Tweek rubbed his clammy hands on his dark, blue jeans. He wasn't feeling well, and this heat wave wasn't helping. Sweat glistened on his pale skin, gradually spilling down past his big, blue eyes. His usually tangled, feral hair was now laying tame on his head, covered in perspiration. His short, shallow breaths echoed in his mind as he monitored them, trying to keep them steady. Tweek weakly shifted in his chair, looking around at his classroom to keep concentrated. He focused at the small paint chippings that were peeling off the wall. It was a cream, white color that was lush yet subtle. Tweek began to drift, so he hastily adjusted his focus to something else. He watched a small leaf drift in from the window, the cool morning breeze bringing little relief. The sun blinded him while its light danced and glistened like a million diamonds. It was like looking at an amazing treasure that you could never grasp. Tweek shifted his gaze to the lime-green trees, waving in the wind as if saying hello.

'Hello Trees.' Tweek said in his head, smiling slightly to himself.

Tweek then glanced at the teacher, whose hairpiece was drenched in sweat. His lips kept moving, but Tweek couldn't understand what he was saying. Not like it was ever interesting. Cartman sat near the front, his usually fat self was unusually skinny ever since the warm weather came. His brown hair lay flat on his head, due to the heat as well. His hat lay on his desk; he probably took it off because he was so hot. He was smiling cockily, saying something to Kyle. Stan sat near him, looking normal as always. Kenny sat on Stan's left, probably dead from a heat stroke. You could never tell with the hunk of clothes he is always wearing. Kyle was on the other side of Cartman, sending his 'friend' glares for no particular reason. Maybe because Cartman always made fun of him for being a Jew. Clyde was sitting closer to Tweek, and if Tweek listened really closely he could hear his soft breathing. Creepy, but soothing. Tweek then dared to look at the one person that manages to keep his attention. The taller boy, sitting to the left of Tweek, had black hair that always was messily made and hidden under a hat. He wasn't even breaking a sweat, his dark, blue eyes gazing lazily at the teacher. His long legs stretched out from under the desk, twitching slightly from boredom. His soft lips were slightly parted, and his cheeks were pale but tinted with a pink color. Tweek sighed deeply, sliding back in his seat to hide his oncoming convulsions. Too much coffee, like always. Craig always seemed to set them off as well, so it wasn't a surprise that staring at him brought this on.

"Gmff…" Tweek mumbled, his cheeks flushing. He tried to hide it, but the more he worried about Craig seeing, the more he writhed in his chair from the pressure. The sun's rays seared on Tweek's face and the tapping of the teacher's fingers on his desk seemed to beat along with Tweek's heart. Everything oscillated, whirling into a mosaic of colors.

"Gah!" Tweek squeaked, clenching his fist. Everyone turned to look, even though they were aware of who it was and why. Tweek blushed, waiting for the jokes.

"AHAHAHA! Tweek you freak." Cartman yelled, ignoring the teacher's annoyance and protests. "Want some more coffee, twitchy?"

"Don't say- Gah!" Tweek twitched again, the pressure building as the stares continued.

"C'mon, leave him alone." Kyle suggested, shaking his head.

"Shut up, Jew." Cartman mumbled, shutting up Kyle immediately. For some reason, Kyle never was able to disobey the jerk.

"Awe, are you going cry? C'mon it was a joke." Cartman leered.

"I-I'm not crying…" Tweek mumbled, hot tears forming in the blue eyes.

"Boy, you are such a girl. You're hot though." Cartman said loudly, causing wide eyed stares.

"W-what?!" Stan called out, breaking the shocked silence.

"Aw come on, you know what I'm talking about. This is a boy's only school and I'm bored. So for now, I'm gay. And if you know what's good for you, you should grab dibs before all the good ones are taken." Cartman said, shrugging as if it was normal to suddenly say such information. His recent weight loss must have gone to his head.

"You're messed up." Clyde said after another long silence, causing Cartman to laugh.

"You all noticed it. Kyle and me, Kenny and Stan. It's only a matter of time, besides you're losers if you can't get anyone. " Cartman answered.

Tweek glanced around for the teacher, noticing he had already left in anger. This was getting uncomfortable, and Tweek felt like he had to vomit. Tweek searched out the faces, looking for his friend he could ask for help with that wouldn't make fun of him. Kyle was unusually quiet, staring at Cartman in awe. Stan and Kenny were looking at each other in a knowing way, or maybe it was confusion. Clyde was going off on Cartman, while Craig had his middle finger up to the gay couples. Then Tweek saw Butters, hunkered in his desk near the door, listening quietly.

Tweek glanced around, wondering if he could get there without anyone saying anything about him getting up.

"I call dibs on Kenny!" Stan frantically called out, grabbing the blonde boy. Kenny mumbled something inaudible, a sly look on his face.

"I told you all! Fags." Cartman said, enjoying the chaos he created. Cartman glanced at Tweek, then winked.

"Ah, gmmff." Tweek muttered, turning a carmine color.

Craig stood up, slamming his fist on the desk, his eyes glaring at Cartman as if to dare him to continue.

"Oh?" Cartman asked, a smirk playing on his lips. He stood up as well, staring back. "You have a problem?"

Tweek glanced at Craig, wondering what got him so pissed off. Usually, he was always calm and collected.

