I hope that you all enjoy my story! I worked hard on this! So enjoy chapter 1!
You know how every high school is separated into different groups similar to how animals divide themselves in the wild. You have the classic jocks, who would rather be on the field sweating and ramming each than spend a single second sitting behind a desk to get a lecture on any subject. The nerds who, unlike the jocks, are addicted to the formulas of math like a addict addicted to burning sensation as heroin is shot up their veins. The goths who hide from the sun and dress in black as if their attending a funeral while sneering at others as if they are so much better. The cheerleaders who practically run the school, every girl wants to be one of them, and every guy wants a chance to sneak their way into those skirts. Take all those stereotypes, while cramming it into a high school like a girl who got pants that were a little too small and she still insist it fits. Finally the jeans are on, however the jeans themselves look as if the button will shoot off; that is basically South Park High. Oh did I neglect to mention the delinquents? The ones that had red, humongous, bold letters just to warn people not to get close. One of these being a tall, slim noirette named Craig Tucker. He had gained popularity between a lot of the groups. He seemed to only get along with very few people, yet seemed to be one of the most popular boy in the senior class. The girls wanted him, saying that his 'no fucks' attitude was extremely hot; not that he actually cared at this point.
It was the first day of senior year, the year that kids were expected to slack off, party, have sex, and try drugs. Craig had already done pretty much all of that during junior year. Now it flashed across his mind all the times he would sit in his best friend's room and take a swig from his dad's vodka bottle which he kindly snatched. How his best friend would talk about the girl's he thought were cute, or how he was going to be on the football team next year. Or how he would sneak into the bathroom during lunch to have a smoke break with the school's local man slut. Thanks to those times his junior year was actually rather fun. So he had absolutely no problems with doing it once again. He now stood in front of his mirror, his reflection gazing back at him in an almost bored manner, showing any imperfections that needed to be eliminated before his friends showed up to take him to hell. Without wasting a moment those icy blue eyes glanced to the black comb set on his countertop and he could almost hear it say 'C'mon buddy just one more time.' With devastated groan the teen swiftly snatched it, combing down his hair for the third time. He took a step back making sure he at least looked decent for the first day of school. Normally he would have woken up, find some clothes, brush his teeth without a thought about it. The reason that this was different was it was the first day (not that he cared still) and the reason that was of any concern was for his best friend, who would have nagged him the whole day for simply not caring. SO taking three minutes to comb through his hair was worth it instead of the headache his friend would give him. He wore the usual however, an unbuttoned prussian blue jacket that revealed the plain white shirt underneath, and black skinny jeans. It was finished off with his chullo hat that matched his jacket, all with the exception of the yellow puff ball on top. Sure it was a little childish, but having always worn the hat made him grow a certain bond over time with it. It felt odd to him to not wear it out in public, almost as if it was his protection from the outside world.
A "fuck you" suddenly rang out in the air showing that he had received a text. In a single, lazy motion, he picked up the small electronic device that had a picture of his pet guinea pig, Stripe, from when he was a child. Sadly, that pet had died years ago. So to fill the space, he bought another one which he had named Spot. He didn't give much thought into the name due to him thinking that putting effort into the name was 'uncool'. He quickly typed his password only to spot that the text was from the always mentioned best friend.
Wannbe Fuckboi: Dude! We will b there n like 2 min. B ready
With a sigh, he made his way to the door, making sure that he had his bag at least. He headed downstairs, passing by his sister who had entertained herself with her phone. He wasn't going to invite her to actually join the car ride with his friends. That would be rather lame, and if there was one thing Craig Tucker didn't do it was lame. His parents were already at work, his dad having a boring office job while his mom worked behind a counter at some bakery that opened up, so the house was rather quiet around this time. He went to open his mouth to try and get his sister attention before hearing the honk from the car. She was still absorbed in her phone, so without a word he left.
