A/N: Never written about Craig before. Decided to take a whack at it. There's a really long, drawn out beginning because I'm trying to get better at detail. THIS IS A TWO-SHOT.
P.S. For Christmas, I'm asking for a Craig style hat.
Fuck.
I tap my pencil, ignoring the drama going on around me. Like I give a fuck what's going on in this shit town. Just get through high school, then leave. Permanently. I sharpen my pencil to a death point, and start doodling. A corpse with a pool of blood starting to form. A dead angel. A little girl with a knife...
"Got a lot of hate in you," The kid with a splash of red in his hair states in a monotone voice. "Maybe you're not one of the soul sucking hypocritical Nazi cheerleader bastard love soldier..." The list of adjectives go on. "-people in this place."
I flip him off. "I'm not joining you goth fags."
"Psh." He jerks his hair, and it goes back to it's original place. "Whatever."
I huff, burying myself in my hat. My jagged black hair sticks out in places, and I don't bother to push it out of my eyes. Just another annoyance.
Mundane school days hold little interest to me. The same monotony routine that makes school suck ass. My leg twitches and bounces. My fingertips tap the notebook page, not making a sound. Cartman is gruffing racist remarks, Tweek is a spastic mess, and Token is asleep. I wish I could fall asleep. My antipathy for this place grew stronger and more resilient with each passing millisecond.
Like a rubber band snap, my attention was launched into reality as soon as the bell rang. I groggily gather my books that I never read, and shove them in my backpack. People attempt to start meaningless conversations with me, and I ignored them. Why they bother, I may never know.
It takes me an eternity to open my locker, forgetting the combo. Then I remember it's written on my middle finger. Not a good idea, since I flip people off so much. Could read my combo. I get my coat then slam the door. The hallways are crowded, with people doing gymnastics, sucking face, and being statues, not moving. It takes my force to shove them out of the way. Fucking idiots.
I'm anticipating home by now, the promise of cheesy poofs and some working out(a balanced routine is the way to be fit!), when I see Cartman leaning against my car.
"Get off, that's a nice car. Don't want you leaving a dent, fatass," I say.
"How original. And your cars a piece of shit," he says.
"Not all of us have whore moms who can afford anything on a prostitute's salary."
"Shut up. Do you want to know why I'm here?" he asks.
I sigh. "Not one bit."
I unlock my car door, tossing my backpack in the back seat. Cartman, the gentleman, plops in the passenger side.
"Get out," I say.
"First, listen to what I have to say."
"Fine. Spit it out."
"You know you and Clyde, right?"
"No, I don't."
"Everyone says your fags."
"We're not together."
"Never said that. I just said that you two are fags. Not saying you're making out, though you probably are."
How do people even know this stuff?
"Anyways," Cartman continues, rummaging through my glove compartment. "I need you to have a fag one on one with Kahl."
"What? I'm not having sex with Kyle."
"God Craig, stop putting words in my mouth! I'm saying, convince him to come out of the closet so I won't have to watch the vomit inducing fag looks he's giving Stan all the goddamn time."
"Me? Mr. I Don't Give A Fuck? No. Way."
"Come on, Craig. I'll give you money."
I pause. I do need a new laptop. "How much?"
"Twelve dollars."
"No deal."
"Twenty?"
"You'll have to do better than that."
"Thirty?"
"Psh. You have more money than that. I saw that iPad in your backpack."
"Goddammit Craig. I hate you."
"Don't care."
"Fifty."
I think this over. "Okay."
"Damn right it's okay. Invite Kahl over for a little chat. And you have to record it or something so I know you did it, kay?"
"Whatever."
"Say okay!"
"Get out of my car, Cartman," I say, giving him my best steel hard glare. He mutters some curse words at me, then heaves himself out of my car. I pull out of the parkinglot, finally getting to go home.
Fuck.
What have I gotten myself into?
A/N: Review for Part Two!
