Craig Tucker Must Die chapter 2: Thomas Miller (Aka 'tourettes kid')
The blond watched as his boyfriend walked past him in the hallway with a bunch of his friends. Craig didn't even glance his way as he and his friends walked by. Instead of worrying, Tweek figured that he just didn't notice him standing there and brushed it off. Hugging his books to his chest, He sighed. Tweek understood why he and Craig had to keep their relationship a secret, but he still felt a pang in his chest whenever he had to tell someone that they were "just friends."
They had been secretly dating for a month now and it was starting to eat at Tweek that they couldn't be open about their relationship. At first, when Craig was still being blackmailed by Pip, Tweek didn't mind keeping the secret because he had to. And for a while, it was fun having such a big secret from everybody else. His own parents didn't even know. But the fun faded pretty fast.
Even though he was openly gay, that didn't stop some of the girls in school from trying to shamelessly flirt with Craig. Tweek hated watching some slut trying to force herself onto his boyfriend right in front of him. Thankfully though, Craig always turns them down. But guys that tried to flirt with Craig were a whole different story.
Sure their relationship was kinda screwed up but Tweek refused to think that it was doomed. For once, he tried looking on the bright side of things. He really cared for Craig and Tweek knew that Craig loved him back, that's all that matters...Right?
Maybe he'll talk to Craig about it later. Right now he had to get to his English class before the bell rang.
Tweek just made it into the classroom just as the bell rang. The teacher, who Tweek was certain was a government spy, glared at him and ordered him to his seat. He passed Craig on his way to his desk. He smiled at him as he sat down a few desks beside him. Craig smiled back, giving Tweek a wink. The blond blushed. That was their secret sign for when they wanna meet in private. Tweek mouthed to meet him at 'their spot' after class.
Smiling, Tweek turned in his seat to face the front. He decided he would talk to Craig about coming out after class. Surly he couldn't say 'no' while their standing in the place where they first kissed.
"SHIT! COCK, COCK!"
Tweek's thoughts were cut off by the random obscenities being shouted by an unfamiliar blond boy sitting up in the front row. Upon seeing the boy, Tweek couldn't shake the feeling that he's seen him once before.
"Class," The teacher got every one's attention off the new boy. "We have a new student joining us today." He gestured for the blond boy to stand up. Hesitantly, he obeyed and stepped out from behind his desk.
He was tall and thin with choppy, sand colored hair. His square shaped face was flushed and his dark green eyes were locked on the floor. "H-hello..." He said shyly. He shifted uncomfortably as he continued to stand there. It was obvious he was not comfortable having all eyes on him. Tweek felt kinda bad for the shy boy. He knew how he felt. When he was little he hated it when people stared at him after one of his little spazz attacks.
Thank god for Ritalin and coffee or Tweek would still be like that. He was grateful that his parents were embarrassed enough by their son's outbursts and paranoia's that they bought him all the right meds to help him.
"His name is Thomas Miller." The teacher added. "You all may have noticed his...random spasms, but I want all of you to ignore it and treat him equily. Am I understood?" Loud groaning from the class was their answer. Nodding in approval, the teacher allowed Thomas to sit down. Before taking his seat though, Thomas lifted his eyes off the floor and observed the other students faces.
For a short instant, Tweek's and the new boys eyes met. Tweek quickly glanced away. Heat rushed to his face in a full out blush though Tweek didn't know why. He guessed that he was just embarrassed for being caught staring. Thomas' own eyes lingered on Tweek for a moment before moving on to the girl sitting beside him. After studying each and every one of his peers, Thomas finally took his seat, shouting out a few obscenities while doing so.
Tweek could have sworn he heard the boy mumble silent apologies under his breath.
'Thomas...' Tweek thought. The boy's name lingered in his thoughts as he drilled holes into Thomas' back with his intense hazel eyes. For some reason he could not shake the feeling that he knew this boy from somewhere, he just didn't know where. Tweek pondered over this all throughout the rest of class.
Tall, lanky and awkward looking. He was definitely not Bebe's best target but he would have to do. It wouldn't be that hard for people to believe that she actually liked this guy. She was a total flirt after all. Even when she was with Craig she would playfully flirt with guys. One day she would be feeling the muscles of a tough wrestler, and the next she would be posing for some cute artist guy.
What could she say, she loved the attention.
