Tuesday
Tweek and I were somewhere dark and undistinguishable. But I felt safe enough to not think about it. He was already naked. I scanned his features. He's stunning. He crawls down my body until he's between my legs. I can't help but think how weird this all is as he begins blowing me.
And then I wake up.
Beep, beep, beep! Beep, beep, beep!
I stop my phone alarm. How am I supposed to make it through the week, knowing what's to come on Friday? I can't stop thinking about it and after yesterday… Fuck. This will be the longest week of my life. I'm already so tired too.
I have to take a shower since my dream had a nice ending and I practically fall back asleep against the wall in the shower. I get out when Ruby starts banging on the door. That's when I realize how late I am, grab a granola bar, and rush to my truck.
When I do eventually make it to class, my teacher doesn't mention my tardiness, fortunately.
Unfortunately, I have this class with Kenny and Clyde who are not so gracious. "Ooh, that's eleven minutes late, mister."
"Inexcusable."
"Don't start. I'm not in the mood." This keeps them quiet for a while. Long enough for me to dose off. I should care more since I was also late but I just don't. I'm so tired and it's so close to the end of the year. If this could just be over-
Something tickles ear. Most likely a piece of torn paper. This is followed by giggling. I glare behind me. Kenny barely contains himself. Clyde also has to put his head down to hold in his laughter. "I'm serious, asshole."
Kenny ignores me and for the rest of class I'm besieged with spits balls, paper balls, and mini airplanes. So instead of sleeping through first period how I planned, I was just really annoyed the whole time.
The bell rings releasing us finally and I start to walk to my next class, leaving the guys behind but they catch up. "Aw Craig, c'mon don't pout now."
"Can you shut the fuck up already? I am one hundred percent not joking when I say I will kick your sorry ass if you don't leave me alone, Kenny."
"Ha, ha," Kenny laughs. "Calm down. We were joking!"
"Look me in my face and ask me if I give a shit."
"You're like a giant toddler sometimes. It's really annoying."
I go to step towards the blonde and Token steps in between us. Kenny just walks off and Clyde shakes his head.
Fast Forward to my second period and we're handed back our tests. I got a D minus. Which means I'd be wrapping up the semester with a big fat F. Which is failing and not barely passing as I had anticipated. I wait all class to talk to the teacher until the bell rings and everyone's filing out of the classroom.
"Sir, I can't fail this class."
"Well, Craig, you should've thought about that sooner. It's not like you were doing well before the test either."
"I didn't think I'd fail the test though. I was supposed to get a C, at least. I suck at Science."
"You should've applied yourself more."
"Please," I beg. "Just let me take the test again. Or a new test. I need a redo. Please. I need to graduate." The teachers quiet for a while "I need to get out of here."
He sighs, adjusting his glasses. "Fine. Tomorrow morning. You have until the first bell so it's whenever you get here you can start and if you run out of time, I don't care."
"Thank you so much, sir."
What a piece of shit. Maybe I'm doing so shitty because you fucking suck as a teacher. Maybe if you could teach better I would understand it and I wouldn't have failed the test in the first fucking place, Derek.
You know what? Fuck this. I'm going home. I've been here less than two hours and it's already been a shit day. I could go home and nobody would even know. I'm the first one back anyways.
I leave. I go into town and get some Chinese food. I head home and then I kick back and watch old movies and eat. I nap until my parents get home and then I start gearing up for boxing.
"I'm about to head out," I tell my mom, throwing my bag over my shoulder.
"Alright. Don't be too late," she says.
I drive to the gym and Tweek's already there, running on the treadmill. I join him, opting for weights. We work out independently for a while. I watch Tweek in the mirror. He jams to his music, lip synching occasionally. It's cute. I wonder what he listens to.
When Tweek's ready, he stops the machine and takes his earplugs out. I put the weight down carefully. We both take a water break. "Hey," he eventually says.
"Yo."
We wrap our fists, put in our mouth guards, and get in the ring. "Ready?" he asks. I just give a nod and we start. We box for a while until we're both drenched in sweat and panting but it was uneventful. Tweek announces that he's done and we step back out of the ring. We drink our water and head to the locker room.
I'm hesitant to do anything, right? Because naturally, I'm shook by coach coming in on us yesterday but should I act okay anyways? Should I hold back? If we don't do anything here, then where else would we, you know? Well, there is my house, like we plan to on Friday but that's not always a viable option. Especially with my family, someone's always home. Tweek said I'm not allowed to go to his place.
So, when he gets in the shower, I get in with him. I grab the handle and crank it to hot so the water steams and I push him up against the wall. He leans on his hands and I penetrate him with my fingers. He doesn't react much. It's frustrating. I'm doing everything. He just doesn't like it.
I turn him around, close my hand around both of our erections and stroke us together. Tweek's moans echo off the tile. "Fuck- hah- I'm coming," he warns and then tenses. Tweek comes and then I come.
Even though, I got off, this is still a loss.
I drive Tweek home for some reason. (I say for some reason because of all the shit he talked before and now he does ride with me so what the fuck?) And then I drive myself home.
As soon as I walk in, I know somethings up. My mom and dad are in the living room. My mom holding the phone. "Craig, could you come here." Fuck. I walk over to them. "Sit," she says.
I sit. "I just got the strangest call from your school," she says. Fuck. "They say you weren't there but," she laughs. "It's crazy because I know you were. You didn't stay home today. I asked your father he agreed he saw you leave. And you didn't say anything to him about staying home. So, I told them and they told me you did show up… for two of your classes."
"It's not that big of a deal. I wouldn't have left if I was gonna miss something important," I say. "It's so close to the end. We're not even doing anything anymore."
"Then why can't you just fucking finish? Why do you have to do this dumb shit now?!" My dad shouts. I flinch a little. "I'm sick of it. You got three months. And you're gonna go to school every single day for the next three month until you walk across that goddamn stage. Do you hear me?"
"…Yes."
"What?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're lucky I don't ground your ass."
