The good the bad and the dirty

1~Craig

Again just like everyday back in detention with Tweek Freak. It's his fault it always is well.....fine it's usually his fault. Ok ok it's OUR fault but I'm not saying that Tweek isn't to blame.
It's also the teachers fault they put us together for every class it's like they want us to disrupt the other students.

Tweek and I have been in a um..... feud yeah that's the right word feud with each other from that time in 3rd grade when he insulted me(that's what I was told ) and from then on we have been fighting, arguing and getting ourselves in trouble.
So we are now in 9th grade, 14 years old, fighting for 6 years.

Currently I am in after school detention, On a Friday might I add, for I don't even know what. All I am concentrated on is kicking Tweek if I can't properly argue with him now this is the next best thing.

We sit next to each other in detention everyday because then we can piss each other off and try to annoy the teacher. We are enemies but when we work together we can be the worst kids in school, which to us is the best.

I notice that Tweek is not kicking back for some reason, he just kicks his legs lazily  without actually trying to get me it's like he's daydreaming or something. "Tweek, Hey tweek." I whisper to him. He doesn't answer

I can't help but wonder what is going through the spazzy blondes head.
Could he be planning something? Thinking of someone? Or is he just tired?. I don't care but at least my brain is slightly occupied over this topic.

That's when he sighs, not like the type when someone is fed up but like the one when someone is happy you know.

He is out of his thoughts and shouts "ohh f-fuckin hell." Out of nowhere.
Mr Mackey glares at him with his deadly teacher stare. "Tweek swearing is bad m'kay go outside and compose yourself."
He huffs and stomps out of the room causing everyone to stare at him.

What the fuck was that all about?

I feel the urge to know I don't know why, maybe a small part of me cares about him? Whatever, I need to find out.

"Hey cock sucker when the fuck do I get to go home and play some Fortnite?"
I ask him as if it's nothing.

You can almost see the blood boiling through his veins.

"Craig you little shit go outside and stay there m'kay!" I pretend to be angry and exit the room only to see tweek sitting with his back against a locker.

He is Twitching and saying things like "too much pressure" and "gah".
He doesn't really do this sort of thing anymore unless he is under stress.
He has his head rested on his knees so he doesn't notice me.

I slowly approach him and perch down beside his slender body. I nudge him lightly and he looks up to see who it is. Our eyes lock for about five seconds my midnight blue on his emerald green ones.

He quickly puts his head back to its former position aka not looking at me.

"The fuck do you want?" Tweek grumbles. I don't know myself hmmm.... 

"um I want to know if your ok" I say in my emotionless tone.

"w-What?..... Wait your parents haven't told you have they?" he questions.

He looks up again now to see my puzzled expression. Tweek has a smug grin and chuckles. "Well your in for quite the surprise" he says his laughter growing stronger.

Tweek gets up and makes his way for the school exit leaving me confused. "Oh and Craig tell Mackey that I don't give a shit about 'composing' myself and to cash me outside how bout that."

He struts our the door slightly swaying his hips I can't help but stare. If this were a high school movie than this would be the scene where the hot girl sashays away making every dude melt.

Jesus I'm so weird. I'm snapped out of this idea by one thing, what did he mean?

What haven't my parents told me?

————————————————————what do you think Craig doesn't know? Any guesses?
I hope the story's alright so far I started writing this ages ago but I needed to make some changes.