The Wolf Conspiracy
There he sat at his usual lunch table, head bowed down inspecting his rather suspicious looking cheese sandwich. The cold wind was whipping at his face, blowing his messy golden hair in every direction. His friends were talking around him and he was happily listening, not needing to voice his opinion. He gripped his coffee thermos tightly, trying to absorb some of the heat. They were sat outside even though it was a bitterly cold day; they always sat on the picnic benches. The cafeteria was too crowded and always stunk of unappealing food. Five people were currently sat around the table. Stan and Cartman were discussing a sports program that had been on the television whilst Kyle was teaching Butters the multi-store model of memory, something that the little blond just couldn't get his head around. Tweek grinned as he looked up and saw the person missing from the equation.
"There he is, my gorgeous Tweekers," exclaimed Kenny beaming as he stood behind Tweek and grabbed him around the waist. Being called gorgeous always made the golden-haired boy unbelievably happy and he didn't care if this made him sound like a girl. Tweek did have some feminine features, his face was round and he had big butterscotch coloured eyes. He also wore his feelings on his sleeve for the whole world to see, he couldn't help it.
"Hey, Kenny," he replied, blushing as he bent his head back for a kiss. Kenny happily obliged leaning his head forward to meet Tweek's lips inhaling in his sweet scent of coffee and peppermint.
"How has my little darling been?"
"Oh well I've been okay. The test in English was quite hard and as I was doing it I thought I saw a- a wolf outside, but I managed to shake the idea out of my head thinking it's probably a big dog. Then I realised th-that the name of the play we're studying is Who's Afraid of Virginia WOOLF?! It could be some kind of conspiracy." Tweek began to pull at his hair again, remembering the worry he had felt earlier that day. The teacher had just ignored him telling him to get on with his test.
Kenny laughed and slipped into the seat next to him. "You're right Tweek there could be a wolf out here. It could be lurking in the bushes right now."
"Oh God it could? Gahh I don't want to be attacked." He darted his head around panicking before gripping onto his boyfriend, burying his head in his chest.
"Well then you better snuggle up close."
"Why is everyone a-allowed outside?"
"The school is keeping it quiet, doesn't want to create alarm."
"Why would they do that? Why would they put us in harm?"
"Like you said it's a conspiracy."
"Th-there could be more wolves, there could be hundreds, no WAIT THOUSANDS. We don't stand a chance!"
Kenny chuckled to himself amused at his boyfriend's reaction. "And you look so delicious as well."
"OH God too much pressure!" screamed Tweek.
This proved the final straw for Kyle, who looked up from coaching Butters and shot Kenny a glare. "Tweek, Kenny's just being an idiot there are no wolves around this area. The school isn't involved in a conspiracy, besides there are no wolves in 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' it's merely referring the feminist writer."
"So we're all safe?" Kyle nodded. Tweek breathed a sigh of relief and lightly hit Kenny in the chest. Kenny grabbed Tweek's hands and softly kissed the knuckles, staring into his eyes apologetically.
"I didn't mean to upset you, Tweek, you're just so cute when you're freaking out."
Tweek nodded and let out a small laugh. It was actually quite funny when he thought about it. Kenny was just having a bit of fun, a laugh. Like he said he didn't want to cause harm or upset to his boyfriend. Tweek cuddled up close to Kenny smiling to himself. He thought he had exactly what he wanted: a full thermos of fresh coffee and a loving boyfriend who cared about him and only him. Things however were not that simple.
Craig Tucker was staring across at the 'oh so heart-warming' scene with narrowed eyes. He was leaning against the wall of their high school. It was angled in a way that gave him a very clear view of Tweek and Kenny. He mumbled something incoherent to himself and took a long drag of his cigarette, closing his eyes so he didn't have to be subjected to such sickening scenes of affection. 'It's not right' he thought to himself. Clyde was standing to his left, fiddling absent-mindedly with the tassels on his scarf.
"Dude, if you want to talk to Tweek so much then just go over there," he muttered.
Craig shot his head up and glared at Clyde. "What?"
"I see the way you stare at him. You look like you have something you want to say."
"I don't have anything to say."
