Tweek's P.O.V.

I pace impatiently outside the principal's office, clutching onto Craig's backpack which he left in the cafeteria. Craig's been in the office way too long, lunch is almost over.

I sit on the bench outside the door, placing the bag next to me. I know Craig's been on this bench more times than anyone else at this school. It's comforting but nerve-racking at the same time to know that. I curl my knees up to my chest, trying to subside my shaking. I try to bite my nails, but they're already chewed to the nub.

"GAH!" I let out in frustration. Two freshmen girls walking by notice my outburst and look at me like I'm a freak. Which of course is what I am. A freak.

"W-What?" I snap at them. They don't respond, just walk a little faster and pretend that they didn't hear. That's what they all do. People that don't know me always think I'm some sort sort of homicidal maniac in secret. They make assumptions that I'm going to flip out and kill whoever looks at me funny just because I twitch all the time and have vocal outbursts.

The people that do know me are even worse. They know I'm a weakling. A scrawny, twitchy weakling who has no way of standing up for myself. Good thing I have Craig to stand up for me.

The office door swings open and Craig walks out quickly, his face showing no emotion whatsoever. He walks past me and keeps going. I jump up and follow him, carrying his bag, and trying to catch up with his quick pace. He stops in front of his locker and starts to unlock it.

"W-What are you doing?" I ask.

"Clearing out my locker." He says, opening the small metal door.

"GAH! Why?"

He sighs, and gingerly takes his bag from me.

"I have until the end of the day tomorrow to clear it out. I thought I'd start now." He says, setting the bag down.

I can't find any words. I try to figure out what's happening, but the only explanation seems so unreal. It can't be right. I look at him and tilt my head to the side, wanting an explanation.

"Tweek I…" He starts. "I'm so sorry." He looks at the ground.

"Craig-ngn-what's going on?"

"They kicked me out, dude."

"W-What?"

"I'm expelled."

Time stops as the information soaks in. At least that's what it feels like. I forget to breath for a few seconds, maybe my heart stopped beating for a bit, and for the first time in my life, I stop shaking. This can't be happening, there's no way man! This can't be happening.

"They can't just kick you out!" I stammer. "You-ngn-you need a hearing or s-something. They can't do this!"

"The principal hates me Tweek. She always has. And since when has South Park ever played by the rules? I'm not getting a hearing, I'm getting kicked out."

"GAH! When will you be-ngh-able to come back?"

"Not anytime this year. My parents probably won't let me come back here anyways. Ever."

"W-Where will you go?"

He shrugs. "An alternative school or something."

Oh No. Craig can't leave. Craig is all I have. Without Craig, I'm alone. I'm all alone. They'll kill me. Oh Christ they'll all come after me. I can't do this. I can't take this kind of pressure!

Here it comes, I feel it. The panic setting in. The same feeling I got this morning when I was woken up by Mr. Morris. I'm shaking again. Shaking so much. I'm sweating, my chest hurts. This can't be happening. Don't have a panic attack. Don't panic, Tweek.

Craig notices my unusual behavior.

"Tweek?" He questions.

I open my mouth, but no words come out. I can't talk. I can't breath. I close my eyes tight. Focus Tweek. You have to stay focused. Don't let your emotions take over.

"Tweek, what's wrong. Are you okay?" Asks Craig. I don't know what to say. I don't know if I can say anything. I just shake my head.

"Hey." He soothes, putting his hands on my shoulders. I start to relax under his touch. "It's only your thoughts that are freaking you out. Just breath, Tweek. Breath with me. In." He inhales and I mimic him. "Out." He says, and we exhale together. "Don't think about anything else, just match your breaths with mine." Over time my breathing become normal, but as the panic leaves my body, so do my tears.

"C-Craig I-I…" I don't even know what I'm trying to say. He pulls me into a hug. I wrap my arms around him tightly and nuzzle my face into his chest. He's still a little damp from the coffee, but I don't mind. The smell is soothing anyways.

"Déjà vu, huh? We were in this same circumstance this morning." He says.

"N-Not exaclty the same. This one h-hurts a lot more."

Author's Note (just skip if you don't care):

This chapter's a bit on the short side, sorry about that. The reason why I posted today is mostly because today's the one year anniversary of this story! Wooo! Even though during most of that time I wasn't posting anything...but that's a small detail. I want to thank you guys for taking the time to read this story. It's my first one, and I'm hoping to make even more in the future. You should know that every review I get means the absolute world to me. Tell me what you like about this story, or if there's anything I should fix. Tell me ideas that you have, or just say "hi," it doesn't matter. Review it up!

P.S. There may be some big things happening in just a few chapters *hint.* Keep on reading guys.