Dumb Twitch -CREEK

Chapter 2

Still Tweek

I woke up to the sound of my alarm and looked at the clock. 6:50?! I HAVE TEN MINUTES TO BE OUT THE DOOR!!! 

I quickly put on black, ripped jeans and an oversized green hoodie, then ran down the stairs. I grabbed my coffee, then ran out the door and started walking to school. I had showered yesterday, and my hair was back to its straw-like yellow color. And, since I only straighten it for concerts, it was sticking up all over the place.

I checked the time on my phone. It was 6:55 and I live about 15 minutes from the school.... early again....

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((This is the happy time skip demon. When you see them, say 'Hello, Alex!'  And don't forget to smile!))

I sat at my table at lunch. Well, our table. As in me, the goths, and Firkle's boyfriend, Ike Broflovski. I was talking to Henrietta as the two couples flirted. (Yeah, Pete and Mike are dating. Get over it! I'm gay too, and Henrietta's pan!) I took a bite out of the apple I was eating before sipping my coffee.

"So then, she just up and slaps me, sayin shit about how just because I don't wear color, doesn't mean no one else does, and how even my sexuality was black and white. Guess what I done?" Henrietta exclaimed, sassily.

"Ooo, What?" I was on the edge of my seat, twitching every few seconds and letting out a yelp every other twitch.

"I put one hand on my hip, said 'I'M PANSEXUAL, BITCH!' And flipped her off."

We were talking about how Bebe had gotten light blue paint on her shirt, and how she had straight up splattered black paint on the bitch's red crop top and gray skirt.

"D-did she -GAH- flip?!"

"You better believe it, bitch!" We were both laughing our asses off, something we actually do pretty often, despite what you may think.

I finished off my apple as the bell rang and walked off to class.

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It was my last class of the day, music.

That's when it all went to shit.

That's when we had a partner project.

"Ok, ya little shits," the teacher, Mrs. Chokesondik started, "this week, we're doing a partner project!" Kids started looking at their friend, excitedly. "I will be choosing your partner, and the song. Since last week was Disney, and it was such a close second, this week the genre is love!" Cheers and groans rang throughout the room. "I'm using the sticks to pick. Everyone write down a duet."

I quickly wrote down Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman, and put it in the basket that was being passed around.

She started picking sticks and I tuned her out until I heard my name. "Tweek Tweak annnnd.... Craig Tucker!"

Dammit.

Craig went up to pick a song and we got Little Do You Know by Alex & Sierra.

Fitting.

We were the last two of the class to be picked, therefore we would be the last two singing.

I hope he doesn't want to come over tonight, I have rehearsal...

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I was at my locker, and had just finished putting my stuff away, just about to grab my sketchbook, when it slammed shut.

Before me stood Clyde, evil smirk on his face. "Hey Spaz, look at what I got!" He showed me his phone case that I had signed last night and I pretended to act shocked.

"Wow, you -GAH- met Dumb T-Twitch?" I faked jealousy.

"I even got a picture with him!" He was so proud, and of meeting someone whom he didn't even know the real name of! "Anyway, I have to go—" he punched me in the stomach, hard "—BYE SPAZ!"

I coughed, the air gone from my lungs, and tried to regain my breathing pace and keep my anxious twitches at bay.

Just as I had calmed down, Craig walked up to me. I could see my signature on his jacket, but I didn't mention it.

"Hey, Sir Freaks A Lot, I'm going to your house today. We only have a week to prepare, and I'm not getting a bad grade because you can't sing," he said monotonously, forcing me to wonder if he even had a soul.

"-GAH- I c-can't today, Wednesday, Friday, or -ACK- Sunday," I managed out nervously.

"And why's that?!"

"I n-need to help Firkle with s-something-UGH- really important!"

"Oh, that kid in Dumb Twitch's band? I might as well tag along, see what you could possibly be good for."

At this I paled. Shit.