(A/n: Please enjoy)
Chapter 23: Making Things Worse- Pt. 1
Tweek has never been more eager for classes to start.
He's been listening to Luke talk for six hours. He's honestly impressed that he had things to talk about for that long, but also annoyed. He made it very clear to Luke the moment he mentioned that he would keep him company that he did not like him, and Luke's response was, "But I like you."
It's currently one hour away from 8:30 a.m. Tweek wishes he could tune out Luke's voice, he wasn't tired before, but after having to listen to Luke chat to himself for over six hours took a toll on both his mood and energy.
"...Tweeky-"
"Stop calling me that." Tweek seriously hates that stupid nickname.
"-talk to me. I already apologized."
Tweek doesn't respond back. Luke did apologize to him earlier, but it's not enough because he still hasn't explained any of his actions to him, once again keeping it confidential as if he'd get into trouble if he told him. So for the next hour, Luke tried getting Tweek to talk to him. Sounding like a persistent child wanting candy. Tweek is at his limit when as soon as it's 8:30 a.m, Kyle begins waking up. Tweek breathes a sigh of relief, now Luke can finally leave him alone.
Or so he hoped. This asshole still won't shut up!
Kyle sits up rubbing the remaining sleep from his eyes, blinking them confusedly when he spots Tweek sporting a weak glare. "Did...you stay up the whole night?"
"Yeah, no thanks to your brother," Tweek grumbles.
"You weren't gonna fall asleep anyway after just drinking coffee."
"..." He's right, but Tweek just wanted to push the blame onto him since he got on his nerves.
Kyle places a palm over his forehead as he shakes his head. "I am so sorry you had to deal with him." Now he knows why he didn't see him in his subconscious.
"Deal with me?" Luke says, offended. "I'm not your kid, alright?"
"Well don't act like you are most of the time then," Kyle retorts lowering his hand. Luke curses at him while he turns on the lamp, but he ignores him. He gets out of bed to wake Kenny up. It takes a few nudges for the blonde to stir awake, groaning while he does so.
"Let's get dressed," Kyle tells Tweek as he heads over to his dresser. "Some coffee will surely perk you up." He shoots him a small grin. "Kenny takes minutes to get up so you can take your time in the bathroom."
"Yeeeah, go aheead," Kenny says drowsily. "Take as long...as you neeed."
Tweek does just that, heading towards his dresser first. Despite his initial dread of moving into a new bedroom, he felt a bit at ease when he found out that he didn't have to share a dresser with either Kyle or Kenny.
He searches around for a new dress shirt to wear and some underwear, frowning at the thought of having to wear his uniform pants and blazer without having them being washed. Carrying his two pieces of clothing, he ambles back over to his bed to pick up his discarded blazer from off the floor, flinging it to rid away any filth that clung to it, then drops it on his bed.
Hearing the sound of the shower running inside Kyle's bathroom, Tweek walks into his and Kenny's bathroom to get himself freshened up for his classes...becoming very anxious to go to his first class...
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Tweek, Kyle, and Kenny exit their room twenty-five minutes later, Kenny shutting the door behind them. The hallway is flooded with faculty members and students going to either their class or the cafeteria. Tweek, Kyle, and Kenny are among the teens and some adults that are heading to the cafeteria, Tweek itching to drink coffee again to calm his nerves. He's still scared to face Mr. DeLorne.
Upon reaching the lunchroom, Kyle notices Tweek appears to be on-edge. Kenny parts from them going to a buffet counter that has a short line while Tweek and Kyle walk over to the counter where the blood dispenser machine is, next to it is a coffee machine. It is only in here during breakfast.
"Is something bothering you?" Kyle asks, grabbing two cups for himself and handing Tweek the other one.
Of course he would notice, he's been pretty attentive of Tweek ever since he was turned into a vampire. He remembers how unfriendly he was at first, giving off the impression that he also disliked humans. Perhaps he was having a bad day at the time or Gregory suddenly attacking the Principal put him in a bad mood. Nonetheless, Tweek tells him the reason he's so stressed, even mentioning the scene he had witnessed between one of his teachers and another man yesterday.
"Ah, I see," Kyle says. He'd filled his cup with coffee while Tweek was talking. He moves to the blood dispenser machine so Tweek can do the same, adding a little bit of blood into his mocha. "You were bound to know of their relationship sooner or later. Mr. Thorn is very open about it."
Tweek tries not to cringe at Kyle putting blood into his coffee as he starts making his own, he must've added blood into the coffee he gave him yesterday. "So he's not gonna kill me for finding out?" That's what he was mostly worried about after all.
"Of course not," Kyle says reassuringly, stirring his drink. "If anything, he'd want to kill his lover for embarrassing him. Them fighting over a lighter is one of the many childish things they've been caught doing." He doesn't comment on Tweek having added sugar, and a few other sweeteners instead of blood into his coffee.
Tweek's view on Mr. DeLorne has changed after knowing that, and he feels it's very out of character.
