17 Crimes [discontinued **read desc]

Only Bring Your Pretty Frightful Gifts to Me

Being roughly thrown onto his back and pinned down was a new experience Kenny hadn't thought the night would've ended. Yet here he was, in his dark shared room, being pinned down. He was rather dazed due to his back being in quite a bit of pain, so it took him a while to adjust. Once he did, he wished he hadn't. Craig was on top of him, sending daggers into his eyes with only a look. If looks could kill, Kenny'd be dead a hundred times over.
"Hey, buddy.. long time no see?" He tried to choose his words carefully, but his sarcasm was something on its own. He was met with silence before Craig spoke deeply.
"Why were you with fatass?" Kenny didn't know how to respond. The words came out so piercingly harsh, it almost scared him. Almost.
"..because he's my friend?" At this, Kenny sighed heavily and shoved Craig off of him, struggling all the while.
"Look, I don't know what your deal is, or what you've been drinking or smoking, but believe it or not? I have other friends besides you." He spat. His words were sharp, careful not to stumble over them and look like a fool. He was tired and not in the mood to fight honestly, but he couldn't help himself.
Craig shot him a look of mock disbelief, and, quite characteristically, flipped him off. Kenny laughed at him, which only upset Craig further. Did Kenny care? Not at the moment, no. He'd feel bad later, since he had a bad habit of blaming himself a lot, but he'd learn this wasn't his fault in the slightest, but Craig's. Catching his breath from that laughing fit, he responded.
"Ah, typical Craig," Crawling into his bed as he spoke "Always dealing with your petty problems by the flip of a special finger. I like your consistency."
Craig was silent now, only watching Kenny. It made Kenny feel on edge slightly, but he flipped him off and turned to sleep.
The next morning, Kenny felt strange. Like something was off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He shrugged it off to Craig acting weird last night that put him on that ever so slight edge, but he couldn't help but feel it was something else. After changing and putting on a simple monochrome outfit, who's fashion style changed due to some small convincing from a particular tall goth, he grabbed his bag and headed towards class. Craig wasn't there when he woke up, so he assumed he'd woken up early to go meet up with Clyde and them. Typical Craig, never making new friends for his "edgy-antisocial-angst-teen" aesthetic. Named ever so uniquely by Kenny himself and Eric.
Classes were pretty easy for Kenny, except for math. No one likes math. He was never particularly good at the fractions but figured he'd make up the points during the tests. After that was cooking, to which he'd made something for Eric. Once his cooking class ended, he waited in front of Eric's class so they could head to lunch together. He'd never really appreciated Eric's friendship, so he wanted to make it up to him, hence why he made something for him. It wasn't the greatest looking mini cake, but it was something. He wrapped it in an equally small pink gift box with a nice black bow tying it all together. He was better at arts and crafts anyways..
"Hey Ken-bud." Eric slapped a hand on his shoulder. It made him jump a bit, even cursing at Eric for scaring him. Eric laughed at how jumpy he was, then noticed the box he was holding.
"What'ya got there?" It peaked Eric's interest, to which his mind responded a million different ways.
"It's for you actually" Kenny noticed Eric's look of surprise, who was about to speak before Kenny interrupted his thought.
"Before you say anything, I know you don't like gifts, but I made it for you to show I appreciate your friendship. I never once expected to become friends with you all the way back then, but I'm glad we did." He thrust the box at Eric, who accepted it without hesitation.
A blush had formed on Kenny's face. He'd never made any of his friends gifts, but here he was. Giving a poorly made mini cake to his best friend, in a pretty pink box. Eric was silent for a bit as they made their way to the cafeteria, but spoke up finally.
"Thanks Kenny. I really do appreciate this. I know gifts aren't really your thing either, so it was nice of you to do this." He turned to smile at Kenny, then continued to face forward. Kenny made a quick nod in his direction, to which Eric ruffled his hair with his left hand while the other held the box.
Once at their table, Stan and the others noticed the box Eric was holding, to which they asked who it was from, what's in it, etc etc.. Eric responded saying it was Kenny who made it for him and had no idea what was in it. He opened the box to see a chocolate cake, dusted in powdered sugar. Eric grabbed the mini black fork inside and took a bite, and to a bit of a happy surprise, he noticed it was actually a dark chocolate lava cake.