A bright red Kia Soul sat on the side of the road with a brunette hang out of it, waiting for the tall teen. It kind of reminded him of the commercial with the pig screaming wee out of it so that almost brought a smile to his lips. The brunette was now waving his friend over with a cocky smirk adoring his face. That was Clyde Donovan, Craig's best friend in the entire world, just underneath Spot. The brunette had messy hair, intentionally styled that way with hair gel to make it stick up at the top. With light brown eyes, a strong jawline to show how good looking his was, it wasn't bad that he was attractive. Though ever since he found out in like fourth grade, he never stopped talking about how good looking he was.
"Dude, hurry up! Token is gonna leave your ass!" Came the higher pitched nasally voice. It was one thing that Clyde and Craig had in common; they both had nasally voices.
"He might leave you, but not me." He replied back in his deeper nasally voice before opening the backdoor and slumped inside. Now that he was relaxed he reached over to slam the door shut with a simple grunt. He was then greeted by his dark skinned friend with what seemed to be recently trimmed short hair. Like Clyde, he also had brown eyes but his were a darker color, followed by a slim face. Craig greeted him with a nod, the leaned back into the seat with a yawn taking over his mouth.
"Craigy, did you not sleep?" Clyde leaned back over the seat only to be welcomed by a middle finger from the noirette. That nickname was one Craig hated, it was only used by Clyde and Token to tease him. That and because he would smash anyone's face in that dared tried. And with how many fights he had gotten into someone better believe he will get into another for simple teasing.
"Leave him alone, because when he reaches over the seat to hit you, I am not listening to your crying," Token warned while starting to drive off. Not hearing music blasting in the car alerted Craig to the fact Clyde had something to tell him. It always was deathly silent in the car when Clyde had something to get off his chest. If Craig didn't take notice in the amount of time Clyde wanted he would only hear impatient whine like kids do to get their parents attention. With only one option left to prevent the whines from starting, he only looked up noticing the brunette was digging his teeth into the clothed headrest now getting drool on the edge. Which Token had not yet noticed or he would have made Clyde knock it off.
A defeated sigh escaped the blue eyed teen's thin lips as he cocked his head to the side. "What?"
"Oh I thought you would never ask!" That was a lie, Craig would always asked and always regret. "Did you hear that a new kid moved here?! Apparently they just arrived yesterday, and they're a senior going to our school!" Being such a small school everyone was interested if a new person just suddenly come out of nowhere. It was like when a prison got a new inmate, people were interested in them only to make them their lackey. Same for high school. "I wonder if it's a hot chick,"Clyde continued, " not that I would go after them. After all, I still have Bebe."
"You mean the girl you aren't even dating?" Amusement had laced itself lightly into Craig's voice as he added a snort at the end to show his amusement.
"Shut up, she just hasn't realized that she is madly in love with me." Clyde leaned against the seat with a grin. "One day she'll wake up and finally understand her feelings, and when that happens I'll accept her with open arms."
A groan escaped the boy in the backseat. He decided it was best not to call Bebe a slut. Bebe Stevens, the girl Clyde was love sick with, was the biggest slut in their grade, everyone knew that. Everyone but Clyde, who would always jump to her defense. "So what about this new kid?" Best to change subjects before the wrong thing slips about Bebe.
"Oh right! So their parents opened up that little coffee shop next to Harbros. A stupid move on their part, but hey maybe they'll leech off of the customers from that place; that's all we know. So if it's a girl, she has to be a basic white chick."
"You can't stereotype people like that, Clyde." Token stole a glance in Clyde's direction. A huff came from the jock as he began being lectured for the rest of the car ride. Leave it to the mom friend to quickly defend someone none of them knew. Craig, meanwhile, had tuned them out while watching the scenery scroll by.
Once they arrived at school, Craig and the others stepped out of the car, his permanent frown already began pulling at his lips. One more year of this backwards school where everyone was either a complete asshole, or had something not quite right with their was no in between for anybody. He took a step towards the school, his backpack hanging by one strap around his shoulder. He felt many eyes on him as he continued towards the building. He was used to the new people staring at him. He was one of the tallest people at the school, standing proudly at 6'1". That's when he passed the group of the most annoying teens at school.