Now that they both have their coffee, they look for a table to sit at, spotting Kenny already sat at one chatting with a brunette. As soon as they sit down next to Kenny, the blonde glares at them.
"And where's my orange juice?"
Kyle blinks. He's so used to getting two beverages that he forgot, since him and Tweek both like coffee. "Sorry, I'll go get it-"Kyle blinks. He's so used to getting two beverages that he forgot, since him and Tweek both like coffee. "Sorry, I'll go get it-"
"No need." Kenny grabs his cup, and drinks from it.
Kyle scowls at him for doing that. "I thought you didn't like coffee." Kenny's response is to continue drinking. "Wait, don't drink it all!" But he warned him too late. Burping loudly which causes the brunette beside him to laugh, Kenny places the empty cup back down on the table in front of a now upset redhead.
"Guess I do like coffee." Kyle retaliates by snatching a piece of bacon from off his plate. "Oi!"
Kyle nibbles on the crispy meat. "Hmm, guess I like bacon now," he says sarcastically.
While Kenny tries to fend Kyle away from eating all of his bacon, Tweek leisurely sips on his mocha, savoring its sweet flavor.
"Hello, Tweek."
Tweek jolts at the sudden voice, seeing that the brunette had moved to sit in the empty seat next to him. He wouldn't have even noticed him had he not said anything. "H-hi," he greets back, not questioning how he knew his name. Kenny must've told him.
"Just came over to introduce myself, the names Markus but you can call me Mark."
After getting to know Markus a bit more as well as finishing up their breakfast, the four teens head to their first class. They eventually split, first Kyle then Markus. Tweek and Kenny make their way to Mr. DeLorne's class, Kenny asking him what he thought about Markus along the way. Before he can answer, he spots Pip, and in that instant, Tweek is reminded of his friends' escape plan. He frowns, once again hating the possibility of them leaving him here. Kenny misinterprets his dispirited expression, thinking Markus had said something mean to him. He's aware of the brunette's overprotective nature, and is known to go a bit overboard at times.
"Whatever Mark told you, don't let it get to you. I'll make sure he apologizes."
Tweek snaps out of his depressing thoughts with a blink, remembering he didn't answer Kenny's question. "N-no, he didn't say anything-"
"Tweek."
Startled once again, Tweek doesn't even need to look to see who called him, that heavy French accent is very discernible at this point. But he does anyway, meeting a pair of piercing shamrock green eyes outside of the classroom door. No matter how out of character this man can get, he will always remain intimidating.
"Stay out 'ere." Then Mr. DeLorne directs his glare at Kenny. "You get in zhe classroom."
Kenny gives Tweek's shoulder a comforting pat before doing so. The hallway starts clearing out just as the tardy bell rings, Mr. DeLorne waiting for the sound to stop before speaking again. "You better 'ave a good reason as to why you didn't show up 'ere yesterday afzer classes."
Tweek feels himself practically sweating under his teacher's unwavering glare, struggling to maintain eye contact with him. "Y-yesterday, I-I saw another guy flirting with you in the classroom, and-"
"Stop." Tweek flinches, doing as curtly told. Mr. DeLorne heaves a deep sigh as he massages his forehead, Tweek wondering if he's angry or embarrassed. An awkward silence settles itself around the two, but only for a few moments. " 'ow much did you see?"
"Up until you two started fighting over your lighter."
The man starts swearing in French. Tweek is curious to know what he's saying, but has a hunch that he's cursing his lover. When Mr. DeLorne eventually calms down, his cheeks are a light shade of red. "Well, you still need to know what all we've covered in my previous lessons, so instead of coming back to my class a second time afzer classes, I'll assign a student to 'elp you zhroughout zhe period."
Tweek nods, liking the idea. "Okay."
Without another word, Mr. DeLorne turns and walks into his classroom with Tweek following and closing the door behind him. He ignores his classmates' eyes on his moving figure as he goes to his seat, noticing Pip giving him a meek wave when he passes by him. He returns the gesture with a frown, Pip copying his expression though his is of confusion.
"Everyone except Wendell and Tweek, take out your textbooks and turn to page 255. You're doing all zhe questions, and zhey better be done by zhe end of zhis period," Mr. DeLorne orders as he sits down in his chair at the teachers desk. He opens one of the drawers. "Wendell, you're going to 'elp fill Tweek in on all zhat we went over in zhe previous lessons during zhe meantime. I don't care 'ow you do it." He pulls out a cigarette and his lighter, lighting the butt of the cigarette, then putting it in between his lips.
Most of his students complain about the hour and a half long work they have to do while a teenager sitting in front of Tweek gets up turning his desk around to face him.