"Dark chocolate huh? Didn't know you liked that" Eric teased. Kenny shrugged, still blushing but it had gone down enough for the others to notice.
"I had already mixed the dark chocolate into it before deciding to give it to you. Sorry if you don't like it." He drifted off at the end, but Eric waved him off.
"I like dark chocolate. It's really good" Kenny perked up at this and smiled softly.
He realized he hadn't seen Craig yet, so he decided to scope out the cafeteria. Unshockingly, he wasn't there. Probably out smoking or getting in trouble with Clyde or whatever. Kenny didn't particularly care, but it still unnerved him.
Kenny finished the rest of the day rather sluggishly. He didn't sleep too well the other night, basically feeling Craig's eyes on him as he slept. Even in sleep, Craig found a way to torment him. He started doodling on his notes, unknowingly drawing Craig. Then the bell rang, bringing himself back to reality. He flipped his notebook closed and threw it into his bag, getting up and heading out.
As he was on his way back to his room, he felt uneasy again, like someone was watching him. Truth be told, Kenny became paranoid after his constant deaths slowed down, so these feelings only worsened that paranoia. Walking faster, he was so close, yet almost as a repeat of last night, a hand slammed over his mouth and forced him backwards into a hallway closet. Panic spread through him as the other hand traveled up and down his torso, breathing down his neck. He struggled, but the hand not on his mouth gripped tightly around his neck as an untold warning to not struggle or scream for that matter. He obeyed, to which the hand made its way down to his hips, caressing them weirdly gently. He didn't like how gentle they were being after literally choking him, but stayed silent, only furrowing his brows to show confusion. He spaced out for a moment and squeezed his eyes shut, a coping mechanism he'd use in uncomfortable situations, that he didn't feel the hand reach into his jacket pocket and steal his key. Afterwards, the assailant kissed his neck, he could feel the grin, and shoved him out of the closet, making him fall on his hands and knees before the closet was shut yet again. Dazed and confused, Kenny heard thudding down the hallway and realized his.. attacker?.. was running away. Tripping on his own two feet, Kenny ran after him, forgetting his bag in front of the closet. He turned the corner only to his disappointment, realize they're gone. His eyes widened before checking all of his pockets to realize his key, of all things, was gone. Groaning, Kenny sulked back to his bag and towards his room once again. Luckily the door was unlocked, but noticed Craig was still gone. Of course, mister troublemaker never locks the fucking door. This is like the tenth time already..
Throwing his bag in the corner of the end of his bed, Kenny flopped onto it, just glad the day was over after such a weird experience. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling for a solid ten minutes before Craig walked in. Craig raised an eyebrow at him, but shook his head and said nothing. A few more minutes of silence passed before Craig asked him,
"Was there homework in math?"
"Yeah. You need it?" Kenny asked sarcastically.
"Obviously.. can I copy the questions?" Kenny sat up and noticed Craig glaring at him again. He replied smugly.
"No" The grin was wiped off his face when Craig huffed and got up, walked towards him, making Kenny's heart drop, before realizing Craig snatched his bag and fished for the homework inside.
"Dude, really? I was gonna give it to you, but nooo.." Craig rolled his eyes at this and found the homework in Kenny's folder.
"I'll put it back, just gonna copy the," Craig paused for a moment, "Did you already finish it?"
"Yes, but don't copy it. Prove your a smart little boy and do it yourself. I'll give you a gold star if you do." Kenny used a mocking voice people usually make towards children and dogs, making Craig flip him off. Kenny laughed before finishing off with,
"Just put it back when you're done so I don't have to beg you in the morning." Craig paused again at this, before continuing to write down the problems. He then proceeded to shove it back into Kenny's bag and throw it on the floor. Kenny sighed at him, but didn't say anything.
"So I heard you made fatass a gift." Craig sounded weird, but he didn't question it, still on edge from his behavior last night and earlier's incident.
"Yeah, it was a small cake I made in cooking class that I decided to give him." Kenny was silent, before asking, "Do you want one too?"
"No." An answer he was familiar with, but never said so abruptly. Craig's behavior hadn't changed, so he left it at that, not wanting to have two incidents in one day.
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To which gifts are given, and strange things continue to happen..