Stan Marsh being the leader of the group, who looked almost like Craig but had a rounder face followed by darker blue eyes, and messier black hair. He was the one that seemed to speak for the group, not to mention if he didn't like you, he would talk badly about you even if he didn't know you. Next to him sat his best friend Kyle Broflovski, who had thick, curly, red hair followed by light brown eyes. He had a round face and was one of the shortest boys at school, having a height of 5'7". He was known for being a complete know it all, followed by being a teacher's pet. Worst of all, he would always be passive aggressive to everyone. Everyone except the fatass beside him, Eric Cartman. He was by far the worst out of the four. He had short brown hair with the same brown eyes that Token seemed to have. He was marked as the fattest teen at school, which was true thanks to him having a double chin and a gut that had it's own gravitational pull. He was one of the worst teen's at school; bullying people to the point where they tried to kill themselves, or spreading rumors to the whole school to ruin their lives. Craig honestly hated him the most. Next to him stood Kenny McCormick, the actual biggest slut in the school. He slept around more than Bebe did and he didn't seem to care who he got with, as long as he could get laid. He had dirty blonde hair, that seemed so messy and long that it had to be bed head, yet it looked fine enough to not be brushed. He had ocean blue eyes that were always checking out everyone that passed by him. It was rather disgusting to Craig, yet out of that whole group, Kenny was the only one he could stand. Since him and Kenny bounded over junior year with cigarettes.
"Hey, Craig." he turned his attention to Stan but it was only returned with a glare followed by his middle finger. He really didn't like that guy.
"Awww, look. The homo is totally wanting to screw you, Stan." He heard Cartman speak up with a grin. "You two are gonna have gay sex." He really hated this guy.
"Shut up, fatass! He isn't gay!" There came Kyle interrupting the conversation just to argue with Cartman. He really found this guy annoying.
"Fuck you, you fucking jew! Anyone who wears skinny jeans is clearly gay!" Cartman shook his fat fist while raising his voice. The bickering between the two was just getting started. Usually Kenny would slide in a comment right then, but he was oddly silent.
"McWhoremick, you're offly silent. What's up?" Not that the skinny pants wearing boy really cared, he just wanted a distraction from the loud bickering teenagers beside them.
"I'm just looking out for that new kid, wanna see if they're gonna be good looking. Even if they're not I still have to add them to my sex book," the blonde spoke as if that was normal hobby to have while grinning over at the taller male.
"Please spare me." With that conversation being done, he soon spotted Clyde and Token finally making their way to the building. He glanced at the group of four before finally making his way to his friends.
"Oh, there he is! Yo, Craig! My dad is gonna be out of the house this weekend, so party at my place! Token said he can supply some money for us to buy alcohol. Do you also wanna chip in?" Clyde wiggled his eyebrows at the other, while Craig just rolled his eyes back.
"I guess that I can try; no promises." What was the point if Token was giving money? That guy was loaded.
"This is gonna rock so much! This party will show Bebe that she is madly in love with me." As that sentence rolled out of Clyde's mouth, the pair of Token and Craig could only share a pitying look at him. He was truly desperate for the girl.
"Well, I will ask Nicole if she can come as well," Token spoke up, his hand slipping through his short hair. Nichole Daniels was Token's girlfriend since fourth grade. She was pretty cute in Craig's opinion though recently she had gotten longer straight hair that was intertwined with blonde highlights.
As they made their way inside, he looked around in the hallways that he had grown used to in those four years. It was adorned with creamy brown walls, plain white floors, stairs that lead to the second floor, posters that said to support their local teams known as the cows, (a crappy team mascot in Craig's opinion) and bright red lockers that had clearly seen better days. He paused in front of his locker turning the dial of the lock to his usual combination. Their lockers never changed since they entered the high school. It was to keep the grades separated according to the principal but they were actually too lazy to keep assigning new lockers to every student. He stuffed the extra supplies in his locker, only needing some paper and pencils on the first day. The locker to his right was Clyde's, which he had gotten lucky that the leatherman wearing teen had gotten it. If he had gotten stuck with the wrong person as a locker neighbor it would have been hell in the mornings, and the afternoons. Token was down a few lockers to the left, Craig would go down there, however that locker was next to the local fatass. The locker to his own left was empty as the latest kid had moved away, the new kid would probably be given that locker. He could only pray that the kid was at least a little normal.
