Chapter 4: Craig has Style
I remember the day Craig helped Stan and Kyle.
It was a Monday, the fourth of January, just after Christmas break ended.
Craig different that day. He didn't act different, but his eyes shined with a new determination. He had something he was going to do, and it was going to end well if he had anything to say about it.
And Craig Tucker has something to say about everything.
He was distracted all morning. I knew better than to bother him. He was thinking about how to act out the plan he no doubt had in his head.
Because Craig always had a plan for everything.
He never liked exiting things, that surprise him. Because they weren't in his plan. They messed up his whole schedule he spends the night preparing.
He was going to do something big, I could tell. The look in his eyes was harsh and sharp.
But even through all of his inner debates, he still remembered to help me button my shirt this morning.
He didn't stop watching Kyle on the bus. I watched him to. Just to see what had Craig so captivated.
Kyle just did what he normally does, his homework. And occasionally he would look at Stan with, a sad look.
Everyone new Kyle loved Stan and Stan loved Kyle. Everyone but them of course. They kept accidentally friend zoning each other.
That was what me and Craig were like at first. Just best friends. But I soon noticed how whenever I referred to Craig as my friend his eyes flashed a little. So I stopped referring to him as my friend, and started sitting a little closer to him. Soon we were cuddling regularly and he started kissing me. It wasn't even a real transition, we just went from friends, to more. I don't even remember when it happened. It just did.
Like walking up a gradual hill, you don't notice your on the top until you can look down at the area you just were, and its below you. That was a bad example, but I don't really know how to word it.
But Stan and Kyle, didn't look at each other close enough, "scared of what they might find if they do," Craig said.
I ask him why he watched Kyle the whole bus ride when we arrive at the school.
"I'm tired of watching them, they aren't going to figure it out for themselves. They're to chicken shit to do it. Its been years. I am going to help them move things along," he said.
I liked that answer," I th-think-Gah!- everyone is tired o-of watching them r-run circles around e-each other-Hnng!."
He laughs quietly under his breath.
I watched Craig closely for the rest of the day, curious as to how he would carry out his plan.
He just watched Stan and Kyle together, then watched Kyle walk away, and watch Stan sulk for a bit.
"Not him, I can't tell him…." he whispers.
Then he walks the same direction as Kyle.
I'm curious to know why he couldn't talk to Stan. But know isn't the time to ask, Craig in in determination mode, I don't think a tank could stop him.
He stops me a few yards away from where Kyle is standing by the water fountains. "Stay," he said, and I did.
He walks up to Kyle, taps his shoulder, and when Kyle looked at him, he said, "Stan likes you." and then he walked away.
"Th-that's it?" I asked.
"That's it," he said back.
And it was, later that day, people talked about Stan and Kyle holding hands in the hallways.
Craig was especially proud for the rest of that day.
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