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The next day I was on the bus heading to school sitting next to Tweek. It was obvious that he was much more comfortable around me than before, which was something that caused me to internally smile. In other words, it made me pretty happy. Though most of the ride was in silence, knowing that he was right there next to me was something that I genuinely enjoyed.

I was still grateful when the guy decided to speak up, though.

"W-why did you need Kenny's number?" Tweek asked.

I didn't even look at him. Rather, I kept my eyes on the window next to me, "Ruby told me what happened. I thought he should know."

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Tweek tense up a little bit. "S-so, uh, what did - what happened?"

"It was Ruby's fault, but she had good intentions. If you really want to know I'll tell you later," I shrugged. Tweek nodded and before long we arrived on school grounds.

It wasn't until lunchtime when everything started to get really annoying. It's not that hard to figure out why, since this guy was the literal definition of the words 'annoying' and 'idiot.' At least, in my dictionary he was. I had just walked into the cafeteria when a certain someone walked up to me.

Can you guess who it is?

"Good day, old buddy old pal!" said none other than Clyde Donovan, slapping me on the back with a tray full of food in hand and a grin plastered to his face. "Like any other animated super villain, I will grace you with my plan."

I looked him dead in the eyes for a moment. They were big, brown, and full of hope. So I turned away and walked off.

"Craig! Be a good victim!" Clyde shouted, hurrying to walk next to me. I flipped him off and he grinned, "So, I'm going to do everything I can to get you and Tweek to admit that you two like each other. First, though, you two have to admit that you're gay! So I brought some magazines with male models on every page," he said, reaching for his back pocket. He took out a rolled up, not so cared for magazine with half naked men on the front and back.

"Clyde," I growled.

"Craig," he grinned.

"Hey guys," greeted Token. He was sitting at an empty table and we nearly walked by without even seeing him.

"Token! Look!" Clyde threw the magazine at the man.

Token swiftly caught it stared down at the cover. He furrowed his eyebrows, "Dude, what the fuck is this?" He looked up and squinted his eyes, "Are you trying to tell me something?"

Clyde sighed in an overly dramatic fashion as we sat across from Token, "No, dummy! I'm trying to tell Tweek and Craig something!" Token groaned and slammed the magazine on the table, leaning back a bit. "What?!"

"Craig, you're straight aren't you?" Token asked.

"Yeah," I responded, not even giving it a second thought. There's no possible way I could like anything other than girls, right?

Token nodded and turned to Clyde, "Even if Tweek wasn't straight, which he is, it wouldn't work out. Craig isn't gay, bisexual, pansexual, or any other sexual orientation other than hetero."

"Pansexual?" Clyde snorted, "What the hell is that?"

"Idiot," Token and I said in unison.

"Wait, wait, I think I got it. It's where you, like, have sex with kitchenware, right? Hah! Get it? Cuz pan," Clyde laughed hysterically at his own joke.

That was when Tweek walked up, thermos full to the brim with steaming hot fresh coffee, "H-hey - erk! - guys!" Clyde snapped out of it completely when Tweek's voice filled his ears and he quickly grabbed the magazine and flung it at Tweek.

"Yo, Tweekster! Take a look," Clyde winked.

"ACK! Oh jesus!" exclaimed Tweek, fumbling to grab at the magazine before it fell to the floor. He was having a hard time keeping both his coffee and the trash that Clyde tossed him in his hands. He rounded the table and sat next to Token, across from me. His eyes darted nervously from Clyde, to Token, then back at me before he finally got a good look at the cover. It took him a moment, but his eyes widened and his face turned a deep shade of red, "GAH! OH MY GOD, WHAT THE- D-D-DUDE!" He fell off the back of the table trying to get away from the magazine, "TH-THIS IS WAY TOO MUCH PRESSURE!"

"I knew it!" Clyde screamed, standing up at the table and pointing at Tweek's fallen figure, "You ARE gay!" Of course, by now the entire cafeteria was staring and once Clyde finished talking the room was filled with murmuring.

Things like, "How many fags are at this school?" "I'm not really surprised." "He's always been weird, anyway." and finally, "Fucking faggots, what the hell? I'm sick of 'em."

"NO!" was Tweek's immediate response. He stood up and grabbed the thermos that had fallen from his hands. He opened his mouth to say something when he realized that everyone's eyes were on him. Then he stared at me and I swore he was tearing up, "UGH! This is WAY too much pressure! Oh God!" he grabbed his hair and turned around, running out of the cafeteria.