"Well then maybe you just feel like a meaningless chat with him? That's cool I have them all the time."
"It's going to look really great if I stroll up to him whilst he's being groped by his boyfriend isn't it? What would I say, 'hey, Tweek, I know you're terrified of me but I think you're awesome. Oh please let's be friends.' Besides what makes you think I want to talk Tweek? I never talk to Tweek." Craig threw his arms up in the air forcefully, a sign that he was getting frustrated about what he was saying.
"Well ermm your reaction kind of shows that you want to talk to him. Plus you can't stop glaring holes into Kenny."
"I have a lot of reasons to be annoyed with McCormick."
"Really, because I thought he was meant to be one of your closest friends."
Craig gave Clyde an exasperated look. "That doesn't mean I don't find him very annoying, so take the hint and shut up."
Clyde gave Craig a disappointed, slightly hurt look, the type he gave out so regularly before walking off. "You know what I give up I'm going to find Token." Craig thought nothing of this. Clyde gave up with him every day, often multiple times. He would always go off to find Token, only to see that he was otherwise engaged with Nicole. Then he would contemplate finding Damien and Christophe before realising that whatever air of annoyance Craig gave off, there's was ten times larger. Clyde would run back to Craig brandishing some form of food, everything forgotten. It was part of their daily routine, no point changing it. He closed his eyes and took another drag on his cigarette, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs. As he exhaled and opened his eyes he noticed to his horror that McCormick was walking over to him, hands linked with a very scared looking Tweek. Suddenly he was very nervous. He wanted to run away but of course he couldn't. So he just stood there, his body language and facial expression giving the clear impression of 'fuck off.'
"Kenny, Gahh, why do you need me with you? I d-don't talk to Craig. He doesn't like me," whispered Tweek as he was dragged towards the chullo wearing boy.
"I just want to ask him something and then we'll to head to Chemistry okay?" replied Kenny comfortingly, his bright blue eyes shining down with affection, his blond hair framing them beautifully. Tweek instantly relaxed looking into these eyes. "Besides," continued Kenny, "Craig has no reason not to like you. He gives off that impression to everyone but deep down he actually has feelings. He's like a sheep in wolves clothing!"
"So you're saying that he's all fluffy on the inside?" asked Tweek cautiously.
Looking at Craig's irritated stance and the utterly annoyed look plastered over his face Kenny laughed. "Well... perhaps not. What I'm saying is that he's really not as fearsome as he likes to appear."
Kenny stopped whispering and smiled as Craig came into ear shot. Looking up at Craig, Tweek felt completely intimidated. He was so tall, reaching around six-foot-three, which made him the tallest in the year. He had an incredibly sharp face, black hair and dark, menacing, grey eyes. The girls called him brooding and as many of them found this undeniably sexy he was certainly not short of female affection. There were a couple of girls at that moment actually, sitting on a table nearby, shooting him alluring glances and fluttering their eyelashes.
"Hey there, Tucker, how's it going?" chimed Kenny.
"Fine," Craig stared straight-faced at Kenny, quickly flicking his gaze over to the warm butterscotch eyes of Tweek who was twitching nervously. Tweek let out a short yelp when he noticed Craig looking at him. Kenny chuckled and squeezed Tweek's hand tighter. "What do you want, McCormick?"
"I'm bowled over by how polite you are, Craigy boy. Remember last week when you were rolling around on the floor from nicotine craving and I valiantly lent you my last cigarette?"
"No."
"Oh well, maybe it hasn't happened yet, but it will do soon."
Craig knew exactly where Kenny was going with this "just take them and fuck off," he muttered as he grudgingly threw his packet at the blond, and walked off to class. Unfortunately his aim was somewhat a miss and he hit Tweek square in the eye. The coffee lover blinked rapidly as he felt the water build up. Kenny picked the cigarette packet up off the ground and softly stroked Tweek's cheek. "Maybe you're right, Tweek. Perhaps Craig is a big bad wolf after all."
