Chapter one- Undercover.
POV. Craig Tucker
Craig Tucker, was a strange adolescent. Many had pondered how he came to be the cold, emotionless dick that he was, but by simply looking at his unstable parental background and his fucked up little town where he originated was answer enough- for most anyhow.
Not only did he carry an hard ice cold air, that complimented his harsh flawed personality deflects (-and trust me there where many). He had a short laboured temper that threatened to rupture at any moment in a flurry of fists and raised curses, which went hand in hand with his tendency to lurk in dark out of the way corners. Although he rarely went looking for trouble, but he usually got it.
When it came to patience he had very little of the stuff, choosing to block out the unimportant information that he was being supplied- how ever poorly it was being given, For example such things that held no purpose in life, like history.
Which wasn't helping much, seeing as he had a double of the stuff, a whole double period listening to the rat faced ho, with a high scratchy voice ramble on about- well he was listening just his brain refused to retain any of the pointless information that the hag spouted out. But his ears pricked up at the words 'video'.
'At least he wouldn't have to hear, the teachers irritating voice penetrate and vitiate his traumatised ear drums, for the whole lesson' He though bitterly.
His unapproachable hard steady gaze, swept over the classroom, taking in the expressions of his fellow piers. At the prospect of an 'educational' video. Many where already slouched over their desks, desperately clutching at consciousness.
His guarded silted jades meet with the small-towns designated man hoe, Kenny McCormick's bright, blue, sharp ones, the teen had recently started to leave his orange hooded parka, unzipped to his mid-drift, showing his malnourished, tanned and slightly toned frame, covered by a thin, usually white T-shirt. But his hood remained firmly up casting a shadow across him grinning face, and he had taken to wearing bandana like scarf around his neck, which meant that his voice was still muffed and incortablerent. Which pissed him of like nothing else, especially the way the teen was so quick to deny and laugh off the 'mystery' marks and bruises and the days he didn't turn up to school. Blaming his absences on extravagant one night stands, and the incredible fucking had wore him out so badly he couldn't make it to school. Yeah, cause people brought that, but some of the dim wits actually did, like Clyde, which to be honest was to be expected, and Marsh. Others chose to ignore the lies, and try and talk to the fucker privately.
It never worked though.
Kenny offered him a friendly gesture, a wave, which he replied with his own friendly gesture. This only made the blond snigger and shake his head in amusement, before turning to torture Marsh with a sharpie, who was currently sleeping and drooling on the faces of our ancestors' that covered the front of the gigantic textbook. Both sat on the same row as him, to his right, he himself had the desk wedged up to the window pane.
The lights were flicked off, his eye snapped to the front of the room as the teacher sat down at her desk, she shh'ed the class, signalling the start of the crappy video. His eye slipped back to surveying the room, full of his fellow piers.
The 'popular' girls who usually chose to sit grouped to the left hand side of the classroom, more to the front then the back as those seats where filled with others, in the hopes of avoiding the teachers attention. Marsh and his retarded friends sat more in the middle of the room. Where as he and his…friends, ugh, sat to the right at the back. It didn't really matter where any of them sat unless there was a seating plan, everyone always mucked about with their own crowd and making occasional contact with other 'groups', if they had to.
So it had been a surprise when their health and social teacher had paired the teens earlier with unconventional partners. Clyde, the pussy had got McCormick. Token was paired with Bebe, were as Tweak and Stan where partners. Wendy + Cartman, Butters and Red. His own suburbanite was Kyle, fun. He could just tell he was not going to have a easy, free-ride with Brof. Great just great, well they couldn't work at his, it just wasn't an option and he was not going to the library, he was not going into that nerd zone, he had never set foot in there and never was going to. That was a promise he had made to himself, one that he intended to keep.
The Project was to go "Undercover" and identify the dynamics of a healthy relationship, weather it be between husband and wife, mother and daughter, or fox and hound. Anything really as long as it was a 'good' one.
Basically the assignment was make a case to what you personally think makes and keeps a healthy relationship going and in what case is the relationship healthy? Is it healthy but unconventional?
That's what the teacher was expecting and he knew it, he just didn't relish the thought of working with Brof for a whole two months, or was it one? It didn't make that much difference it still felt like a prison sentence to him.
Well it could be worse, he mussed, he could be stuck with Marsh, the fucking pussy, he really didn't have any brain cells and would most likely want to do it on a fucking high school romance, ugh. Thank god that he wasn't with Marsh.
