We aren't friends, we're enemies.. [Craig x Tweek] (discontinued)

Chapter 3: fuck you..

[self-harm warning, if this is a sensitive topic, do not read this chapter]
Third person
Tweek was just sitting quietly in between Kenny and Stan, poking his food "Tweek you really should eat something, your looking a little pale" Kyle says, obviously concerned "I-I'm fine, Kyle, I'm just ngh n-not feeling to g-great" he mumbled, avoiding all eye contact, he stood up and started walking to the bathroom to let off some steam 'Jesus Christ, why did I agree to sit with them!? This is such a bad idea' he thought, silently washing his face..
BAM!
Tweek jumped back at the sound of bathroom door opening, revealing Craig Tucker himself.
'Well shit I'm so fucking screwed'
"Well,well,well look what we have here, the spazzy freak himself" Craig announced as if he was a famous celebrity on a stage "leave me alone, Craig I'm not in the mood.." Tweek mumbled, placing his bag on the ground "what wrong, fag? Afraid to get your ass kicked?" Tweek started fumbling through his bag looking for something "what's wrong? Dude got your tongue?" Craig mocked, when Tweek looked up at Craig and stood up, Tweek had a small knife in his hand "woah! Dude what the fuck is wrong with you!?" Craig shouted, Tweek slowly moved towards Craig, moving the blade of the knife against his neck "you know what Craig? I am so sick and tired of your bullshit!" Tweek shouted in Craig's face, he moved the blade from Craig's neck to his own wrist "do you know how much I want to fucking die.." he sobbed, he moved back against the wall, sliding down the wall to the floor, staring at the knife in his hand. He rolled up his sleeves and started pressing the knife into his pale skin, blood slowly starting to pour out of the freshly open wound, he just kept mumbling 'look what you've done' and 'you fucked me up..' Tweek slowly grabbed his bag, placing the knife in, zipping up his bag, rolling down his sleeves, standing up and walking out.. no words, no sounds just silence that Craig thought felt like he was being crushed.
Later~
Tweek's P.O.V
I. AM. SO. FUCKED!
CRAIG FUCKING TUCKER KNOWS I HAVE A WEAPON AT SCHOOL, I-IM GONNA GET SUSPENDED IF HE TELLS ANYONE, OH FUCKFUCKFUCFUKFUK- I feel a piece of paper hit the back of my head 'it's probably Craig being an ass like usual..' after two. Fucking. Minutes of paper being thrown at my head I decided to look at whatever was so important 'I still hate you but are you okay?' Ugh, he really thinks I'm okay? 'Why do you care?' I wrote down on the paper and threw it back, then the paper got thrown back at my head 'because I caused you to bring a fucking knife to school' 'whatever, Craig it's not your business' then I threw it back and nothing came back so I put my headphones on to drown all the assholes out..