Supalonely .:Staig:.

Confession

To be told that your partner for History class was Craig Tucker was unnerving and unbelievable. Craig Tucker was a lazy fuck according to anyone that worked with him for a school project. The project was an oral presentation over a country of their choice to discuss how it came to be, so we decided on Peru.

I gathered my belongings from my locker with an exasperated sigh as my eyes cast a glance to the pictures hanging on the door. Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman with me during our years in South Park High, Sparky, and my favorite bands. I slammed it shut as I slid my black backpack across my shoulder, my car keys in my right hand. Craig had texted me during lunch to say he'd just meet me at my place to cause him less embarrassment. He said I was just annoying to even look at, might I add.

I don't know why the hell he even said that. I'm not popular but I'm not a freak like the goth kids, so I guess I'm just easy to make fun of.

Whatever.

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Once home, I fixed my bedroom up a bit to remove any trash, hangers, and dirty clothes. I adjusted the trophies on my shelves as a knock came to the bedroom door, along with the sound of my mom's voice, "Stanley, your friend Craig is here!"

I rolled my baby blue eyes just hearing he had arrived. Greaaaaaat.

I opened my bedroom door, walked down the hallway and stairs to see Craig standing there with his cross backpack and smirk. He glanced up at me with his dark blue eyes while that smirk still played on his face like he was hiding something.

"Marsh," Craig said, his voice playing around with my last name as if he was unsure how to greet me.

"Come on, Tucker, we can work on our board upstairs. I picked up the supplies so we have a poster, markers, pictures, and stickers," I told him. I was ready for this project to be over. For fuck sake.

After thirty minutes, Craig was beginning to irritate me even more as I was going over material and articles. He was too busy on his phone, texting Clyde, Token, and Tweek, no doubt. He was laying on my bed, an arm behind his head, and his phone in the other hand.

I got up from my gaming chair, hands on my hips with a raised brow. "If this is a fucking group project it would really help if you'd get off your ass and help me, Tucker," I said angrily.

I saw his eyes shift from his phone to me then they rolled instantly as he sat up. He stood up, reminding me that I was a mere few inches shorter than him. His cologne filled my nostrils unwelcomed, yet, it was a comforting smell that made my body want to relax. The way he played with his lip piercings absentmindedly was a major turn on but I couldn't think about this irritating asshole like that.

He pushed a black painted fingernail on my nose then flipped me off. "I don't give a fuck. Nor do I want to fucking help. I was forced to be your work partner so I'm not going to willingly help," he replied venomously.

I gathered all the courage in my body, after all, I was more muscular compared to his leaner body. "Tucker, if you do not help, I'm turning it in half-assed. I know you need to pass this class or you're done. I overheard, Mr. Parker," I said trying to bite back my smile. Craig knew I was right. If Craig Tucker didn't pass this history class, he wasn't graduating.

I watched his eyes flicker as he realized that I knew what was going on. Mr. Parker placed Craig with me because he knew that I would make sure Craig passed with an A. His lower lip curled in anger as he raised his hands ready to strangle me, however, he just shoved me to the side.

"Alright, let's get started," he replied trying to cool off. "Let's make some rules though. Number one: don't tell anyone else about me not graduating if I don't pass this class. Number two: I just design the board and find pictures while you work on the research. Number three, the final rule: We are not friends so don't get any weird ideas with me hanging out at your place. Got it?"

"You got it, Tucker," I agreed. Finally we were getting somewhere.

Midway through my research on the computer, Craig came up behind me and put a hand on my head. "I'm starving so is it cool if we order a pizza or some shit like that? I'll pay."

I turned to look at him after pushing his hand off my head. "Yeah that's fine. I just have one request: my side needs to be veggies and no olives. I like cola."

"Okay, so extra olives, Marsh? Sounds good," Craig said, winking at me.

What the hell was going on?

I watched as he exited my bedroom with his phone pressed to his ear while the smell of his cologne lingered in my bedroom.

I'm dead.

I buried my face into my pillow and let out a tiny scream then returned my relaxed composure. I'll be fine. I know I will be.

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By the time we finished eating pizza and deciding on what we were going to place on the board, it was going on eleven. I walked with Craig downstairs being as quiet as we could since my entire household was in bed at this point. When I walked out the front door, shutting it, I watched Craig pull out a cigarette. Immediately, I reached for it with a frown on my face.

"What the hell are you doing, Marsh?"

"You're not going to smoke on my front porch or in my car," I said bitterly.

"How did you know I didn't drive?" he questioned me.

"You didn't drive to school. You never do. Especially since your parents grounded you from driving after you flunked history last semester," I replied. "I'm not stupid, Tucker."

"Never said you were, Marsh," he said cooly. "Lead the way."

We piled into my dark blue car and drove off onto the quiet roads of South Park while music played; my phone connected to my car immediately. What Ifs by Kane Brown played from my Country playlist as I turned to the right. Life was really being unfair, I thought. The smell of Craig was filling my car again like a sore in my side to just remind me about how bi I was. I hadn't ever dated a guy despite my crushes on Kyle, Gary, and Pete, I hadn't ever pursued it. I was terrified to try to kiss anyone of the same sex.

I pulled up to Craig's house and parked. "Alright...I'll see you tomorrow."

It took him a moment to respond, as if Craig.exe had crashed. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, Marsh."

As he crawled out of the front seat, my mouth betrayed me, "Thanks for the pizza! If you want, I can pick you up in the morning?"

I watched his body tense up but it relaxed right away as he turned to look at me, the dome lights of my car lit up his face. "Alright. I guess if I'm going to hell I might as well just accept the offer for a ride. See you at seven am, Marsh." He shut the door and disappeared inside the humble abode of the Tucker's.

If it wasn't so late at night, I would have slammed my fucking face into the car horn for all to hear how stupid I sounded. Why the hell did I even offer to pick him up?! I was so stupid.

So.

Stupid.

Fuck me.