"I just think its stupid, Cartman. A stupid idea." Craig said through clenched teeth, his fist turning white.

"What idea?" Cartman asked, playing dumb.

"You know fatass!" Craig yelled, losing his cool.

"Stop it!" Kyle yelled suddenly, standing up while glancing at Tweek. Was that a look of jealously?

'That's it! I have to talk to Butters, this is crazy and I don't even know what's going on.' Tweek thought to himself, setting his eyes back on his friend. Tweek got up quickly, then the room span.

"Butters I…." Tweek managed to get out, before collapsing on the floor unconscious.

"Poke him."

"Shh, he's getting up."

Tweek opened his eyes; the once loud fight was now silent as the class stared at him. Tweek slowly got up, clutching onto a desk for support. The room spun, slowly ending as Tweek regained his focus. The bright fluorescent lights blinded him, so he let his eyes adjust. A lean, cocky boy appeared in his eyes, causing Tweek to blush. He never noticed how cute the boys were at school.

'Stop that! You like girls!' Tweek thought to himself, shaking his head.

Cartman tilted his head, his grin plastered on his face.

"You fainted, what's the matter? Couldn't handle the undeniable fate?" Cartman asked, leaning his arm against a desk.

The rest of the boys stayed quiet.

Did I miss something?

"How long was I out?" Tweek asked, looking at Butters and ignoring Cartman's nonsense.

"An hour." Butters answered, looking uncomfortable.

"Well, tell him." Kyle mumbled, nudging Cartman.

"We all made a decision. We are all gay. That is all." Cartman said in a fake formal voice, nodding his head as if his word was law.

Some boys coughed.

"We never said that!" Clyde yelled angrily, his nose flaring.

"Okay, okay. Well while you were out, Stan asked out Kenny. I made a bet with Clyde that everyone will end up with some other guy. He thinks not so we bet a hundred bucks. Basically, you all better fall in love," Cartman said love with fake emotion, laughing to himself, "or else I'll beat you up."

"Just try it." Craig muttered, his eyes gleaming at his enemy. Cartman just smirked, crossing his arms.

"I-I just need to talk to Butters." Tweek blurted out, grabbing for his friend and walking out the door.

Shouts and hollers were heard, but Tweek ignored them. Cartman's voice came more audible though.

"Butters?! Why him?! I thought Clyde and Bu-." Cartman was silenced by Clyde, or so Tweek guessed because he heard a thud and shouting.

"You'll pay for that Cartman!" Clyde shouted.

Tweek sighed turning to his friend. Butters looked at him with confusion. They stood silent for a second, outside the classroom door.

"I needed your help b-before because I was going to faint but that already happened." Tweek began, blushing at his misfortune. "Now, I just want an explanation. What's happening to our school? Suddenly, guys are looking at me and winking and…"

Butters hushed Tweek, shaking his head.

"It's because this is an all guy school. They are used to having girlfriends or something and sense there are none here, well this is what happens. Not to mention, we all grew up together and things were bound to happen. You don't have to go with it, just ignore it. The only problem for you is that you are really…" Butters paused, glancing at the awaiting Tweek whose blue eyes were fixed upon listening to his friend's wise words. "Well, just don't worry about it."

Tweek nodded, glancing back at the classroom that was bustling with fights and arguments. Cartman was arguing with Clyde and Kyle, saying something about how it was bound to happen. Kenny and Stan were talking, seemingly flirting. Tweek shook his head in disgust, looking at Butters who had gone to join the argument with Cartman. Tweek's eyes landed on Craig, who stood carefully next to Cartman, eyeing him over in distrust and throwing in a mean word to him when necessary. His icy, blue eyes were narrowed in anger but his face remained unchanging, emotionless. Tweek sighed, it'd take awhile to get used to some new couples around here. Stan and Kenny were holding hands. Tweek cringed. A long while.

Clyde stopped arguing, instead glancing at Butters, who was turning to move towards the door. A bell rang, and the whole class froze. With this new information, and the weekend now in session, this was going to be weird.

"Well." Cartman said expectantly, his cocky self unusually undesicive. "Sleepover at my house! You all better be there, tomorrow! Got it?"

Some boys nodded while others shuffled uncomfortably. Cartman never invited everyone over, so it was only for himself and his own wants that he did it. Probably to try to win the bet. Tweek tugged at his mustard-colored shirt, his eyes darting at the boys. They all seemed frozen, looking at eachother for some kind of sturdyness, some kind of reassurance that this wasn't some prank being pulled on them. Tweek felt a warm hand close around his own, hot embarrassment already shooting through Tweek's face as he turned to see who it was. Cartman grinned back, pulling him in an unknown direction.

"Hey, you cheat!" Clyde said angrily behind them, clearly nervous of losing his money.

"Tweek!" Butters yelled, uncertantiy clear in his voice.

Tweek looked up at the taller boy whose brown hair was choppy in the back. His shoulder blades jutted out against his shirt, rising and lowering with his steady breathing. Tweek started shaking slightly, his hand becoming moist against it's captiour.

"Tweek, stop or I won't be able to help myself." Cartman said slowly, walking faster. Tweek squeaked in surprise by the calm, sweet voice that had come out of the jock. Cartman turned to see Tweek's jerks and spasms and just grinned horribly, his eyes lowering.