We Are Damaged /A Creek fanfic/

XIV - Busted

Craig thinks I'm stupid.

And he also thinks that I'm blind.

And he thinks that I didn't see Stan next to him when they came back.

And he doesn't think that I saw the make-up smudge on Token's hand.

What the hell? I just... I don't know how I should feel. We are not dating, yeah, but he- he made me pretty damn depressed and angry. The thing is, he lied. He wasn't supposed to lie.

I mean, would I tell him if I had done something like that? But I wouldn't do something like that... ugh. I don't know.

"Mr. Tweak?" The teacher called out to me.

"Ah! Yes?" I said in a shaky tone, he completely caught me off-guard.

"I've noticed you don't find the lesson that thrilling. Would you like to make it more interesting by switching places with me?" The teacher said in a rather angry tone.

"I- um.. sure?" I said without realizing that I wasn't supposed to say yes.

The class turned towards me with wide eyes. The teacher didn't say anything just covered his face in disappointment.

"Th-then um... no, sir and I'm sorry?" I said with some stutters. I sunk in my chair.

"That's more like it." The teach sighed.

I felt mortified. I'm such an idiot! Why would anyone say yes?? I sighed deeply and went back to taking notes. I knew most of the stuff but I didn't put my hand up. Not like the teacher would have wanted to call me and extra attention sounded horrible.

The lesson ended. I didn't really know what to do. I just kept sitting at my table, waiting for someone to approach me.

"What's up?" Jimmy came over. He pulled a seat next to me and I helped him sit down properly.

"It's... nothing." I smiled at him.

"You're not like this, man. Y-You must have something o-on your shoulders. The same way I have crutches but you can walk pr-properly."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled. "It's nothing you should be worried about, I swear! It's... just a bad... day." I trailed off when I saw Craig speaking with Clyde. I starting staring at them but Jimmy brought me back.

"Are you suure?" He emphasized his question.

I couldn't say anything. I felt like death. Like a zombie-thing. I just wanted to beat the hell out of myself but that was literally impossible. I almost started crying in front of Jimmy so I excused myself to the restroom.

I quickly dashed out of the classroom. Pushing people and saying 'sorry' again and again. I wanted to be fast. I was about to burst into tears and I didn't want to do it in front of everyone.

I barely made it to the cubicles. I went to the last one and locked it behind myself. I put the seat and top down and used some toilet paper to wipe it before throwing it into the toilet.

I curled into a ball and put my head on my knees. I started sniffling.

Why am I so... upset? I mean, it's pretty obvious. But... it's his business...

No, it became my business a long time ago. I thought we were close. We made it clear that we had feelings for each other.

Did I mess up when I didn't kiss him back?

No no no, that would be... impossible. I told him to... wait?

Maybe he got over me? Maybe he doesn't care anymore and this is his way of telling it.

So he fucked Stan.

I laughed in pain. I ran my hand through my hair and kept on sobbing quietly. I've never really been loud when it came to crying. I wouldn't want people to come in, now would I?

So it's basically my fault, right? But then why would he cover it? Why would he make it literally invisible in front of me if he wanted to get rid of me?

Does he want to play me?

I sniffed hard. I didn't understand him. Hah, understand him. Very humorous.

I need an explanation. I... need him but now that he hates me -even though he promised not to hate me- I can't do anything. I can't just go up to him... I am physically unable to do that without breaking down.

But what if he didn't have hickeys? What if he's just sick and got ugly marks 'cause of the sickness? But wouldn't that be contagious? Would I be safe near him? Why would he come to school if he was sick?

He always ditched school even when he got the tiniest of coughs. I don't know how, he said that his parents don't really care so they let him, but that's so... sad.

I shouldn't feel sorry for him. This is not worth crying for but I can't see him right now.

I blew my nose into my tissue, and I tossed it into the toilet then flushed it. I walked to the sink and washed my hands. I looked in the mirror.

My eyes were so red. It was obvious why. Anyone would instantly see that I cried at school. It's not my first time like this, but I wouldn't want to have more.

I rinsed my face in cold water. After waiting about five minutes, my face got a tiny bit better. I washed it again and waited another minute. Luckily, no one came in.

I barely made it to the classroom. The bell rang right the moment I walked in. The teacher was late so I 'calmly' strolled to my desk. And by calmly, I mean that I was panicking but I tried to look normal.

I packed my stuff in my bag and put my coat on.

"What are you doing?" Craig spoke.

Delightful. A conversation. With Craig.

"Leaving." I replied coldly.

"But... we still have lessons?" He said worriedly.

I shrugged. "Didn't realize."

When I saw that he didn't really manage to get my sarcasm, I spoke again:

"I know. I'm not feeling well. I feel sick." I didn't lie, I did feel sick. Not 'ill' sick, rather 'disgusted and betrayed' sick.

"Oh, okay. Tell me if you're feeling better, I'll try to text you." He sighed. He looked genuinely worried. It made me confused but I decided not to push it. He still did it. And I need time alone.

"Will do." I answered.

With that, I walked out and went to the nurse's office. A hall monitor stopped me but I faked feeling nauseous and I told her that I was about to puke into her hair if she didn't let me through. Improvising is fun sometimes.

The nurse gave me a note quite easily. I would say I'd make a great actor but I'm not sure.

All I know is, that I don't want to talk to anyone.