Chapter 7: Sad Song and the Nightmare

Disclaimer: I don't own the songs or anything else. The songs "The Middle" belongs to Zedd and Maren Morris and "Consequences" belongs to Camila Cabello.

Warning: Sexual harassment, trauma, suggestive contents/languages, and graphic scenes!

No one's point of view

~ At the school gym~

Tweek and the rest of the girls who made it to the cheer squad are seated in the bleachers. They are given directions and safety within this team. Beginning to understand what to do, they went through warmups, jumps, tumbles, and other drills in cheerleading. Tweek is familiar with some of the moves Heidi showed him. However, there are new techniques he has troubles with, so Nichole provided pointers on how to do it.

"It takes time to get it, so don't be discouraged. Don't second guess yourself. It is only the first day," Nichole inspired him. Thanks to her, he tells himself, 'She's right, I can do it! I'm never giving up!' Sticking to his words, he persisted on applying corrections to the complicated techniques again and again.

"5, 6, 7, 8!" counted Wendy, the cheer captain, as she demonstrated the moves and chant to her cheerleading comrades.

"We are green, black and white! We are proud! We are true! We never hold back! We are here to show you what we got! Go Cows!" they intonated in sync.

~ Time skips (until 4:45 pm)~

"That's a wrap, everybody!" Wendy announced, "We'll continue this on Thursday! Do your best and don't give up!"

"Here are the cheerleading uniforms for you, Tweek," Heidi handed her blonde friend a neatly folded black, white, and dark green clothing. It looks new and fresh; not the old, smelly hands-me-down. "We have someone making these uniforms. By the way, I know you have a small waist, but a big booty. So, you're a size small for the shirt and skirt."

"Oh thanks, Heidi," blessed Tweek though he is slightly bashful of her mentioning him having a 'big booty.'

As Heidi and the girls are putting their things in their bags and leave to go home, Tweek goes to the opposite way to the gym. He knows that he dreads going to that place because of what happened with him and random guys; he has no choices on what place to go to practice his cheerleading.

Entering the gym, he signs up at the front desk and goes to the room. At the room, he first-handed does some warm-ups and stretches including ten pushups, sit-ups, lunges, squats, and miscellaneous workouts. It is excruciating to the point where he wants to take a nap. But he can't give up, so he must suck it up and deal with the pain. No pain, no gain!

He goes to a treadmill to do some jogging. Then, he presses the button to pick up the pace; he did get into a fiery competition with one or two people to see who can run on the treadmill the fastest or something. He could care less if he intentionally or unintentionally challenges them to a treadmill face-off.

'Bitch please, I run this shit like cardio! Fact!' he smirks at them and did his hair flip as if he imagines them as the Buddha boxes, Cartman, and Craig. In fact, he did remember the civil war between him and Craig over the franchise plan. Sadly, Craig defeated him, 'Ha! Take that, Buddha boxes, Cartman, and Craig! I'm slaying the game, so I give them a run for their money!'

He stops the treadmill to go to the next station which is where they have all of the equipment. Unfortunately, he feels a hand smack on his booty on his way. He darts to see one guy older than him giving him a wink and sadistic smile.

"Tight ass, sweetheart," his comment left Tweek blushing like a tomato. Tweek, bothered and enraged, is about to open his mouth to say something, but somehow stay quiet and submissive. He hesitates as his mind rings to the previous comments made from other guys he heard. Not to mention, how Kenny acted toward him in a similar manner at school. He wants to shrug it off, yet he feels a sense of something else.

'It is okay when Heidi comments me on my booty. With guys, on the other hand, it is weird,' he internalizes, 'Should I be okay with it?'

In the next station, he sets up some equipment to do tumbles, handsprings, backbend, heel stretches, and other acro exercises. He wants to make sure that he gets it better, so he practices them over again and again. His legs and arms are burning like a thousand of suns and as wobbly as jello to take a break.

Tweek's point of view

Cheerleading is a lot of work! I'm sweating and burning up to thousands of degrees! My legs and arms are hurting like hell! What if I have muscle cramps?! What if I dislocate my shoulder?! Or sprain my ankle?! I don't want to break bones or bleed out! I'm too young to die!

Catching my breath and wolf down some water and coffee, it's time for me to work on the choreography; I put all of the equipment away. I turn on some music on my phone and get into position.

