Tweek's p.o.v

It's Monday. I'm at school in English class and the teacher is reading Romeo and Juliet. Thoughts are flying through my head at the speed of light. What's with teachers and Shakespeare? When is the bell going to ring? And most importantly: is Craig going to be there when it does? God I hope he is! You see I have a problem. Craig beats me up mercilessly at least twice a week. My parents know about it and they don't help. My friends know about it and neither do they. But what they don't know is that I actually like it. It's not that I'm a masochist or anything (at least I don't think I am… OH CRAP what if I'm a MASOCHIST!) but this is the only way I can ever really get close to him.

I don't care that it hurts like hell and that because of this I'm even more afraid of my own shadow. I've had a crush on Craig since the seventh grade. Whenever I'm even in the same room as him feel like my real self. Not some twitching spaz that can't get a fucking grip but the person I was supposed to be! And for him to actually touch me? Even with a fist that makes it all the more powerful. The feeling of not being a freak I mean. The feeling of being myself.

I jump about a foot out of my desk because of the sounding of the last bell. I stumble out of my seat when Mrs. McCall excuses the class and grab my messenger bag off of the floor. I can barely contain my excitement when I see that Craig's class across the hall has already been excused. I walk out of the door making my way to the parking lot when I hear a familiar voice say "where do you think you're going, spaz?"

I twitch with excitement and turn around. "AH! C-Craig" I say "I was j-j-just walking home."

"Hm? You were j-j-just walking home?" he says mocking me "I don't think so, freak"

With that he grabs me by the collar and shoves me up against the nearest wall. I suppress a moan. I beg him not to hurt me but instead of complying he punches me in the teeth. I'm not surprised but I am still aroused. I can feel my blood trickling down my chin. Sweet agony. If only the next time he pushes me up against a wall he would kiss me instead of making me bleed I muse. This thought was cut short by a blow to the eye. My head is bounced against the wall and I begin to see stars. I black out.

Craig's p.o.v

Tweek is unconscious. I realize this when I see his legs give out. I let him drop to the ground. That was quick. I would have expected him to last a little longer than that. He usually does. I start to walk away after I give him one last pained look. I wish it didn't have to be this way.

I've had a thing for Tweek ever since junior high. We're sophomores now and the only way I can get close to him is when I hurt him. I've been hurting him since eighth grade now and it's been feeling worse and worse ever since. This is the way it has to be though. If my parents knew I had feelings for another boy they would castrate me. If Tweek knew? I don't know what would happen then. It's better this way.

I walk home in silence. There has to be a better way right?

When I get to my house my little sister Ruby greets me with a middle finger. I flip her off in response and continue on to my room. I flop down on my bed and think. There's got to be a better way.