Craig's just tweeking :D

I just learned what actual tweaking is ha-ha.

So here's Craig learning what Tweeking/Tweaking is.

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JUST TWEEKING

"Ah fuck," Craig grumbled, freezing in the doorway of his first period class. All eyes were turned and boring into him, the laser pointer of a gunman, waiting for the perfect moment to kill. Craig was so screwed now. He glanced around anxiously with big brown eyes, looking for Clyde, his best friend, to bail him out again. Of course, he just had to be sick today.

"Craig? Why are you," Ms. Hyman said, glancing down at her watch, "Eight minutes late to class this time." He could hear her 'you-are-in-deep-shit' tone of voice. Think dumbass, think, think, Craig yelled at himself, clenching his fists in concentration. If he told the truth, that he was in the bathroom making out with Tweek Tweak, he might get laughed out of trouble. But then again, someone might realize it was true. If he told some outrageous lie, the teacher would call his parents again, and God knows what would happen then. Craig seemed to be screaming ideas in his mind for three hours, though it was only about forty seconds.

"Uh, I uh," Craig stuttered, thinking quickly, "I was just, um, Tweeking." Ms. Hyman stared at him for a very long time, strumming her fingers on the wooden desk in front of her. Craig was debating whether to go sit down, or wait for Hyman to say something. He didn't have time to decide. "Mr. Tucker," Ms. Hyman said, beckoning Craig over with one long, dangerously pointy finger. Craig gulped down his breakfast and slinked forward slowly. The teacher gave an aggravated sigh and looked up at him through her glasses. Craig could feel his school bad-ass image flowing down the drain as he stood, trying not to crap his pants. Ms. Hyman may be 5'1'' but she could kill a pack of lions with her glare.

"I don't know what you're trying to pull here Tucker," Ms. Hyman said, so viciously that he could feel the entire class shaking behind him. "I will not put up with it in my class. Understand?" She looked at him, as if waiting for an answer. Craig nodded, watching his life pass before his eyes. Ms. Hyman signed a little piece of paper with a flourish, shoved it in his hands, and pointed to the door. "Out," she growled. Craig was out the door faster than he could run if there was a starved leopard after him. Once he was safe in the peaceful hall, he looked down at the pass the teacher had given him.

Craig Tucker to Counselors Office

For speaking about use of illegal drugs

Signed, Ms. Hyman

"Drugs?" Craig wondered out loud to himself. He shrugged and stalked off to the counselor's office, a place he was in more than he'd spent time in class all year. On the way he bumped into Tweek, and he knew this because the minute they'd ran into each other, the blonde boy had screeched and slammed himself into a row of lockers. Craig smacked himself in the forehead. "Tweek," he whispered through his teeth, steadying the twitchy boy, "It's okay, it's just me." Tweek relaxed just enough to take another swig of coffee.

"Where are y-you going Craig?" Tweek asked, staring up at him with vibrant green eyes. Craig smiled and kissed the shaky boys forehead.

"Don't worry about it Tweek," Craig said patting Tweek's bony back, "Just get back to class." Tweek frowned and shook his head vigorously. Craig was shocked, Tweek usually did what he was told. He never wanted trouble.

"Let's ditch," Tweek whispered evilly, pulling Craig toward the exiting school doors. Well, Craig thought to himself, it sure beats the hell out of listening to "Drugs are bad, Mm-Kay?".

And Craig promised himself to look up Tweeking on Wikipedia when he got home.

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Drugs are bad Mm-Kay.

You all know you've had 'that' teacher.

The one that even the other teachers were scared of?

Yeah, that's Ms. Hyman for you.

I really need to get my space bar fixed.

R&R please?