the giggling, concussion patients often feel a sort of 'high', sir", that was the biggest load of bull I've told in a really long time, I have no clue what a concussion does, but I'm pretty sure it doesn't do that. Tweek was looking back at me, clearly amused, the pastor however had murder in his eyes. He looked at me, then Tweek, then back at me. The class stayed silent waiting for our teacher's next move.

He let out a long sigh, which made the anticipation ten times worse.
"I supposed you're right youth pastor Craigory,", youth pastor Craigory? I hate that. "Class dismissed".

The classroom didn't waste any time leaving.

The pastor sat back down at the desk and rubbed his temples. "Youth Pastor Craigory?"

"Yes, sir", I said trying to sound polite. Pushing at him any more would end very poorly for me.

"You're in charge of youth pastor Tweek, make sure he stays out of trouble."

Jesus Christ that's just what I need. I felt myself starting to blush.

Thankfully Tweek was already gone, so I didn't need to confront him quite yet.

Then I caught myself wondering how he'd left. I hadn't seen him walk out of the door...