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I didn't really get as much feedback as I hoped to get, but I'm still going to continue because I like where this is heading! I was suddenly hit with a load of ideas. More feedback would be appreciated this time, though :)

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Contrasted Desire

Chapter Two: Meeting Tweek Tweak


I groaned as the alarm on my phone rang by the side of me that morning. I felt as though I hadn't slept at all. I stopped the annoying ringing of the alarm and fell back against my pillow. Wow, my first day at a new school was that day. It was pretty strange for me. The only times I had changed school was when I got older and, naturally, moved up. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply. Part of me was a little excited, because I wanted to see what the teenagers around here were like, but I was very tired from not sleeping very well last night. Different environment and all of that.

A knocking on my door made me open my eyes.

"Craig, honey? Are you awake?" mom called.

"Yeah, I'm getting up now..." I called back. I slowly got out of bed and yawned loudly. God, I really needed to get a shower to wake up...

With my usual clothing in my arms (some sort of band shirt, black skinny jeans, black converses, dark blue jacket and matching chullo hat), I went to the bathroom, put down the clothes, undressed, and hopped into the shower. Well, hopped isn't the really the right word to describe it. It was more the sort of movement a fish out of water would make. 'Hopping' wasn't really something that I was feeling awake enough to do. Slowly, this day seemed like it was going to be awful, and I hadn't even been awake ten minutes. All I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and sleep for hours on end.

Luckily, once I had finished showering and getting dressed, I was a little more awake. I brought my things for school downstairs with me, and sat down at the table where mom had left me a plate of toast and a glass of water. How thoughtful.

"Hurry up and eat, Craig. If you don't leave soon you're going to be late," she said. I silently bit into my toast, daydreaming about the day to come. For some reason, I was starting to feel a tiny bit nervous, which was strange, as I had never really felt nervous before.

"You'll be fine, darling. It's not that much of a big school either, so you won't get lost or anything," mom said as I placed the plate and glass into the dishwasher.

"It's not getting lost I'm nervous about," I muttered. I put my rucksack on my shoulders and headed to the door. Mom quickly wrapped me in a hug before I left.

"Have a great day, Craig," she said. "I'll have a word with Thomos today," she added in a quieter voice. I nodded, exited the house, and closed the door behind me. Bloody hell, it was cold. Maybe I should have brought some gloves with me.

I shoved my hands in my jean pockets and started walking down the street towards school. Mom had showed me the way there this morning, and it was actually pretty simple on how to get there. So, there I walked, with Three Days Grace in my ears, to my first day. And what a hell of a first day it was.


"Uh, excuse me?" I said at the main office once I arrived. The woman peered over her glasses at me and smiled.

"Oh, are you the new boy, Craig Tucker?" I nod. "Welcome to South Park High, Craig. Here's your timetable..." She handed me the piece of paper. "This school is pretty easy to find your way around in. You'll learn it all off by heart in no time! To get to your registration class, you simply walk to the end of this corridor, turn left, and it will be the first door on the right, okay?"

"Yeah, thank you," I say.

"You're welcome. Have a nice first day!" I nodded and quickly walked from there. She was a bit too cheerful for me.

I walked down to my registration class and opened the door. Thanks to my amazing luck, the class had already been registered and were all staring at me as I walked in.

"Oh, you must be Craig?" The teacher said at the front of the classroom. He wore a bright green shirt and his voice was rather camp.

"Um, yes."

"Welcome. I'm Mr Garrison. You'll learn all of these bloody people's names after a while, I did. You can sit... In that empty seat next to Clyde."

"Clyde?"

"Over here!" A boy with brown hair at the other side of the classroom gave me a little wave. A darker skinned boy sat to the right of him, by the wall. I walked quickly over to them, not wanting to be stared at any longer.

"Do whatever the fuck you all want until whenever your lesson starts," Mr Garrison said as I walked across the classroom. Nobody seemed shocked by what he just said.

"Hi! It's Craig, right?" the brunette said as I sat down.

"Yeah, Craig Tucker," I replied.

"I'm Clyde Donovan, and this is Token Black," he gestured to his friend beside him, who gave a little wave. They both seemed pretty friendly. "Where did you move from?"

"Oh, Chicago."

"I love Chicago!" Token exclaimed. "Why did you move from there?"

"My mom and dad suddenly decided it would be best for my little sister, Ruby, to move here so she would have a better environment to grow up in apparently. Not turn out like me, more like." Clyde and Token both laughed.

"Oh, this isn't a better environment really. All sorts of crazy shit happens here," said Clyde.

"What sort of crazy shit?" I asked.

"All sorts really," said Token. I was pretty worried.


By lunchtime, I hadn't really seen anything crazy, though maybe I was distracted by Clyde and Token. They were pretty good friends already.

I did think at first in Chemistry that I saw some black-haired guy heat up a boiling tube with a flame in his hand instead of a Bunsen Burner, but I decided that it was just my imagination. Well, I did at first, anyway.

