Tutor

CH. 2

CRAIG'S POV

A/N: In the Tweek vs. Craig ep, I remember Craig had a little sister.. I dunno her name, so let's call her Kathi ;3

And sorry this one's really short. The next chapter's gonna be longer.

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I watched him as he ran out the door, not moving from my chair.

I'm not really sure why I was that mean. I felt kind of guilty.

I got up from the table and walked to the window. He was gone. I slammed my fist against the wall and sat on the couch. I realized the Red Racer episode was a repeat, then threw the remote against the tv. The batteries flew off in two different directions, then I got up and stomped up the stairs to my room. I opened the bedroom door and fell onto my bed.

"Why was I so fucking mean?" I asked the ceiling, which returned no answer. I hear a door opening. I get up and run down the stairs.

"What's for dinner?" I ask my mom.

"I'm not sure yet. How does steak sound?"

"..'Kay." I shrug and sit on the couch again.

"How did tutoring go?"

"..Alright."

"That's good. It's great that you're helping someone like that." She said, walking over to the kichen counter.

"Uh, yeah. So when will dinner be ready?"

"An hour or so."

Then the door opens, again. "I'm home," my father steps in the door and sets his briefcase by the door. He takes off a raincoat. "It's pouring out there. Hope not too many people have to be out in that." He points out the window. "When's dinner gonna be ready?"

"I don't know, Thomas. Probably an hour." my mom yawns.

"Well, what's for dinner?"

"Steak."

"Oh."

"Don't 'Oh' me!"

"I can 'Oh' whoever I want!" Then they flip eachother off. My little sister, Kathi, laughs, looking up from her Gameboy Advance. She then flips them both off. I sigh and walk back up the stairs to my room.

I sit on my bed, again and stare out my window. It's still raining. I check the clock.

7:20 PM.

I don't even bother to do my homework that night. I lean back, turn off my lamp, and close my eyes. I don't even care about dinner or homework or school or anything. Within minutes, I'm asleep.

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The next day..

5:30 PM.

I still haven't spoken to Clyde at all. I could probably just forget about the whole tutoring thing.. And say I was all along. That'd work out fine. I could just come home every day, say tutoring went great.

If it was such a good plan, why did I still feel guilty?

I finally got up off of the couch and started for the door. I picked up my backpack , turned off the television, then walked out. I slammed the door shut and leapt off of the porch steps.

I took off down the sidewalk, at first not sure where I was going. I kept running, though, and stopped at a corner. I looked up at the street signs.

ALPACA LN.

CLOVER RIDGE ST.

Where the hell was I? I spun around, scanning my surroundings. Nothing was familiar for a moment, then I took a deep breath. I took a left, right, then ran straight. I was in the middle of our development still, thankfully.

I turned around and ran backwards so I could get a good look at what was around me. Then I heard someone yelling. I jumped and turned around, but it was too late. I had rammed into something. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, then nothing.

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When I woke up, I was in another house. It couldn't be..

But it was Clyde's house. Clyde's, of all people. Then I sat up and rubbed my eyes, making sure I wasn't hallucinating or anything. It really was his house, everything was real. When I tried to get up, my chest ached.

"..Shit.." I mumbled, laying down again. Everything's blurry again. I see someone approaching the couch I was lying on.

"You feeling alright?"

Clyde.

"Uh huh," I nodded, trying to sit up again but failing.

"I was skateboarding and you hit me."

"So you dragged me all the way here?"

"Well yeah, my house was closer."

"Oh, uh.. Thanks."

"Don't worry about it." He sits on the opposite end of the couch. He picks up a remote and turns on the tv. He runs a hand through his messy brown hair and yawns.

"You want to start tutoring?" I say finally, when I'm able to sit up.

"Yeah, if you're feeling okay."

"I'm fine." I lift myself off of the couch, "Where's my backpack?"

"By the door." I nodded and zippered the bag open, grabbing my math book. I follow him into the dining room and sit across from him.

By the end of the day, I'm sure of it; I'm attracted to him.

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I really only liked the end of this one.. I already know how this is gonna end. I'm like.. really inspired for the next chapters. ;D Expect more from me veeeery soon.

-Hailey