Puppy Knuckles [ Cryle ]

The weekend

"Craig." A familiar voice spoke up behind him, the only sound being his uttered name.
He couldn't hear any rustling in the trees, or wind howling in his ears anymore, the air was still except for his heartbeat pounding in his chest.
He turned towards the redhead, hesitant to reply as he stared down at him with his signature cold eyes, but the shorter male didn't flinch or show any obvious reaction.
"What is it?" He meant to say, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of his heartbeat, scrutinizing the freckled boy standing in front of him, dangerously close.
Warm hands lifted up to cup his cold cheeks, he couldn't move anymore, only watch.
"Craig." The voice called out to him again, a bit louder this time as he watched the redhead lean closer, his eyes lowering down to his lips growing alarmingly close to his.

"Craig Tucker!"
The noirette snapped awake at his name being yelled out, shooting up in his seat as he glanced around at the amused stares of his classmates, before looking up at good old Mr. fucking Garrison glaring down at him, suddenly hearing snickers and whispers erupt around the classroom.
"I suggest you don't fall asleep in my class if you don't want detention, this is your last warning Tucker." The old man hissed, before turning away to walk up to the front of the classroom, continuing on with what he assumed was a boring lecture.
He scowled to himself after regaining his proper senses, cursing himself for having such a weird dream in class as he rubbed his tired eyes with his palms.
He turned his head upon feeling a single stare burning into his cheek, noticing Kyle watching him with a noticeably worried gaze, before hesitantly leaning out of his seat a bit towards his desk with his lips parting to speak.
"Sorry, I tried to wake you up before he got to you." He listened to the redhead whisper, his voice sending slight shivers down his spine as he gave him a subtle nod in response.
That explains his voice.
The noirette watched the freckled boy give him a faint smile before shifting back in his seat, turning his head towards the front of the classroom.
He couldn't tell if his cheeks were warm from his face being tucked in his arms while he was sleeping or from... something else, but he decided to brush it off as he turned his attention towards Mr. Garrison standing in front of the room lecturing about something about how students need to get more sleep, which was obviously directed towards him.
He frowned at this, rolling his eyes as he began to lean back in his chair, ignoring any suggestive glances made towards him.
Thankfully, Craig heard the final school bell go off only a few minutes later, watching students shoot up in their seats upon having already gathering their things to head out for the rest of the day.
Yes, it was the weekend, and No, Craig didn't want to do absolutely anything during it except play some video games and talk to Stripe. Nothing would ruin this weekend for him after a stupid and stressful week. He deeply regretted not studying for the endless amount of quizzes he had these past school days, but he couldn't care less now that they were over and done with.
He got up from his desk, brushing past a few of the slower students leaving the classroom to head out into the busy hallways filling with teenagers as desperate to leave as he was. Even if he didn't show it in the slightest, he really wanted to get out of there.
The only up of this weekend was that One, Tricia was leaving for the whole duration to go to stay at Karen's, and Two, his parents were going out on a short trip to relax.
..Which meant this was the perfect advantage for him to smoke weed and stay in his room, mind his business and play some video games. (Like Overwatch, preferably.)
Yeah, this may sound like something some stoned loser would do, but Craig knows he deserves to relax some-fucking-time before he explodes.
He skillfully weaved through the mob of god-awful reeking teenagers in the halls, subtly holding his breath every now and then when coming in range with football players fresh from their practice or those few kids that think deodorant is equivalent to showering.
Craig hated how busy hallways got with every bell, he hates when people touch him and had even got in a couple close fights with a few that have bumped into him in the halls; he still swears they did it on purpose.
He felt his shoulders begin to relax after passing the majority of the hallway cluster, wearing a flat frown on his lips that stuck out from his relaxed expression, which has always been referred to by his mutuals (Aka, Clyde Donovan. ) as Craigs 'bitch face'.
With the front doors in sight, the noirette picked up his pace, he figured that everyone should already be gone by the time-
"Fuck-! I'm so sorry!"
His thoughts were interrupted by someone slamming into his shoulder, quickly regaining his balance but being left in a shock from a hot liquid burning his torso, looking up at where the voice had come from with furrowed brows.
Kyle dropped the already crumpled coffee cup that was held in his hand, his expression masked with panic at the sight of what he assumed was either coffee or hot chocolate on Craig's favourite blue sweater.
The noirette looked past Kyle's shoulder to see Eric Cartman trying not to his shit, the noirette quickly giving him a well earned glare as he raised a hand to flip him off.
So fucking annoying.
Craig was already fed up enough today after; earning a detention for flipping off a teacher, completely failing a math quiz, getting scolded for falling asleep in class, and now? his fucking torso was soaked and burning from whatever was in that damn cup.
He looked back at Kyle with a scowl, before turning his back to head towards the exit doors and moving over to them without a word. Craig wasn't going to let a redhead and some fat fuck ruin his weekend, abso-fucking-lutely not.
Once he put a hand on the door to push it open, he felt a hand suddenly grab the back of his sweater to stop him from doing so. Craig began to feel his face burn with irritation building up inside of him as he stopped in his tracks, slowly lowering his hand from the door in a tense manner. He finally turned his head to glare over his shoulder at Kyle's hand gripping his sweater, then up at the redheads panicked expression. The noirette watched him gawk up at him for a good moment, before speaking up in a venomous tone through clenched teeth.
"What the fuck do you want, Broflovski?"
He stood there with an icy glare kept on the redhead, unaware of Cartman sneaking off in the other direction who was of course, fearful of getting his ass beat by the tall noirette. Every man for himself, right?
"It was Cartmans fault for shoving me, i'm sorry." Kyle finally spoke up, his grip on the noirettes sweater weakening as he softly furrowed his brows.
"If that's all you have to say, I suggest you let me go." Craig scoffed, turning his chin away from him after feeling stares from other students passing by.
"Let me help you first, asshole." He heard the redhead grumble, although he finally felt him let go of his sweater despite his stubborn front. Craig paused for a moment.
"Alright, fine." Craig suddenly responded in a sarcastically cheery manner, turning towards Kyle before unzipping his sweater and letting it drop from his shoulders, before shoving it in the redheads arms.
"You can find out a way to clean that, then." he spoke in a flat tone this time, his eyes narrowing at Kyle who looked down at the sweater, then back up at the noirette with a disappointed frown.
"Fine, I will." The redhead nonetheless remarked as he watched Craig roll his eyes, before turning his back to him and finally walking out the doors with his hands stuffed in his pockets.
Kyle stared in an ill manner at Craig's turned back as he watched him disappear beyond the doors, before scoffing to himself and silently cursing Cartman for getting him in trouble with the noirette. Speaking of which- he turned around to glare back at Cartman, parting his lips to coldly remark but stopping himself once he noticed the fat ass was already long gone.
That bastard!