"As I'm pretty bad at learning names without being told, could you tell me who everyone is? People we share classes with, anyway." I asked as the three of us sat down at a table.

"Uh, yeah, sure. Firstly, there is Stan's group over there," he said, pointing over to three people at a table. "Stan is the one in the blue hat, Kyle is the one in the green, and Cartman is the one in the red. Well, his first name is Eric, but everyone calls him Cartman. Oh, where's Kenny?" Clyde asked, turning to Token.

"Oh, he died again yesterday. Drowned in Stark's Pond. He'll be back in tomorrow," said Token. I laughed, thinking it was a joke, but I stopped when Clyde and Token weren't laughing themselves.

"Uh, what are you on about?" I asked.

"Kenny always dies, but he comes back. We never used to remember, but then he got us all to record it and watch it when he came back. Pretty weird," Clyde explained. I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Wait, was Kenny...?

"Does Kenny wear an orange parka?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" said Clyde.

"I saw him drowning yesterday," I said.

"Of course, that explains it."

"That's just mental."

"Yep haha. Anyway, what's there more to say about Stan's group? Well, Kenny is a pervert, Cartman is an asshole who always rips on Kyle about him being a Jew, and Kyle and Stan are obviously together. They try and deny it but everyone knows," Token says.

"You said that like it's not really a big deal," I say, astonished.

"It's not around here, because we're quite accepting of same sex couples," said Clyde.

"Oh, that's nice," I said. I could put up with people coming back from the dead if this place was that accepting. Mind you, people coming back from the dead was still incredibly abnormal. I decided not to question it further.

"There's Butters as well," said Token, pointing to a blonde boy in a blue jacket who was sitting down next to Stan. "He is sort of part of their gang now that he is going out with Kenny. Nobody saw it coming; Kenny has never really been in a proper relationship before, with both boys and girls."

"Speaking of girls, on that table next to them there's Red, the one with the red hair. She's pretty nice, but I've never really talked to her much. The one sitting next to her is Nichole, who is Token's ex-girlfriend. Next to her is Wendy, who clearly has a massive crush on Cartman. Nobody saw that one coming, they've always seemed to hate each other. And next to her is... Is Bebe," said Clyde, a blush forming on his face.

"Clyde fancies Bebe a lot," explained Token.

"I don't!"

"Sure you don't. Anyway, next to her is Annie, the one with short blonde hair. Esther is the black-haired one sitting next to her, then there is Heidi with the long brown hair, and finally there's Tammy. They are the most popular girls here," said Token.

"The people on those tables next to them are on the other side of the year, so we don't share lessons with them. We went to the same classes years ago, but not anymore. The table next to them is the toughest and meanest guys in the school. You might want to stay away from them. On the table next to them are Pip and Damien. Pip is the blonde British guy, Damien is the tall black-haired one. Pip always used to get bullied because of his accent and the way he dresses, but after Damien demanded people to stop, no one dared to bully him. It's weird, they are so different, yet they've been together for over a year. It was ever since Damien demanded his father to bring Pip back from the dead, as Damien doesn't quite have that power yet," said Clyde. I blinked at him in shock. What sort of town was this?

"Uh, what on Earth are you talking about now?"

"Damien is the son of Satan," said Token, as if it was completely normal. "Naturally, Damien must have inherited some of Satan's powers, but clearly hasn't developed them fully yet as he couldn't resurrect Pip himself."

"Wait, Satan? Satan exists?"

"Yeah, we've all seen him. Pretty nice guy, actually," said Clyde.

"I'm trying to get my head around all of this. So in this town, it's a normal thing for people to come back from the dead and to be on friendly terms with Satan?"

"Yeah, we've learned not to question it. It's safer that way. Oh, and the last person is Tweek," said Token.

"Tweek?" I asked. "As in Tweek Tweak?"

"Yeah, he's that one sitting by himself with the messy blonde hair. He's a bit mental, to be honest..." said Clyde.

"His parents say it's because he has ADD, but everyone knows that it's because they've been giving him coffee since he was a toddler. He is really paranoid as well," added Token.

"Why is he sitting on his own? Doesn't he have any friends?" I find myself asking.

"No, not really... We don't really mind him, Token and I, but he gets bullied like crazy. It's pretty sad."

As if on cue, one of the taller guys was bent down besides him with a huge grin on his face. He had blonde hair, a bit like Tweek's, though he had his fringe dyed black and he also had black highlights. His friends at their table were laughing loudly.

"You alright, Tweekers?" the guy asked in a sickly sweet voice that made me cringe. I could tell that the poor blonde was shaking.

"GAH! G-get away f-from me!" he yelped.

"N'aww, what's up with my favourite little freak? I just want to give you a tiny kiss, that's all," he said, and Tweek shrieked loudly and edged away from him. I clenched my fists and started to get out of my seat, but Clyde and Token grabbed each one of my arms and pulled me back down.

