"It's gonna be three plus five divided by three plus three," I say. "Three plus five is eight. Three plus three is six and then if you divide both numbers by two you can make it four over three-"

"When you say shit like that, how am I supposed to understand you at all?" Tweek says, frustrated. We were going over the study guide handed out by the math teachers. We weren't even a page in before it went south.

"If you'd let me finish explaining it, you would understand."

"You need to write it down or I don't even know what you're talking about."

"It's the problem we're working on right now," I say. "Just look at the damn paper if you need to see it."

Tweek pauses. "Don't get mad at me because you suck at teaching," he says.

"Dude, we learned this earlier in the year!" I snap. "If you don't even know this, you're screwed." And that's coming from me.

He glares. "So, I'm stupid then?"

"I never called you stupid."

"That's basically what you're saying."

"Okay," I say. "Let's just move on to the next one."

"You can't explain it because you barely know it yourself." That's not entirely false but it's completely irrelevant. Plus, I know how to do this, at least.

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Not if you're gonna be an asshole about it."

"I'm not trying to be. You're being difficult," I argue. "On purpose."

"You keep explaining it the same way. If I don't get it, isn't it your fault?"

I sigh, "You're gonna piss me off."

"What's that?" he says. "Who are you threatening?"

I answer simply, "An idiot."

Tweek tackles me to the floor. I try to grab his hands first but he's fast. "My grades are way better than yours." He knees me. Fucking cheap. We wrestle around the floor.

"Yeah, but I don't know how." I flip us over and drop my weight on him.

"Cheap," he huffs. We pant. Ah… How does this always happen?

Before I know it, we're kissing. "No," Tweek protests. "No kissing," he says but then presses our lips back together.

I chuckle, "Okay." We keep kissing.

"Then, stop," he says. "Hm, hah," I tongue his mouth open, pressing my leg between his. His arm wraps around me and-

The door swings opens, "Boys, dinner's ready-" Tweek and I freeze and Tweek's mother quickly and swiftly shuts the door.

For a while we sit like that, silent, mortified. I feel like I'm having a heart attack. Tweek's still gaping at the door. He's gone pale.

"Fuck," he says. My heart races. "Fuck. Fuck!" He hits my chest. "Ah! Fuck! What just happened?!" He covers his face.

I'm too in shock to form words. So the only thing that comes out is, "Uh…" Nice, Craig. Just shut up.

"How the fuck are we supposed to go down there now? Are we all gonna pretend like that didn't happen?!" he asks. "And eat dinner?" I sit back.

"I feel like I'm dreaming. I can't process," he shakes his head. "I want to leave," he tells me. "Would it be weird if we left?"

"I don't think it would be weird. It's not like she wouldn't know why you were leaving. But you'll still have to come back and then talk to her…at some point."

Now, Tweek sits up. He shakes his head some more. "I don't know," he says. "What should we do?"

"We can do whatever you want, Tweek." But, I think I already know what he's gonna do. I don't blame him. Before my parents knew, this scenario was my worst nightmare. If it had happened to me, I wouldn't be handling it as well as he is.

"I wanna leave but where can we go? The gym's locked."

"…That doesn't mean we can't get in." He gives me a look. I stand and hold my hand out to him. I'm thoroughly surprised when he takes it. I help him up. I pack up my stuff and he grabs a hoodie.

"Are you okay?" I finally ask when I get the courage. He isn't taking it how I thought he would. I thought he'd freak out and blame me. Then hate me forever.

"I guess," he says. "I was pretty obvious," he admits. "But fuck, did she have to walk in on us like that?!" He pushes his hair back. Then he covers his face. "Fuck. Let's get out of here before I lose it." We rush downstairs, past the kitchen, and out the front door. I don't really know what Tweek's parent's reaction will be to him leaving. They seem pretty cool so I'm sure they'll give him his space. Still, I don't like the idea of ditching especially when his mom made us all dinner.

We pulled off quickly.

"Where are we going?" he asks once we're driving.

"You wanted to go to the gym."

"We don't have the key anymore."

"We don't need it," I tell him.

"The fuck does that mean?"