Rule number one of getting a guy too like you; Look hot. Bebe took out her compact mirror and looked her face over. She frowned. The girl that looked back didn't much resemble the beautiful, charming girl that once ruled South Park High. The features were the same, she even dolled herself up a bit just for the occasion. Low cheekbones, full lips, and her shimmering blond hair was pulled back in a curly pony tail.
The difference was in the expression and in her eyes.
She looked tired, like she had been up all night. Though she made sure to get a full nights sleep to make her alert and awake for the next day. The dark bags under her eyes had been hidden with make up and she had drank a full cup of coffee to wake herself up. But not even six cups of coffee could liven up her dull eyes. She's never looked so exhausted. The stress of losing her boyfriend and her popularity was starting to affect her looks.
Bebe could have sworn she saw a gray strand in her hair while she was brushing it out this morning. That was the final straw, she decided. She was going to have to get her revenge as soon as possible. Bebe feared that she would lose her mind if she didn't.
It was time to make the first move.
"How do I look?" She asked her partner in crime, who was leaning against his locker sipping tea from his thermos. Damien, Pip's boyfriend, stood close beside him with his arms folded over his chest. Both boys gave her a nod in approval.
"You look great." Said Pip. "Knock him dead." Bebe nodded to her "friends" and took off after her target. Once she was gone, Pip laughed and nudged Damien lightly with his elbow. "Can you believe that arrogant girl?" He snorted. Damien smirked at his boyfriend. "She thinks that every guy is in love with her. I almost feel bad for the poor dear!"
"Who? Bebe or the new guy?" Damien joked, slinging his arm around Pip's shoulder. Pip laughed and swotted at Damien's chest.
"Both!"
Thomas stared, dazed by the blond boy walking in front of him. 'That hair,' He thought. A bright blush darkened his pale face. 'It's like a lion's main.'
Tweek walked quickly to his next class, not wanting to be late. He was completely unaware of the hazed eyes that watched him from behind. If he had, he would have surly freaked out. He hated the feeling of having someone watching him. And Thomas was sure that Tweek would bug out if he saw a freak like him checking him out. He's always had a low self esteem. His disability played a huge role in taking down his confidence.
But how could he not be self conscious? He was as tall and as thin as a pole. He was an awkward klutz and on top of that he was a new kid in a new school with no friends. Not to mention his...random out bursts.
Someone as perfect as Tweek could never understand what it's like to be a twitchy, awkward freak. Could he?
Thomas' question was left unanswered as a hand grabbed him by the arm. The grip was strong enough to make him stop. Thomas turned around to see a pretty blond girl smiling up at him. She was tall, not as tall as Thomas though, and willowy. Her shimmering blond hair was tied back in a curly ponytail behind her pretty, delicate face. What could a girl like this possibly want from Thomas?
"Hi, I'm Bebe." The girl said and gave a little wave with the hand that wasn't holding Thomas' arm."Your new here right?" Thomas nodded and she smiled wider."Cool. Look, if you need any help getting around, wanna know some names or just want someone to talk to I'm-"
"T-that's nice. But um, can you tell me who that is?" Thomas asked, pointing to Tweek who was half way down the hall. Bebe frowned.
"That's Tweek Tweak, don't worry about him. He's a total geek." She rolled her eyes and scowled in Tweek's direction. Bebe didn't notice the dreamy look pass over Thomas' flushed face. "Thanks," He said softly, pulling his arm out of Bebe's grasp."It was nice meeting you, but I gotta go." He waved at her over his shoulder and went in the same direction Tweek went. But not without unintentionally screaming out random obscenities.
"SHIT! SHIT! COCK BITCH!"
Bebe watched him as he quickly walked away with her jaw hung open. She stood like this until a highly amused Pip, who had been watching the whole thing came up from behind her and patted her on the shoulder. "Aw, turned you down, huh?" He teased and shrugged his shoulders."Well, better luck next time I-"
She whirled around and glared at the blond boy. "Shut up!" She snapped before storming off the opposite direction from the one Thomas took. As she passed, Bebe slammed shoulders hard with Pip. His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he grinned. Rubbing his now sore shoulder, Pip smirked and muttered to himself "Wow, touchy!"
A/N: Can you believe it? Bebe lost two guys to Tweek? He must have some sort of gay beam that makes guys gay for him XD JK, anyway, please stay tooned for more!