A/N: Warning, the point of views might change through out story, I'm not sure but it might. Any way's enjoy!

Chapter one : 5:12 pm

Craig sat in the locked locker room with the shivering Tweek next to him. He grinned at the thought of 'locked locker.' The Tucker glanced at his digital wrist watch, it read 5:12 pm. Now how did Craig and Tweek get locked in the locker room in school pass 4 o'clock? It went like this (In Craig's point of view),

"Tweek, C'MON!" I yelled. The boy in front of me just fiddled with his fingers and blushed, I growled. We went through this every fucking Friday. After our basketball practice we'd have to go in the locker rooms and change with our 'locker room buddy'. Pfft, yes I know, lame. It takes about 20 minutes for me to convince Tweek that no one is going to rape him, take nude pictures of him and show it to his grandmother, that the gnomes would steal his underwear, etc. EVERY SINGLE FRIDAY. I don't even know why Clyde said I should pair with this wimp. Then I remembered how fretted the boy is.

"Look, we're gonna be late." I soften. "And all the other guys are gone. It's just me and you." Tweek looked encouraged by this, then quickly went back to his scared state. His left arm spasm out and his head snapped to the right in a way that looked painful. I cringed.

"W-what I-if you're just a s-spy for the g-gnomes and want to s-s-steal my clothes a-and burn my-ACK!-body to rain the a-ashes over a parade? I-it's possible…." I face palmed. What the hell? My eyes drifted to my watch again, it said 4:48 pm. I could have been home by now. I am fully dressed and ready to go, it's Tweek who's still in his T shirt and shorts. But as coach Bratcher stated, 'we don't leave our buddy's in the locker room in case a pedophile is out there.'

"I'm not going to do that. Ok, let's try this. How about I turned around and you change, hm?" I suggested. The twitchy boy thought in a jerking motion and nodded his head softly. I sighed and relief and turned around. Just then, I heard the door lock. I immediately spun back and ran to the door. It didn't open.

"HEY! We're still in here!" I bashed at the doors and made a racket. No one came. After doing that tactic for 15 minutes I gave up, slumping down on the floor.

"Ughh…" I groaned, burying my head into my arms. I heard Tweek timidly coming over and sitting next to me.

"I-I'm sorry…this I-is-ngh!-all my f-fault.." Oh really?

"Whatever. Look I left my cell at home do you have yours?"

"I-I don't h-have a c-cell p-phone. It c-corrupts your b-brain and-ack!- kills you. Every one of them as a timing bomb that aliens have made to destroy all humans on earth." Of course. Well, I'll be here for a while.

And that's how it started. Tweek, still in his practice clothes, was wavering his coffee orbs from his hands to Craig's murderous face. He jerked violently.

"W-what are w-we g-gonna do?"

"Nothing. We can't do nothing. The window's are bolted, the back door is bolted, and the front door is bolted. EVERYTHING IS BOLTED." Craig snapped, Tweek flinched in fear.

"GAAH! I KNEW IT!" The bleach blonde started taking things out of his back pack and chucking it at the raven. "LEAVE ME ALONE YOU METRO-SEXUAL PEDOPHILE!"

"What the fuck!" Craig raised his arms to his face and covered from the objects. "Tweek calmed the hell down!"

"AHH! I WON'T GO DOWN ON YOU!" He misheard, throwing his book bag next. Craig (pissed off) tackles Tweek to, at his attempt, to calm him down. Obviously, this caused the terrified boy to thrash even more. The two teens rolled, kicked, slapped, scratched, and such all around the tiled floor. Since Craig had more control, it eventually led up to him up against the wall holding Tweek protectively. The blonde's back pressed against the green eyed boy's chest. Craig's arms wrapped tightly over the male's mouth to shut him up, his legs squeezed around the blonde's waist.

"Shh, I'm not gonna hurt you…" Craig hissed unpersuasive in his ear. I can't believe how hard Tweek could hit. I feel a bruise sprouting on my cheek already! The little twitchy fuck...

"Let. Me. Go!" The blonde threaten lowly, trying to squirm his way out of Craig's grip. However the raven had a strong hold. Soon Tweek grew tired.

"…You c-could rape m-me now. I-I give u-up. You could d-do anything y-you want to me. I w-want scream…" He stuttered in depression. Shockingly he barely twitched. Craig raised a brow, amused.

"Now that's better. You seem more calmer when you're sad. Sadly though, I'm not gonna rape you Tweek." He saw the messy blonde's head shot up to look at him.

"Y-You're N-not!" Craig felt a grin make a way to his lips, unwilling.

"No, I'm not." Tweek blinked up at him and unexpectedly cried.

"Oh I-I'm s-so happy! I g-get to l-live! YAY!" The blonde jumped out of his arms and bounced around the locker room like a puppy. Craig gawked amazed at the once scared teen. He chuckled.

"Hey Tweek, I think I know what we could do."