~ Cue the music! (Song #1: "The Middle" by Zedd ft. Maren Morris)

"5, 6, 7, 8!" I count down to the beat to start his choreography. I glide agilely and energetically along the music with my body. I also infuse gymnastics and cheerleading moves into my dance. The way I light up his feet and having fun by twirling, flipping, and streaming with a smile on my face mirror the same fire. The same fire I had with Heidi in this place and at the cheer tryout.

So why don't you meet me

In the middle, In the middle, middle

As the song comes to the end, I finish off with a backflip split! Last, but not least: the cheer chant

"We are green, black and white! We are strong! We are brave! Come South Park fight, fight, fight! Go cows moo moo moo!" I shouted out as I did the bow-and-arrow motion left and right, low v, dagger, and high v, "C-O-W-S! Let's go cows, let's go!"

"Green, black and white! We are proud! We are true! We never hold back! We are here to show you what we got! Go Cows!" I clap along the chant and punching my left fist in the air. In the end, I did a tuck jump, "Go team!"

I go toward my bag to check my phone. It is 6:50 pm?! Damn, how long I've been practicing?! I need to go home ASAP! As soon as possible! I grab my bag, pay the front desk with a $20-dollar bill, and exit out of the gym. It is dark outside with the exception of street lights. Oh man, it is scary as fuck! What if there are a bunch of dangerous people trying to mug or kill me?! Sure, I went to the gym from school by myself; getting home at night is a different story! Tweek, put your panties on and let's go home because there is no time to centralize my anxiety and who knows what! Gulping my fear and anxiety down my throat, I willingly stride through the streets. Should I be concerned, right? No, keep going! I am pretty sure that it's just only me, myself, and I and nobody else.

While walking, I feel someone's footsteps behind me. Should I look back or keep going? I peek slightly back only to see a silhouette of what I can try to assume. Maybe it was someone larger than me. Should I be intimidated by this person? Nah, maybe it is either just my imagination or something else. Of course, I can hear my heart pumping in the chest and the sensation of goosebumps!

I turn on my back once more to see this person 'catching up to me.' Holy shit! Is this person following me or something?! I don't want to end up dead somewhere else! Or have my body mutilated and thrown into a ditch or lake! Or worse! Sticking to these uncomfortable thoughts in my mind, I waste no time but make a run for it! Run, Tweek, run! Run like the wind! It horrifies the shit out of me that I have to hold my urge to scream. I never ran this fast in my entire life! My legs are going soft and numb like marshmallows. I can feel my feet excruciating to have scars, blisters, corns, or plantar warts!

Once I made it to my house, I turn the knob to find out it is locked. Oh wait, I forgot that I have the keys the whole time. I open and dig through my bag to hear tiny jiggling metallic sounds. I insert the key into the door hole and open the door at an instant. Shutting the door down behind me, I bolt the door solid shut. Fuck, there is the back door in the kitchen, so I rush to the kitchen to inspect the back door. To my relief, it is sealed completely. Phew! I need a nice warm bath because 1) I smell like the men's locker room and 2) I need to calm myself down after this incident which I'll be scarred for life!

But first, I open the fridge to grab two bottles of the lavender and rose lattes I made yesterday and chug them down. The floral and fragrant flavors from the flowers mix with the delicious coffee ease me to the core. Putting the two empty bottles in the recycling can, I grab my bag and go upstairs to my room. I set my bag down on the floor next to my bed to take out my phone. I get my pajamas and goes to the bathroom.

I fill the bathtub with hot water and a bath bomb which frizzles into a rosy pink hue. I submerge myself in the homely, aromatic tub where I did my little spa and bathe in sweet-scented soaps and shampoos. I drained the water down after finishing my mini 'boujee' bath. I puts on a dark green mini babydoll and black robe with pockets to stuff my phone inside; walk towards the bathroom sink to brush my teeth and apply toner and cleansing lotion on my face, neck, and shoulders.

Returning to my room, I dive down to his bed. I reach to grasp my backpack for my pencil and homework. Ugh! So much homework! To keep myself busy, I plug my earbuds in my laptop and turns on my music. Without Craig, I guess I gain various interests in music genres such as modern pop, R&B, and EDM.

~2 or 3 ½ hours later~

Phew, I'm fried from so many homework! English, social studies, math, and science! It is too much pressure! What if I fail?! I don't want to be held back in the fourth grade! Or be the oldest person to stay in the fourth grade! Or having to live in the street to sell my body to some creeps and pervs! The one thing to calm me down is music. Especially Camila Cabello's song called Consequences. Her song is the most beautiful of all because of the piano's melody and how it relates to me when it comes to my heartbreak to someone I know. I have anxiety today thanks to the person who's following me at the night I was about to walk home from the gym. Without a doubt, I can't believe a certain someone who chooses that thing over me; look who got nearly killed from walking home at night alone. Because of that experience, I learn to be cautious of myself from now on.

