They always turn out shorter then they look :sigh: Might continue this one if I get motivated....

Don't own

"Tweek!"

I screamed and fell out of my seat. I looked up to see my teacher, who hovered over me, glaring. I jumped up and tried to compose myself but I failed miserably.

The kids in the classroom all started laughing at me.

I could feel the tears well up in my eyes and I raced out of the class. It was sad, in tenth grade, I still had freak-outs and cried at school.

Truly tragic.

I ran into the boy's bathroom and into the stall, slamming the door close. I leaned against the door, keeping it closed. I started crying. I was acting like a girl, running into the bathroom and crying until someone comes and gets me.

Footsteps pounded on the tiled floor as they came closer.

'Speak of the devil' I couldn't help but think. I sniffed quietly, praying that person didn't hear. I yelped as a knock came from the door.

"Tweek, I know what happened. Please come out." A familiar voice pleaded.

I slowly opened the door, wiping the tears away. I came face to face with none other then Craig Tucker.

Craig sighed and pushed my bangs out of my eyes. He wiped the tears away, whispering, "You have to stop spacing in class."

I looked down at the ground, avoiding Craig's stare. I mumbled, "Can't help it."

Craig groaned quietly, "Yes, you can. Pay attention, cut back on the coffee-"

"NO!" I screamed, pulling on my hair. "N-No, I ca-can't, not the c-coffee."

"Okay, okay. Fine, I won't say anything about the coffee." Craig held up his hands in defense. He finished, "Just try to pay attention a little bit more. Then if someone tries to get your attention, you'll expect it."

I calmed down and detangled my fingers from my hair, wincing as I yanked out some tangles. I looked away, feeling stupid for yelling at Craig. I jumped when a hand closed around my shoulder.

Craig squeezed my shoulder lightly and pulled me into a hug.

I could feel my face heat up as I rested my head on Craig's shoulder. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around the older boy's torso, cursing myself for hardly being able to trust him. I feared the worst, he was going to reject me, call me gay, and then come to my house, beat me up, and burn my house down with in it.

Craig suddenly pulled away, smiling, "Now, get back to class and pay attention for once." He playfully flicked my nose and turned around on his heel, walking out of the bathroom.

And then it hit me.

I like Craig Tucker.