"Just trust me. "

"I don't," he says, surely. "This is shady. You're not even going the right way."

"We'll need Kenny," I tell him. "And he's probably with the guys. Do you care if they come?"

He shrugs, "Why do we need Kenny?"

"Kenny picks locks," I explain.

"We're gonna break in?"

"Sure, why not?"

"'Cause, I don't want to get fucking arrested a month out from graduation?"

I laugh. "We won't get arrested. I promise."

"Why should I believe that? You're the type of kid to get arrested for breaking into the school," Tweek says.

"Have a little faith in me, okay?" I say, chuckling. I wouldn't bring him if I wasn't sure we wouldn't get in trouble. "Security is used to us being in there, anyways. I doubt they would know we got our key taken."

"What are we gonna do at the gym?"

"Hang out," I tell him like it's obvious. "And I told the guys I wasn't boxing after high school. They wanted to see us spar."

"Hm… Alright." That was suspiciously amendable. I feel like he'll show out if we fight in front of the guys but I'm confident in my abilities. Especially, these days. "So you decided to quit?"

I shrug, "Even if I wanted to, I don't know how I would… I don't know if I really have plans after high school but, what I've come up with so far doesn't really include boxing."

"Hm."

"Is that what you plan to do?"

"Fuck no," he says.

I toss him my phone. "Can you call Kenny and put it on speaker?"

The phone rings for a minute. "Yo," Kenny picks up.

"Hey, I'm coming to get you. Be ready."

"Oh? Alright, I guess. I'm at Toke's."

"I figured."

"Do I get to know where I'm going?"

"I need you to break into the gym for us. The guys can come too."

"For you and Tweek? Why? What happened to your key?"

"Don't worry about it. I'm on my way so be ready."

"Fine, prick." Kenny hangs up.

Tweets quiet. He's looking out the window but fidgeting with his hands. "Nervous?"

"Your friends are weird... and annoying to be around."

I hum. "Is that how you really feel or do you secretly like having friends?"

Tweek huffs. "Yeah, right," he says. "They're worse than you. Like children."

I laugh. I know I've made the same comparison before. "You're not wrong." Actually, he has no idea. "You don't have to be nice to them," I tell him. "Beat them up like you do me."

"I don't beat you up," he mutters. That's cute. He totally does verbally and physically.

"Whatever. Do your worse. They can take it," I assure him. He sits back and crosses his arms over his chest. We pull onto Token's street. "We're here…" I say. I don't know why. Tweek obviously knows where Token lives. I text Kenny and soon him and the guys are filing out of the house. I tell Tweek to brace himself. They pile into the small backseat of my truck

"Yo," Token greets us, shutting the door. His only response being a small wave from me.

"Dude, this fucking sucks. Your truck is tiny!" Clyde complains immediately.

"Be thankful I have a backseat at all." Since my truck is a pickup.

"Hardly," Token says.

"Tweek should be back here since he's the smallest," Kenny says. Tweek and I both laugh. That was cute too.

"Then we should at least take a car that can actually fit us all," Clyde says.

"Quit complaining or I'll put you in the back."

"Are we gonna get to watch you box?" Kenny asks, leaning into the front seat from the middle.

"Why else would we all be going to the gym?" I say. "Put your seatbelt on."

"My money's on Tweek," he says, ignoring me. "'Cause Tweek looks smaller, I think he'll pack a bigger punch."

"Call me small one more time and you'll find out." Everyone laughs but I know Tweek means it.

"Put your seatbelt on," I repeat.

"Nah, Craig's got it. He's bigger. It's an advantage," Clyde chimes in.

"It's not always about size, Clyde. Plus, people love an underdog." Kenny continues ignoring me. I hit the brakes and he flies forward, startling everyone.

Tweek says, "What the fuck?" But Clyde and I start cackling.

"Dude," Token says from the back.

"C'mon, it was funny," I can hardly get out. "Anyway, put your seatbelt on. Safety's important." Tweek glares at me like the idiot that I am. I pretend to not see him and hold in my laughter.

"I'll have to feel up Clyde's ass to fucking get to it," Kenny complains further.

"Well, he'd probably appreciate the affection." Clyde kicks my seat.