Butters would have just pissed him off, with his girly obsession with hello kitty alone. Yet he couldn't imagine the blond any other way, he felt that was just some way the norm. He remembered when they had first entered high school and some jerks, had picked on butters for his pink school bag, he remembered it had been in the cafeteria queue. They never did pick on butters again, not after he had seen the colour red and had kicked their asses. True that had lead him to a afternoon of detention and his first of a very long listings of meetings with the schools counsellor, but it was worth it to preserve something like Butters gay, queer-happiness, in his then, ever changing world. He hated change he liked things plain an' simple. That's why he tried to be blunt, so hopefully people would get the message and react in corresponding ways. That and he also held a low tolerance for bullshit, and in general, people, mainly citizens of south park: that where whinny, bitchy, fucktards. Major douches.
"DUDE, MY BBFFE! DUDE!", God what now Clyde? "DUDE-" , Craig cut the idiot of with "What are BBFFE's Clyde?"
"wha? OH BBFF, are best bro's for fucking ever!" He chimed like it was something to be proud of, "Which WE are! Anyway dude, dude! Guess what!".
He groaned " what Clyde!" It's a shame he couldn't say that this type of behaviour was nothing of a surprise, epically from Clyde, what did he say, he was surrounded by major douches.
"Cly- " He started but the scrawny, bitchy teach took that moment to assign him with detention, just typical, 'psh' he didn't care anyway. Bitch. He shot daggers at a guilty looking Clyde, he looked like he was about to cry, he mouthed him an apology. He slid his gaze from Clyde's grovelling form, to the wall clock that was mandatory in every room. Thank God the lesson was almost over, the day was almost over. Then he would kick Clyde's fat ass.
The bell went. Clyde look fearfully over at him.
The class rose from their seats, talking loudly amongst them selves.
Tweak was babbling on about, gnomes or something, tugging at his thick, blond hair as he was lead from the classroom by token and Clyde. He shoved his un-used books into his bag, turning to follow them, but his path was blocked by Kyle and that pansy Marsh, Cartman lingered behind them talking to Wendy about their joint assignment, or so he assumed.
He was about to push past them when Kyle, smiled up at him, as he was the taller one. "So, er…erm, when...er where do you want to start the project?"
Craig just gave him his famous blank stare, when does he want to start the report? Never, was his answer. It was then McCormick bobbed his head up from were ever he had been hiding. His gaze bored into the trio. He spoke in his usual emotionless tone "when ever".
He then tried to push past them, only to have Kyle halt him with "kewl kewl…so erm, do you wanna go to the library after school toda-"
"no, not the library" he cut in.
"oh ok…how about you place or mine-" He had barely finished his sentence when Craig said "your's".
Clyde stuck his head round the class room door and hollered, "YO BBFFE! Ya coming or what?". Cartman spewed out his usual fag nonsense, before shoving him out of the way so he could exist with Wendy, ugh.
Kyle turned and said "um…yeah, you wanna come back to mine now?" He nodded his approval. "oh, erm ok…come on then, we have to catch the bus" Kyle smiled up at him. McCormick said something, but he couldn't understand it. Marsh laughed and clapped him on his back.
Weird, could they actually understand him?
He followed them out into the almost empty school corridor, at the end was Clyde waiting. He grinned when he saw them, "Hey!" He greeted the group. "Sup man!" came Marsh's reply, Kenny spoke some muffled words, with various hand gestures. "Hey Clyde, Kenny's your partner, yeah? Craig's coming over to start our project, do you guys want to come?"
Clyde looked surprised, baffled even at the offer but nodded anyway, Kenny looked at Kyle, with a questioning look as well. "what?" he asked the offended looking blond, "really what else where you gonna do? weren't you gonna come back to mine anyway?". That seemed to settle the issue, and the blond grabbed Clyde round his shoulders, in a joking manor, and leaned into his personal space, not that Clyde seemed to notice.
Craig shock his head, "Donavan", He reached forward and clutched at a hand full of the boys 'cow' jersey, pulling him forward, out of McCormick's hold. "You, and your gayness got me detention" he spoke slowly so the words would penetrate though Clyde's thick skull. "Ple-p-please, Craig-It was a moment of w-weakness! I didn't mean too! It, it was an accident! A BRAIN FART!". A brain fart?
"A brain fart, really Clyde" he let the smaller boy go, gently, he might add, he pushed him away.
"I though we had to catch the bus?"
"Thanks Marsh I don't think we would survive without your great observational skills" form Craig's snack comment, Marsh flushed. Regrettably he had a point though and he made his way towards the bus stop with the other's frolicking around him. They missed the school bus, as they were to late leaving the building, they where in time to see the school bus leave though, it rounded the corner quite sharply, sliding slightly on the icy roads. Great know they had to walk to Kyle's house. Ugh. The gang took it in their stride, with their happy-go-lucky attitudes. He was the to second tallest in the group, Stan being the tallest, Kenny, Clyde then Kyle, ha. Not by a massive lot though.
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