"Dude, here comes Bebe, act normal!" Clyde nudged him, checking in the mirror he had set in his locker to see if he looked fine. After noticing that he indeed appeared insanely handsome, he turned. "'Sup, Bebe?" He deepened his voice causing the blued eyed teen to retch in disgust.
"Oh, hey Clyde," Bebe paused in place. She had blonde, thick, curly hair, that seemed to always be pushed over her shoulder, jade green eyes accompanied with mascara and light blue eye shadow. Craig never understood why girls wore make up, everyone knew that it was only fake beauty. However it was her body most guys were interested in, she had the biggest breast out of all the girls and was very curvy in all the right places. Next to her was her best friend, Wendy Testaburger, not that he ever thought they were, the two always seemed to talk trash about each other the moment their backs were turned. She had straight, pitch black hair, a round face that gave her a cute look, and amethyst eyes. Her chest was flatter than most and she had little curves to support it however he did have to admit she had a pretty face. She was also the girlfriend to his worst enemy, Stan Marsh, so he didn't really care for her either.
"So there will be a party at my place this weekend, you gonna come?" The girls shared a look between each other as Bebe shoved her hair over her shoulder.
"Who's all gonna be there?" She questioned causing Clyde to freeze up. Craig, knowing that if Bebe said no he would have to deal with the sobbing mess that would soon be Clyde, spoke up.
"Basically everyone in our grade. Stan said he would go." He shut his locker, by making them think Stan was going, which meant Wendy would go, which in turn would make Bebe go. In the corner of his eye, he saw Clyde staring at him as if Craig had saved him from certain death. Craig had only saved him from a snotty nose.
"Oh, if Stan's going then I'll be there." Wendy said absentmindedly as she scrolled through her phone.
"Well since Wendy is going, I'll be sure to show up." Bebe gave a nod to confirm her statement. It was just like the teen in blue predicted. "Anyway, bye guys." She gave a wave before continuing to make her way down the hallway.
"Dude, you just saved my ass!"
"Your ass is too big to save. But why are you still standing here?" Confused by the delinquent's joke, Craig gave a sigh and added. "You need to invite Stan incase Wendy questions him, and invite our whole grade basically."
"Oh shit, dude! You're right!" And that was the last he saw of his friend for the morning, and the dumbass even left his locker open. While lazily raising his hand he shoved the red door of the locker. With nothing better to do, he pulled out his phone to scroll through his Facebook feed. It seemed everyone was talking about the new kid. Everyone wondering who they were and what they looked like. Why was everyone obsessed with this new kid? Probably because they lived in a small town where it was rare for new people to show up.
It had been about twenty minutes before Craig noticed it was time to go to homeroom and made his way to the class. He sat in his usual seat waiting for the homeroom teacher to arrive. It was almost routine to spend the first hour of the first day of school with their homeroom teacher, who like their lockers never changed. He saw Clyde walk in talking to Butters, more than likely inviting him to the party. Once they stopped, the two walked over.
"Oh, he-hey Craig, how was your summer?" Butters was one of those people who always looked like an injured animal, probably due to how abusive his father was. The man would always yell at him for no reason and send him to his room. He had the sides of his head trimmed short while his bangs and a tuft of bright blonde hair that stuck out at the top. He was one of the other people Craig was okay with.
"It was nice and boring." The reply came out stale as Craig stared at the board. It was odd, the teacher hadn't shown up yet. They were usually there before the class started and before students started to show.
"That's good. My summer was pretty good; I spent some of it with Kenny, and he took me to a club. I met some nice girls who asked me to buy th-them a drink, then they gave me a kiss on the cheek." Poor guy, he was still so naive to girl's advances. Craig would have replied but the teacher walked in.
