FFN needs some more Creek!

I think I've read every single Creek story on here.

Write me some Creek people! :D

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Waiting

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

"Nngh," I say through gritted teeth. I dig my finger nails into the bottom of my desk, trying to block out the noise of the ticking clock. A few kids turn to look at me before rolling their eyes and going back to their work. Everyone at school hates me, God; I bet they wish I was dead! Rrgh, what if they kill me?! Jesus Christ! "Augh!" I scream, louder than I'd expected. Mr. Garrison chooses to ignore my outburst and continues explaining why Jennifer Aniston can't get a boyfriend. One pair of eyes linger on my face longer that the others.

Craig Tucker. I'm sure he hates me the most out of everyone else. He always takes time out of his day to make sure mine is just a little worse. Whether he trips me in the hall, pushes my lunch tray onto the ground or does something else to freak me out. It's terrifying; I never know what he'll do next. It's suddenly getting harder to breathe, so I whip out my thermos and take a few chugs, enjoying the feel of warm coffee in my mouth. Coffee never ceases to make me feel better. When I open my eyes, Craig is still staring at me.

I jump and hid my face in my arms. Why is he looking at me? Is he planning to kill me? Oh Jesus that's too much pressure! Oh shit, what if he comes to kill me while I'm asleep?! No way, I can't deal with this. I shoot my hand in the air and wave it, desperately trying to get Mr. Garrisons attention. He rolls his eyes at me. "Yes Tweek?" He says in a bored tone. I twitch.

"Gah! M-Mr. Garrison, may I p-please go to the restroom, nngh?" I say, trying to keep my cool. He sighs and throws the bathroom pass at me. It hits me in the head and I scramble to get out the door as the classroom erupts in laughter. I can still feel Craig's eyes boring into my back as I escape the room. I run to the bathroom and lock the stall behind me, sliding down the wall, ignoring the dirty floor. Dammit.

Wiping tears from my eyes, I sit in the ground and drink my coffee, trying not to think about the way everyone laughs when I get hurt. It's just no fair, it's not like I want to be a twitching paranoid mess, I just am! I tug on my hair and stare into my empty coffee thermos. I need some more coffee.

"Hey, you in here Tweek?" A familiar voice calls. I scream despite myself, and smack my forehead. Shit! Craig knows I'm in here! What if he's going to kill me, right here in the bathroom?! I'm so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I don't notice when Craig opens the door and walks over to me. "Hey, Tweek?" He says; face almost right in front of mine. When I realize he's so close I jump, my head smashing into Craig's chin.

"O-Oh shit! I am so sorry Craig, Jesus, I didn't nngh mean to!" I yell, my hands going up to inspect Craig's chin. There's already a bruise forming. "Oh God, I am so sorry, I'm so stupid, I'm sorry, oh Jesus," I ramble, my hands still on Craig's face. He smirks and pats my knee.

"Don't worry about it Tweekers, Mr. Garrison was throwing a bitch fit about how long you were gone so I came to get you," He says, grabbing my arm and helping me up. I'm thankful he's turned away because I'm blushing so bad I think I might have gotten a fever. He called me Tweekers, he gave me a nickname. He gave me a nickname! Me! Maybe today won't be too bad.

I sit in class, twitching and my eyes keep flickering over to Craig. I can't believe he gave me a nickname. Doesn't he hate me? I would have expected my nickname to be something mean, like Spazzy, but no, he called me Tweekers. I am raking my brain for ideas of why he would do this, and here's what I came up with:

He is an alien, set from Mars, and is using things like nicknames to lure me into his spaceship so they can perform experiments on me.

2. It's a government conspiracy against me, and I'm going to be taken to the white house and murdered.

Craig suddenly got nicer.

I highly doubt number three, but it is a possibility. For the rest of the school day, this is all I think about. He doesn't talk to me at lunch or after school, which makes me more suspicious. I get the feeling that I won't have very much sleep tonight.

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Multi-chapter soon.