"Jesus," Token mutters. I can practically hear him shaking his head, just in the way he says it. I laugh some more.

We drive into the gym's parking lot. Kenny takes a minute to pick the lock and then we're in. Token turns the lights on and Tweek and I start wrapping our fists and warming up.

"I've never been in this part of the gym," Kenny says. "It's pretty cool." He's referring to the ring. It's in the back.

"It's not a very good one," Tweek says.

"It's pretty dingy for a boxing ring," I give a bounce on it. It does its job. "But it's cool that they have it."

"Why would a high school have a boxing ring?" Clyde says.

"Maybe they used to have a club," Token suggests.

Clyde gasps, "Why didn't you guys start a club? That would've been cool!"

"Why would they do that?" Kenny says. "This was their 'private time.'"

Tweek blushes and Clyde realizes what he means. "Oh, right."

Tweek wraps his hands tighter. "That wasn't the only reason," I say. Tweek glares at me. I shrug. "You're gonna cut off your circulation like that." I take his hand and wrap it for him. Tweek snatches his hand back but only after I've finished. That's progress, I think.

Before we start we tap fists, like usual and I send him a little wink for good luck. It starts slow because we haven't warmed up properly and picks up. Tweek get some good hits in and I get some good hits in. In the end, I get a hard hit from the side that knocks me off balance. And that was the catalyst of me getting my ass kicked. Tweek starts really nailing me. It's frustrating. He's backed me in a corner and there's really nothing I can do. All I can think about is the guys betting on us. It's throwing me off, I feel like I have to win. So, I kick him. Tweek hates it when I do that.

He promptly tackles me to the ground.

I knew he hated it but, I didn't think he was gonna tackle me after I did it. "Asshole!" he accuses, trying to hit me but I'm holding his hands. I'm too used to this. "It's not fucking kickboxing," he tells me. "If you really wanna fight, then let's fight, motherfucker!" The guys cheer. I can't help but laugh. "Is this funny to you?" Tweek starts but he doesn't finish with a straight face. I take the opening and try to get him under me instead. I'm still laughing so that makes it difficult. Tweek fends me off well but eventually I pin him.

He scoffs, "You're such a sore loser."

"Am I the loser?"

"That was definitely a foul," Kenny calls, reminding me that the guys are here too and I shouldn't kiss Tweek right now. Even though he's sprawled out under me, looking like a meal. "It was also kinda hot." I let Tweek go before I get hard.

"What the hell was that?" Clyde says. "Was that part of it?

"That didn't look like boxing to me." Token says

"Barely looked like wrestling," says Kenny. "That was essentially porn. Porn foreplay." Token notes there was something strangely erotic about the whole thing. Clyde laughs. "Thought y'all were gonna start making out or something. But, hey, I'm here for it. Honestly, ever since Craig came out I've been thinking, what if? You know?"

"Kenny shut the fuck up, please."

"Seriously Craig. Don't invalidate me."

"You're a fucking douchebag."

"Would a douchebag have brought this?" Kenny hold out a joint. We all stare at it.

"Good looking out, Ken!" Clyde knocks his shoulder. "Where are we supposed to smoke it though? I don't wanna be crammed in your truck in a hotbox."

"What about the locker rooms? It's late enough and there are no cameras in there." The better half of me knows how stupid this is. Especially, if we got caught. But the other half of me, knows we won't get caught. The likelihood is very slim, at least. And I mean, we're seniors. We're about to graduate. Might as well have some fun.

I turn to Tweek. "You don't have to be a part of this. I don't want to get you in trouble," I tell him. "We can leave."

He's unfazed. "We already broke in here. It doesn't really matter at this point," he reasons. "They'd think we smoked pot even if we didn't." I snort. "Plus, I never turn down free drugs."

Clyde laughs this time. "You're great, Tweek." He claps Tweek's shoulder and Tweek gives him a look. I give him a look. He takes his hand back quickly. "Geez, Sorry."


A/N this chapters like really long so I broke it into two but also just because it was taking so long to write and I wanted to post something so yall know I'm not dead... and not that y'all care but schools been really good and I almost got all my credits

anyways, much love 3 See you in a month probably