"Okay brats, sit down and shut up. As you all known we have a new student, and that's all you fuckers-" did Craig mention his teacher was an asshole? "-will talk about for the next few days, so let me introduce you to your new classmate. You can come in now." After no one showed up, he cursed under his breath and made his way to the hall. Everyone heard the two talking, and Craig could only assume they were shy. That only spelled doom for their time at south park.
It took a moment before the teacher walked back in. "Okay this is your new classmate, Tweek Tweak." Tweek… Tweak? Who gives their kid two last names? Not to mention his name is the same name you usually give to meth heads. Finally the teen entered, and boy did Craig have to look him over at least five times. He was blonde. Very bright blonde, like a sunshine color that seemed to stick up in every direction, and by some odd magic his bangs weren't even in his face, they too were in every other direction. His green eyes that were mixed with brown. He was dressed in a moss green button up shirt, that was misbuttoned at points causing the right side to be shorter than the left, showing off a bit of his chest. The bottom of his shirt fared no better. It wasn't even buttoned causing it to show off his bellybutton. He was also short. Really short, and was twitching uncontrollably as he stood in front of the class. Craig could only watch as the blonde kept fidgeting, not speaking a single word. "C'mon kid, tell us something about yourself."
Tweek let out a yell of some sort causing the class to jump in their seats. "Gah! Too much pressure!" He pulled at the poor, disproportionate shirt as Craig watched as the already worn buttons seemed to want to pop off. The un-nerved teen seemed to have settled down a bit after that little outburst but it wasn't long before his eyes bounced around the room and, for a brief moment, his eyes met those icy blue eyes. Not wanting to come off as weird, his eyes began darting around the room once again. "I work at my parents coffee shop, and I enjoy drinking coffee." He couldn't help but twitch once again while letting out a loud whine.
"Alright, thank you, Tweek. Go find a seat." An odd statement considering the only open seat happened to be in front of Craig in the front row. Tweek walked over staring intently at the desk, then glance at the noirette. He didn't make a move to sit as his twitching seemed to get worse. What was this guy's problem? "Tweek, why aren't you sitting down?"
"I can't sit with someone behind me! What if he tries to kill me when I'm distracted, or when I am writing?! I don't want to die!" Craig made a slight face at what the weirdo just said. What was wrong with this kid? Just with this little information he already knew this Tweek person fell into the category of something wrong with their heads.
"Oh for god's sake, Craig are you going to kill him?" The room was silent for a moment before the one being questioned spoke up.
"No," honestly killing this guy was the last thing on his mind. His attention was stolen as he heard snickering, turning to see Stan, Kyle, and Cartman laughing about something, most likely this spaz. Still not seeming convinced however Tweek was extremely hesitant about sitting down.
Craig found it hard to focus in homeroom that day, mostly due to the kid who kept looking back at him every few seconds. It was after the hundredth time the noirette finally spoke up. "Dude, what do you want?" He hissed out, growing a little annoyed. Tweek let out his scream before seeming to think.
"Aargh," his head twitched to the right and thought of what to say, "I have to keep my eye on you in case you try to kill me!" Well at least he was honest.
"I'm not going to kill you, so stop looking at me." It was at this moment Craig noticed the bags under the blonde's eyes. When was the last time this guy slept? He heard some more snickering and noticed Cartman was laughing. That only meant he was scheming something. Which Craig did not want to be apart of. When there was only fifteen minutes left of class the teacher gave them time to themselves to talk. That's when Eric made his way over.
"Twitch, was it?" This caused the blonde to shriek and pull his hair.
"No, my name is Tweek!" He corrected with a whine
"Dude," Cartman continued as if he wasn't interrupted, I can't believe you're sitting in front of Craig! Do you know why that seat was empty?" When Tweek shook his head Cartman gave a hideous smile. "That's because he murdered the last guy who sat there. What terrible luck." This seemed to be the trigger for Tweek as a scream of fear left him causing the room to fall silent. Before anyone knew it, Tweek was at the door yanking it open and fleeing down the hall, leaving Cartman to die of laughter.
