Tutor

Clyde/Craig

A/N: Okay, this is my first SP fic. Hopefully, it'll turn out decent.. Review please, I need opinions on this!

IMPORTANT NOTE: The boys are 15-ish in this. Just to let you know.

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PROLOGUE:

written in third person. All later chapters will be in Clyde's or Craig's POV.

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7:00 A.M.

A quiet morning is interrupted by the buzz of an alarm clock. A brown haired teenager rolls out of bed and grunts. He slams a fist onto the nightstand beside him, missing the clock. The nightstand rocks uneasily and falls against the cold, wood floor.

"Damn it.." the teen mumbles, rolling over again, burying his face into the pillow. The bedroom door opens.

"Clyde, wake up or you'll miss the bus!" A tall woman says, stepping into the room. "God, this place is a mess. When you get home from school, I expect it clean."

"I don't give a fuck if I miss the bus.." Clyde sighs into the pillow.

"Excuse me?" His mother says primly, drumming her fingers on a dresser beside her.

"I'm sick." He responds, not moving from the pillow.

"Well, I'll take your temperature, then."

"God dammit.." Clyde rolls out of bed, stomping to his closet. He turns around and glares at his mother.

"I think I can get dressed by myself." He scowls, folding his arms. The woman shrugs and begins to step out the door. "I'm going to work. I'll probably have to stay overtime. Hopefully by now you can make dinner for yourself." She walked out of the room. Clyde stood there, slightly dazed. Then a door opened and shut, and a car started in the distance.

He grabbed a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and boxers, then stomped into the bathroom and undressed. He observed himself in the mirror on the door, sighing.

He saw an overweight, pissed off teenager staring back at him. He hated his build; 5'4"and who knows how many pounds. Ever since Eric Cartman lost weight, he became the school fatass. He pulled on his baggy jeans and a white t-shirt. He turned to the mirror again; then, not approving of the way he was clothed, walked back to his closet. He pulled a XXL sweatshirt over his head, then walked back to the bathroom.

Clyde stood in front of the mirror yet again, finally somewhat satisfied with his appearance. He picked up a comb and tried to manage his hair, which badly needed to be cut. His bangs now draped over his eyes. His mother constantly said she should make an appointment at a hairdresser; though work had her schedule tied up. Her husband also was very busy, working a full-time job as well.

Clyde heard a engine roaring from outside. He found a pair of clean socks and slipped them on, then his worn-out Nikes. His backpack was by the door; he picked it up as well, running outside. He was oblivious to the fact that a paper fell out of an unzippered pocket on the front of it; last night's math homework.

Not that he did it, anyway.

He walked out the door nonchalantly; thinking of the day ahead of him. He was shaken from his thoughts when the bus driver yelled.

"HURRY UP KID!" She wasn't Mrs. Crabtree. She was Ms. Saggitits, and to everyone who rode bus 14 to and from school, she was ten times worse.

Clyde rolled his eyes and walked a little faster, soon making his way up the steps.

"Fat stupid whore.." He mumbled, walking towards a seat.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"

"I said, I just got in the fucking door." He snorted and walked down the thin aisle.

"Hey, lardass." Craig says, looking up from his cell phone only long enough to flip him off.

Clyde grunted and sat a seat in front of Craig and beside a frail blonde boy.

"Hi, Clyde. Awfully nice day, isn't it?" The boy said, gesturing out the window.

"Sure, Butters." He said, then fumbled through his backpack. "Shit, forgot my homework. can I copy yours?"

"Well, that wouldn't be right.. You wouldn't learn anything, and.. My parents wouldn't want me to do something like that. I can help you, though--" he began.

"You're a pussy." Clyde threw his backpack to the floor.

"O-oh. S-sorry, Clyde." Butters replied, twiddling his thumbs. A slightly nasally voice laughed behind them.

"You guys are such fags,"

Clyde turned around quickly and scowled. "Shut your god damned mouth," he scoffed, holding up a fist.

"Make me." Craig grinned, tilting his head childishly. Some of his raven hair poked out from his hat that he still wore, every day. Clyde started to get up from the bus seat, shaking a fat fist. The moment he stood up, the bus came to a sudden stop. Clyde lost his footing, falling into the back of the seat in front of him. A blonde girl squealed.

"EW! Get off me, you fat peice of--" she began, but then Ms. Saggitits yelled over the voices and laughter:

"EVERYONE OFF THE BUS!"

But the laughing continued, even as teenagers were getting off of the bus. The blonde girl's 'posse' crowded her, every girl concerned.

"Omigawd, Bebe, are you okay?"

"Ew, he probably gave you a disease! He's soo gross!"

"Don't worry, your makeup didn't get messed up..!"

Clyde got up uncertainly, Butters at his side.

"Wow, Bebe seems really mad.. Maybe you should go apologize.." He said as they began to walk down a long walkway to the school doors. Clyde opened his mouth to say something, but Craig was following close behind.

"Dumb shit." He whispered, then ran off to follow the group of jocks he hung around with.

Even from a good twenty feet from the group, Clyde and Butters heard all of the gossip.

"... Clumsy retard.."

"..was going to try and fight or something.."

"Then Ms. Sagging-Tits stopped the bus.."

Then a roar of laughter. All of the boys in the group turned to stare at Clyde, who ran in the doors, completely ignoring all of the insults on the way.

This was how it was almost every day; Craig and Clyde would get in some fight Craig most often 'winning' somehow. and then later the story would fly around the school, of course getting changed around by the school's cheerleading squad. By the next day, the entire incident would be forgotten; only to be replaced by a new string of gossip.

They had been this way since around 7th grade, and that was how both boys expected it would stay.

However, they couldn't be more wrong.

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A/N: So there's the prologue.. I PROMISE the next chapters to come will be much longer.. I also promise it'll be a slash, even though it seems kinda unlikely at this point. So, R&R if you'd like.

-Hailey