Craig stormed down the hallway reaching his locker and giving it a forceful kick. The locker as always swung open revealing its dreary contents. A few text books, a folder and a pair of trainers occupied the bottom shelf. The top shelf was home to an array of pens, many of them broken and a slowly rotting apple that he couldn't be bothered to throw away. He grabbed his physics text-book, cursing about how much he hated the subject. On his way to physics he walked past a big poster showing a glowing picture of the moon, 'Winter Ball tickets on sale now. Slow dance with your love in the moonlight.' Craig scowled at the poster. He hated dances, he hated any social occasions. Girls always tried to convince him to take them. He always got loads of unwanted attention and bribes. It was as if he was some kind of glorious prize.
Craig wasn't part of the popular crowd in school, he wasn't a jock. He didn't go to all the parties and have friends to throw away but he had the intense persona and perfect face that girls died for. The fact he had never shown an interest in any one of them made him even more desirable, with every girl wanting to be 'the chosen one.' A lot of the boys in the school couldn't stand him for this. They especially couldn't comprehend why he wasn't accepting the countless offers for sex he was being given whilst they worked very hard to get some. Yet they would never pick on Craig. Craig Tucker intimidated everyone, especially when he was in the company of Damien and Christophe. The three of them, although they had never done anything particularly special, commanded such an air of authority. People respected them. They never sucked up to people and they never bullied the innocent. Craig often spent his time around these two boys. Clyde would commonly join them, Clyde was a full-blown jock but he hated the other jocks in the school, deeming them 'fake' and 'a bunch of total retards.'
Craig continued walking down the hallway, ignoring the other posters. Most people nodded as he passed them. The occasional girl would flutter her eyes or blush. One even stopped him.
"Hey there, Craig," she said, leaning forward slightly to emphasise her cleavage.
"Heidi," replied Craig shortly, attempting to keep walking. She stepped in front of him, blocking his path.
"How are you doing?"
"Fine."
"I noticed you looking at my poster, do you like it? I spent such a long time on them." No you didn't he thought. They took you five minutes to bang together on Photoshop.
"They're good yeah."
"Have you found yourself someone to slow dance with yet?"
"I'm not going."
"Oh that's a shame. Would having someone to slow dance with change your mind?"
"No." Craig gently pushed passed her as the tardy bell rang. He was now going to be late to physics, fucking perfect another step towards another detention. He let out a low growl from the back of his throat, flipping off a small startled looking ginger kid who just happened to be walking by. This was one of the many reasons he really couldn't stand girls.
"You've missed your chance, Craig," she called after him, pouting her lips. Completely ignoring her he shoved open his classroom door and barged in.
The rest of the week passed excruciatingly slowly for Craig Tucker. The weeks always went slowly. He continued to glare at Kenny McCormick, he continued to see the fear in Tweek's eyes and he continued to be pounced on by girls begging him to take them to the ball. He didn't see why they couldn't take the hint. He wasn't interested in dating any of them he wanted to be left alone. The weekend had gone slowly as well. He'd gotten into an argument with his dad about what he wanted to do with his life. His dad wouldn't leave him alone about this, he had every belief that his son would grow up to be a failure unless he started to put in some harder work. Craig knew that if his dad looked a little harder into his life, he'd see that he was actually doing very well in all of his tests and was very near the top of his classes. However Mr Tucker only bothered to notice the detention letters and late slips, therefore assuming that his son didn't give two shits about his education.
"Where are you going?" yelled his dad as Craig pulled on his hat and coat.
"I'm going out." He reached forward and opened the door, breathing in the cold, fresh air.
"No you fucking aren't, you're going to work!"
"I've already told you I've done all my work," replied Craig coolly, turning around to flip his dad off before slamming the door. He could hear his dad shouting profanities on the other side. He knew that he wouldn't be able to re-enter the house until much later. He needed to give his dad a long time to calm down. He sighed and headed over to Christophe's house, knowing that his French friend also had an irritating family. He knew that at this exact moment Kenny was at Tweek's house. They were bound to be laughing, kissing, playing games and generally having a fun time. Life sucked reflected Craig.
A/N: Hello peeps. Thanks for giving the beginning of my story a read! Yeah the title is due to the whole 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' thing, I just though it fitted and I suck at title names. Fear does play a big part in this story and apparently wolves play a big part in this chapter...