Camila's Consequences is perfect for the talent show! Oh no, I forgot about the talent show! I check my phone to see it is 10:45 pm. Tomorrow is Friday and oh god! I put my completed homework in my backpack, charge my phone to an outlet, and endeavor to sleep through the night. Every time I close my eyes, I have these uneasy hunches on the unknown person coming after me to harm me. I even wake up to the mental picture of this person breaking in my house to kill me and my parents. Though it is all in my head, it has me shuddering to curl myself in a ball and cry.

~The next day~

"Woah Tweek, you look very tired," Token raises his eyebrow at me concerningly, "Also, you look really pale today, so I got something for you."

He hands me a granola bar which I take and opens it up to eat my "breakfast".

"Oh, thanks Token," I give him a small smile and "tell" him, "I'm just beat from homework and stuff." I let out an awkward laugh. Indeed, I didn't want to inform Token about yesterday's "incident." I close my locker and trudges away to his class. If by means of trudging to class, I mean waddling like a penguin from both the treadmill and running from some creepy person.

No one's point of view

"What's up with Tweek?" Kyle asked Token, looking at him curiously.

"I don't know, but Tweek looks like he's going to burn out. He needs a break," Token voices out his regard.

~Time skips (school dismissed) ~

Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound

A steady place to let me my defenses

But loving you had consequences

Hesitation, awkward conversations

Running on low expectations

Every siren that I was ignoring

I'm paying for it

Loving you was young, wild, and free

Loving you was cool, hot, and sweet

Loving you was sunshine, safe and sound

A steady place to let my defenses

But loving you had consequences

No, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Said, no, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Hey, yeah, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Mm

Loving you was dull, dark, and vain

Loving you will still take shots at me

From loving you was sunshine

But then it poured

And I lost so much more than my senses

Cause loving you had consequences

"Tweek, what are you doing here at the music room? Today's Friday," Tweek turns around to see Strong Woman.

"Just choosing a song for the talent show."

"The talent show is actually next Saturday," appraised Strong Woman, "You should go home and rest."

Tweek gets up from his seat, stuff his lyric sheets in his backpack, and push the seat in. He takes his phone in his pocket, "Thanks, Strong Woman."

"Tweek, are you sure you're okay walking home on your own?"

"Oh, it's okay, Strong Woman," he politely said to the female vice principal.

"All right then."

~Outside of school~

Tweek's point of view

I rush home and lock the door of my room. I am at ease to be home not really late, but I break down in tears on my bed. How can I deal with it?! What if this person who'd followed me at the night I was walking home from the gym is some maniac or something?! Who is this person?!

~ Flashbacks~

"Tight ass, sweetheart."

"Check it out on the blonde cutie, bro!"

"Damn bro, he got this sweet juicy ass!"

"I want to grind and bang that peach of his!"

"I want to ride him until I make him moan and scream louder!"

"Tweek, you look divine," Goddamnit Kenny!

"My, my, Tweek, did you feel down from heaven because you look and smell like an angel," Kenny's voice and gestures by giving me the eyebrows and taking a sniff at me as a pervert pushes me over the edge.

~ Flashbacks end~

Stop it! Get out of my head! I wish they would just go away. Is it my fault for this situation?! What did I do to deserve this?! Is it the way I'm dressed or what?! Is it because I'm a homosexual?! Ugh, why should I be treated like a fucking vibrator to them?! I should've done something better than this! Goddammit Cartman and his Buddha box bullshits! I don't know who should I tell! Should I pretend that this incident never happened in the first place?! Am I safe wherever I go besides school?! What about the coffee shop?! The gym?! What people including my friends might say and think of me if I were to tell them about it?! What am I going to do?

Author's note: I did a reference to South Park's Fractured But Whole.

Tweek

Outfit 1 (Cheerleader Workout): dark green and black short sleeved shirt, white leggings, and white shoes with white socks
Makeup 1: None

Outfit 2 (Tweekie of the Night): dark green mini babydoll and a black robe with pockets

Bath bomb: Sex Bomb

*a link down below for the bath bomb which belongs to a company, Lush

Outfit #3 (Don't Give a Grunge): dark green flannel oversized shirt dress, black denim bustier, opaque black tights, and black chunky platform heels with a dark grey beanie and two tattoo chokers

Makeup #3: None