"Dude, what the fuck? I just got him to stop thinking I was gonna kill him." Craig growled finding this extremely annoying. He didn't want to deal with a guy who was going to scream every time he saw Craig.
"Oh shit, guys did you see how fast he was out of this room! He's such a fucking spaz!" Came the hollering laughter of a certain prick.
"Shut up, fatass! That was totally uncalled for!" Ah, there was the annoying one to start a fight with local prick.
"I'm not fat, you fucking jew!" Thus the fight between Kyle and Eric started up yet again. The teacher wasn't paying any attention to the class anymore as he had slipped his headphones on. Yeah he deserved teacher of the year award just for his caring attitude.
"Hey Craig, let's go get Tweek." Clyde said while grabbing the spaz's bag. "Token said that it would be best that we befriend him before Stan's group. Cartman would torture that poor dude." If it were anyone else, Craig would have said no, but it was Clyde and he would probably whine.
"Fine, let's go." He stood up from his desk, grabbing Tweek's togo cup that he left behind on his desk, it was still warm. It must have been coffee due to the fact Tweek reeked of the stuff. The three left the room while Craig flipped off Cartman.
It wasn't that hard finding the spaz kid since he was huddled in the corner letting out rather loud whimpers. The three walked over, Clyde to the right, Token the left, and Craig in between. "Hey," Craig was the first to speak up causing Tweek to look up in fear as he let out a scream and went to run away only to crash into Clyde.
"Whoa, chill out." Clyde tried to calm him down but Tweek just tried his best to sink into the wall, pulling roughly at his hair. He kinda reminded Craig of how Stripe acted when he first got her.
"Don't kill me!" The boy shrieked which caused all three to wince. Why did Token have to be the one to care about others? Seriously, it would have been easier to just ignore this guy.
"I'm not gonna kill you." Craig decided it was best to talk in his usual, calm voice.
"It's true, Craig has never killed anyone. Trust me, I am his best friend." Clyde beamed at the fact he got the honor of that title.
"Yeah, Cartman is just an asshole who likes messing with people. It was Craig's idea to come check on you." Token took this moment to speak up. Craig knew what he was doing, and it seemed to work as the spaz removed his hands from his hair.
"It was? Why?" Tweek questioned and now the tall boy was forced to think of an answer.
"Because being the new kid sucks balls, and because I hate Cartman, so anything I can do to put an end to his fun, I will." that was an honest answer. Which seemed to be the right answer as the messy boy nodded once. "So will you stop thinking I am a murderer?" Not that Craig actually cared, but it seemed like Token wanted to befriend him, so Craig would play nice.
"I can try," he twitched while noticing the cup in Craig's thin hands. "Is that mine?" In an uncaring motion he held out the cup and watched as the guy took a gulp out of it. He was almost positive that the coffee was still hot. Now that he was calmed, Craig studied him with a calm gaze. This guy was short enough to be about a girl's height, he was even slender like one. Not that Craig was into men. His dad had already stated his views if Craig turned out gay. He would most likely disown him without wasting a moment. So to make sure that didn't happen, Craig slept around with girls, made sure to bring them home when his dad was home. Yet, he always found himself checking out guys when he was near them. He did his best to try and push these tendencies to the back of his mind. Even now he focused on the cup in Tweek's hand instead of the actual person.
"So, want to hang with us? We'll be sure to make sure Cartman doesn't mess with you." Clyde leaned against the locker, a grin spreading across his face. The blonde teen let out his scream as he thought over the answer. His hazel eyes traced over the three and lingered on Craig the longest. Finally he gave curt nod of the head. Which caused Token to grin, and Clyde to break out into a smile. Craig in pure silence, studied to boy carefully for one last time.
That is how the delinquent, known as Craig Tucker, met the creep, Tweek Tweak.
This is it for the first chapter! Please review it helps me out a lot to know what my readers think! Chapter two will be here shortly!