Everyone felt sorry for him.Ifelt sorry for him. And anyone who knows me knows I'm not the type to feel sympathy to anyone for any reason. But how could we not? From what we knew about him at the time, Tweek Tweak was a jittery little blonde with horrible anxiety issues, an unfortunate addiction to coffee, and a possible case of schizophrenia.

That image of him was completely shattered for me on a day that should have been perfectly normal but, thanks to a couple of horrible decisions, led us to where we are now.

It started with a panic attack during English. Knowing only what I knew about him then, this would be a perfectly normal thing. Especially during a group project. (Its way too much pressure!) Mr. Garrison (who seemed to some how end up becoming our teacher no matter how old we got) told him he could leave the room to calm down. Now, this is where the bad decisions come in.

"Mr. Garrison, I'll help him." In all honesty I just wanted to get out of the classroom since I was about to die of boredom. Apparently the rest of the class was pretty shocked but Garrison wanted me out of his classroom anyway.

"I nngh don't need any help..." Tweek said, grabbing the thermos he had started bringing to school with him around sixth grade and the shoulder bag he carried instead of a backpack. Our eyes met briefly and I caught a bit of... anger? Then I knew I had to go with him.

"Nonsense Tweekie, after such a violent attack you must be exhausted. Here, let me carry that for you." I snatched the Thermos from his hand and pulled him by the sleeve out of the classroom. A flurry of whispers erupting as I dragged him out of the classroom.

Aside from his occasional outbursts, our little walk was surprisingly quiet, a little bit a little uncomfortable since the whole time I was sure I could feel his pretty little green eyes staring daggers at me. I wasn't too sure where we were going but our destination turned out to be the 2nd floor boys bathroom.

This particular bathroom happened to be known for many things. Including being nearly soundproof (according to Kenny), having the goth kids smoke in it at lunch, and for having an extremely loud door that gave perfect warning for anyone doing something against school rules to stop whatever it was they were doing. Granted I didn't fully understand the situation yet, I still knew something was up.

"Alright fat ass, you got me." He pulled a carton of cigarettes from his bag and leaned up against a stall. "But I don't know what good it'll do you. If you haven't noticed, you aren't very credible." He laughed and ran a hand through his unruly blonde hair. Perfectly calm. No shakes, no shivers, no jitters... It was like he had suddenly become a completely different person right before my eyes. Even his voice was different. So calm and unstrained.

If it were anyone else, I would have just played it off as me knowing the whole time and blackmailed them with it later but this was just too much. No one would ever believe this. I didn't even know whether to be completely pissed or totally turned on. You know, in an absolutely not gay and extremely manly way... A few minutes of awkward silence passed. Tweek was content to smoke in peace as I put my thoughts together. My maniputalive mind working at full capacity I see no way of using this little situation to my advantage.

Then it dawned on me. I have a camera phone. It's a phone…. But its also a camera, that's perfect. I stealthily removed it from my pocket.

"What's the point of acting that way? You can't possibly be getting anything out of it." If I could just record this he would never be able to live it down.

He laughed. "Why the fuck not? Come on Chubby, its genius isn't it? I get away with more shit than you do!"

He was right. The blonde didn't even have to participate in PE, he wasn't expected to complete assignments, and since he seemed so helpless, there were people who'd do absolutely anything for him. Hell, he could get away with complete muder and the school would take his side, no questions asked. This power only served to make him more attractive.

God, Hitler would love him... Right, camera phone. No time to delay. "Oh it is genius. Now, smile for the camera!" I revealed the phone to him but he didn't seem impressed.

"A picture won't do a thing. I'll just say you forced me to do this, its your word against mine fat ass." He dropped said cigarette to the floor and crushed it into the tile with his boot. "Oh Jesus! Maybe you even ack drugged me!" In a second Tweek was shaking again and clutching at his hair, bent over in that awkward way he usually stood. "I gah I didn't know what to do!" Then it was gone again. He looked back up at me grinning manically.

"It's on record."

"It's what?"

"It's on record. I'm capturing every word you say and I can show it to every one." I hit the 'end' button on my phone and labeled the video "Twitch". Then I calmly put it in my back pocket. That'll show him to mess with me... Of course, it obviously didn't show him anything.

"Give me the phone." he dropped his bag to the ground. I should have just given it to him right then. That would have saved me a lot of trouble.

"No."