"Don't! You don't want to start with Trent Boyett of all people! Not only does he have a shit load of friends that would jump in front of a bus if he asked them to, but he is also very dangerous," hissed Token.

"He used to have a massive grudge against Stan, Kyle, Kenny and Cartman as well. He stabbed Kenny and he put Kyle in hospital after ambushing him while he was walking home. Luckily, after someone payed him to beat someone up for him he got distracted by that. He started up a little 'business from then on," said Clyde. Right after he finished speaking, the school bell rang. I looked back over at where Tweek was sitting to find him on the floor with his school things around him. Boyett and his gang were walking away, laughing. I was furious.

"How dare they treat a human being like that? It makes me sick!" I hissed through clenched teeth. I hurried over to the boy on his knees to give him a hand.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked. Tweek shrieked and covered his head with his hands.

"GAH! D-don't hurt me!"

"I'm not going to hurt you, Tweek."

"H-HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?" He was on his feet at this point, his bag back on his shoulders. "A-are you stalking me? OH JESUS!" his hands were now pulling at his hair.

"I'm not stalking you."

"I-I... W-why are you here?"

"I wanted to see if you're alright," I tell him.

"W-why would you care? Oh J-Jesus, it's a trick!" he yelped and ran away from me. I sighed and turned around to see Clyde and Token waiting for me.

"What is wrong with that guy?" I muttered as we walked down the corridor.

"I seriously don't know," said Token.

"What do you guys have now?" asked Clyde.

"I have... Art," I said after fishing out my timetable.

"I've got History," said Token.

"Okay, I have Spanish so I'm not near you guys. See you both in Math!" said Clyde, and he climbed up some stairs near us.

"Why didn't anyone help Tweek earlier after Boyett left?" I asked suddenly as Token and I walked down the corridor.

"No one tends to, really... I mean, Trent Boyett is definitely someone you don't want to mess with."

"Someone has to stand up to that dick. He can't just go around doing what he likes."

"It's dangerous to stand up to someone like Trent. Please Craig, don't get yourself too involved, alright?" he pleaded. I sighed and nodded.

"I won't, Token."

He nodded, and said goodbye as he headed to his classroom. I opened the door to mine and entered to find I was the last to arrive.

"Oh, you're Craig, right? I'll just quickly mark you in on the register. I don't blame you for being late. I'm Miss Rogers," the fairly young teacher said.

"Where should I sit, miss?" I asked. The several pairs of eyes looking at me were a little unnerving.

"Oh, you can sit by... Tweek. He's the small blonde one at the back of the class."

"G-GAH! TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" She motioned me to come closer to the desk.

"He has some... Issues. If it gets too much for you, just tell me, and I'll move you. It's just that I have a feeling it might be good for you to sit next to him. He's find once he starts working," she murmured so only I could hear. I nodded and walked across the classroom to the seat besides Tweek.

"D-DON'T HURT ME!" he screamed when I sat down. A couple of people in the class chuckled. I, for one, didn't really find it humorous.

"Like I said before, I'm not going to hurt you, Tweek," I said softly. He blinked and looked at me properly. I noticed straight away from this that his eyes were huge and a bright blue colour. They were pretty cute, actually.

"Y-you're the guy who h-helped me before," he said in a calmer voice.

"Yeah, I am."

"T-thank you for that before... I-I got s-scared because people don't really h-help me usually. I-I don't blame them. T-Trent is terrifying."

"It was my pleasure. I can't stand bullies."

"Y-yeah... Me too..."

"I'll tell you what we've been doing, Craig." I looked up to see Miss Rogers standing behind me.

"Okay, thanks."

"We've basically been researching into cultures. Basically, you can choose any theme you want, such as love, fantasy and beauty, and look into artists who have made artwork to that theme, finally getting to the point of making a final piece. Because everyone else has already started on their final piece, you can move on straight to that and do the research another time. Here's some paper to get some ideas down." she said.

"Alright, thank you miss." She smiled and walked back to her desk. I turned back to Tweek, who was getting something out of his folder.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"S-sorrow and d-despair," he said. That sounded pretty interesting to me.

"Can I see?" I asked. He hesitated, then nodded. He got out a canvas and placed it on the desk. I stared at it in awe.

He had painted a figure on their knees, with their head in their hands and tears running down their face. Black wings were spread out in the air around him, with blood dripping from the ends. Blood also dripped down his arms and his legs. Through the shadows, you could just see the blonde hair. All that seemed left to so was more of the background.

"That... That is incredible, Tweek. You are a really good artist," I said, still staring at the piece of artwork.

"R-really?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's awesome."

"T-thanks Craig," he smiled.

I returned one of the biggest smiles I had done in years.


Aww.

I just want to quickly point out that I'm NOT American, I come from the UK, so words which are said the same but spelt differently, like grey/gray and favourite/favorite for example, will be spelt how I spell them. I will still use American words like mom and soccer, however.

Anyway, thanks for reading, and please leave a review!