Now everyone was talking loudly about the events, though there were the few people who had completely moved on as if it had never happened in the first place.

"Clyde!" Token said, narrowing his eyes.

I stood up, flipped Clyde off with both of my fingers, and walked right out of the cafeteria. I had to find Tweek.

I can't believe that happened. Holy shit, that happened! Oh. My. God. That happened. I hadn't reacted the way I did to the thing because I was sexually aroused, I did it because it shocked me! Why does no one understand things like that?! Everything shocks me, get it? Got it? Nope. Oh MY GOD. That. HAPPENED. Why was everything happening at the same time? Is there some holy spirit out there that just despises me?

The only thing that I could really do was to run out of pure instinct. I ran out of that room full of judging voices, cold stares, and hating personalities. I ran down the halls, passed the people walking, through the doors of the school and all the way to the back of the building. No one should be there, right?

Well, wrong.

Just as I rounded the corner, I ran straight into a hard surface and staggered backward. I took this moment of surprise to catch my breath.

"What the - oh. Watch where you're going next time," said a voice, heavily coated with a terrifying yet somehow comforting French accent. When I looked up, I hadn't even recognized this person. With his brown hair, tanned skin and military-like attire, I was completely and utterly at a loss for words. It looked like he recognized me, though. Which was a terrifying thought. He must have dropped the previous cigarette due to unanticipated impact with me, so he stepped on the lit stick and took out another.

"GAH! I-I'M SORRY!" I said, rushing passed him. By this point I was just going wherever my feet would carry me.

I looked everywhere for him. In all the bathrooms, classrooms, janitor's closets - not one place in this building had gone unsearched by me. So I finally decided to go outside and see if he had gone out there to hide. I first decided to circle the entire exterior of the building.

"If you're looking for your twitchy friend," came a familiar voice, "he went that way."

I turned around and saw Christophe nodding in the direction that Tweek had supposedly run off to. He held out a cigarette for me, but I shook my head, "Thanks," I mumbled.

I was ready to run off in that general area when his voice stopped me yet again, "You never told him, did you?"

"What?" I turned around.

"The last time we talked, I gave you advice. You didn't do it," he stated.

"I don't have time for this," I rolled my eyes and turned away, though not before flipping him off. "Get out of my business, mole."

Then I ran as fast as my legs would carry me. He wouldn't do anything stupid, right? It's not like he's actually a flaming in-the-closet homo. It's all just some stupid misunderstanding. Really, he was overreacting.

Was I overreacting as well, for going after him so frantically?

I ended up near Stark's Pond. Why did I go here? What was the point? I frowned, and walked to the very bench that Craig and I had been seated at before. I was panting, out of breath, and having a silent nervous break down. Why was Clyde to fixed on making me confess my sexuality? How did he even find out I wasn't entirely straight, again? To make things worse, I had dropped my thermos while running and didn't get a chance to pick it up, so I was without coffee to sooth my nerves.

"T-too much pr-pressure," I whispered, burying my face into my hands, "Too much pressure!" I twitched.

"Tweek?" I froze. I knew that voice all too well. All too freaking well. "Tweek," There it was again. My mind had to be playing tricks on me. Still, I refused to look up from my hands. "Hey, dude, it's okay," said the man, sitting down next to me. I looked up, my eyes meeting the eyes of Craig Tucker. Silence, and then, "Are you crying?"

"Erk! Wh-why would I-I be-be-be cr-crying?" I asked, feeling the warm tears slowly fall down my cheeks. Why was I crying?

"You tell me," he sighed and leaned back on the bench. "I know you're not gay, it's fine."

I stared at him. I don't think I can hold all these emotions in for much longer. With the way his hair fell over his eyes to the way he subconsciously flipped everyone and everything off.. I couldn't do it. I just couldn't do it.

"I..." I took a deep breath. My body was vibrating - trembling, twitching, shaking - but I stared directly at him, "I-I'm not gay. But I.. I'm.." he turned to me, giving me his full attention. Was I really going to do this? I looked away and stayed silent. Something that seemed to annoy him a bit.

"What, Tweek," he stated more than asked.

"I'm in.. I-I.." Oh my god what the hell was I doing? "I'm in love with you."