"This asshole better not be late again." Tweek said to himself as he walked to the student rooms.
He took his time to walk to the room he thought about the delinquent boy and how he might need to take a different approach with Craig. They aren't going to get anywhere with cursing at one another. He desperately wanted this session and all of their sessions to be productive for the sake of his sanity and Craig's grades. Not that he specifically cared about Craig nor his grades, but seeing people with all the tools to succeed, but not succeed never left Tweek with a good taste in his mouth. Yet there doesn't seem to be a good way to go about this anytime Tweek thinks about it. The best he could do is keep an open mind this session and hope for the best.
Tweek finally reached the door and sighed. "It's okay. Maybe him being late again will be a good thing and I'll have some time to myself before the session."
He went to reach for his keys to open the room, but he saw that the door was already unlocked. The keyhole looked like it had been scratched at by some metal contraption, the hole for the key was etched wider and made the current keys in Tweek's bag useless. He furrowed his brows as he gave a small push to the door with the tips of his fingers.
The door swung open with ease to show Craig sitting in Tweek's spot with his arms crossed and feet up on the table. He had a small smile on his face that actually looked quite pleased to see his tutor.
Tweek's mouth gaped opened then closed in confusion. Barely getting out the correct words he wanted to say as he looked between Craig and the unlocked door. "Wh-Wh-H-How d-did you get in here?"
"I picked the lock." Craig said while putting his feet down from the table and reaching into his pocket. "You were taking a while to get here."
Tweek scoffed and waved his arms in the air as his light-hearted approach started to fly out the window. "I'm on time!" He then shut the door as not to draw more attention to the seemingly broken lock before walking in a small circle like a shaken dog. "What is wrong with you? You can't just go picking locks." Tweek then stopped his circles to jiggle the handle of the door that was no longer working to lock and unlock. "This is destruction of property!"
"I'm sorry, Teach. I was just so excited to learn." Craig said sarcastically as he pulled out his golden colored pack of cigarettes. The reaction to his little stunt sitting nicely in the 'Raise Hell' folder in his head.
Tweek caught sight of the pack in his hands and glared. "Oh no. You are not smoking in here." He then walked over to Craig and snatched the single cigarette out of his hand. "Do you respect anything?! If not school then maybe yourself!" He held up the offending item like it was burning him as he questioned. "Do you know the damage these things do to your lungs and heart!" He opened up the window and tossed the unlit stick out from the second story. "I mean could you get any worse?"
"Oh relax. They're Marlboro Gold." Craig pulled another stick from the pack while grabbing his lighter from his bag. "They have less nicotine or something like that."
Tweek grabbed the contraband from Craig again and led it to the same fate as the previous cancer stick. "Um no. They don't. They just market them like there's less, but in reality it's all the same!"
Craig glared up at the blonde that had thrown out, now, two good cigarettes and took out another from his pack. "Either way, I don't care. I'm going to smoke them."
Tweek watched him try to light up his third cigarette and grabbed it, horrified by the insatiable need that Craig seemed to possess to smoke something so disgusting in school of all places. His eyes then fell to the pack sticking out of Craig's pocket and snatched it, holding close to him as Craig stood up to try and retrieve it.