"Good thing you sit behind me," the male Tweek assumes name is Wendell says as he plops back down in his seat. He has neck-length black hair, orchid-colored eyes, and a cute face. A headband decorated with big purple diamonds is around his forehead. His blazer isn't all the way buttoned up, exposing his light purple dress shirt and a white tie. Tweek watches him pull out a dark purple binder from under his desk, opening it and taking out a black and purple mechanical pencil that was tucked into the left side pocket...This guy sure loves the color purple. "Do you need a pencil and some paper?" Wendell asks.
Tweek blinks. It takes only one second for him to realize that he came to class empty-handed, not once but twice. His face heats up in embarrassment at his forgetfulness. "Y-yeah..."
Wendell pulls apart the middle metal ring in his binder, which prompts the other two rings to open. He takes out four sheets of paper then reaches back under his desk, looking down at something he places over his lap as he begins to rummage around within it. "You might wanna take out your textbook too."
Tweek reaches under his own desk, taking out the Vampiric History textbook. Once Wendell hands him the sheets of paper and a mechanical pencil, he begins to provide him information on the first thing they were taught in this class.
*Half An Hour Later*
The bell rings announcing that it's time for the students to move to their second class of the day.
"Zhose zhat weren't able to answer all of zhe questions are to do it for 'omework, and bring it to me before zhe day's over wizh. You'll get a 5% deduction in your classwork grade," Mr. DeLorne says. Half of his students complain once again about having homework to do as they start packing up their materials.
Tweek closes the textbook with a sigh, glad to finally give his wrist a break. He wrote nonstop, copying down some of Wendell's notes as well as some information from the textbook. He picks up his papers, not looking forward to studying everything he jotted down. He gets up from his seat and exits the classroom folding up his notes, and putting them into his pants pocket. Both him and Wendell were excused from doing the classwork as homework much to Tweek's relief since he has to study his notes, which is basically his homework...
He spots Stan, who was seemingly waiting for him, and can't stop the corners of his lips from curling downward. Knowing that Stan and the others are devising some sort of way for them leave this academy will always put a huge damper on his mood, because he won't be able to return home with them.
Stan cocks an eyebrow at his sudden frown, his initial question put on hold. "What's wrong?"
Tweek purses his lips. He has the chance right now. He can confirm if what Craig, Clyde, and Butters told him yesterday was the truth or not. "...I have something to ask you."
Stan lowers his eyebrow, now confused at the serious expression Tweek has now developed on his face. "What is it?"
Tweek feels his body tensing up. He opens his mouth, ready to voice out his query, however an arm abruptly slings across his shoulders, startling him.
"What're you guys talkin' about that's got you looking so serious?"
A bit annoyed at the disruption, Tweek shrugs Clyde's arm off.
"Where did you bastards take Tweek to yesterday?" Stan demands.
"If Tweek didn't tell you, what makes you think we will?" Craig retorts.
"Because I didn't ask him yet, he was about to ask me something first before you guys showed up," Stan says.
"...Oh." Clyde blinks in realization. "My bad," he chuckles sheepishly. Tweek has the strong urge to call him an idiot.
"You five stop loitering around, and get to your next class," a teacher berates them.
The group disperses, Craig flipping the teacher off. Tweek and Stan walk to their Gym class, an awkward silence hanging over them. Stan becomes curious about Tweek's question. Clyde seemed to have known what it was otherwise he wouldn't have looked so ashamed for interrupting.
"What was it you wanted to ask me?"
Tweek contemplates telling him now that he has the second chance to, but for some reason, he can't bring himself to ask him. It's like he lost his confidence all of a sudden. "I forgot."
Stan obliviously doesn't believe him, but he opts not to push him to ask. "Well can you answer my question then? Where'd they take you yesterday?"
Tweek isn't sure if he's not supposed to reveal Craig and his boyfriends' hideout to anyone, they didn't warn him not to. Just that he wasn't supposed to disclose the information he got from them regarding his friends' escape plan. Well, considering where their hideout is located perhaps it wouldn't hurt to tell Stan. It's not like he'd go out of his way to look for it anyway. "To some abandoned shack in the woods."
Stan appears shocked, but now he understands why the Principal was so quick to shoo him away earlier. He skipped breakfast to get an update on Tweek's whereabouts, Principal Brimstone had told him that despite not being able to find Tweek, he shouldn't worry then he was soon dismissed. Tweek must've returned at some point yesterday. "Did they tell you why they brought you there?"
Tweek shakes his head, lying once again. Their conversation comes to an end there. The two along with several other vampires reach the building's second breezeway, off to the left is the gymnasium that is a couple yards away. It has a lot more space than the courtyard, but that's it. No flowers or decorations occupy the remaining areas.
"Do you guys think the coach will let us have a free period again today?" Tweek overhears a boy ask his peers. They're all walking on the smooth surfaced grass towards the gymnasium.
"I don't know, but I hope so," someone answers.
Tweek starts to feel nervous, wondering what Coach McCormick will have him do since he missed a few days. The tardy bell rings in the distance just as the group enter the gym, one of the teens pulling the metal door closed behind him.
"Tweek, come ova here." Tweek sees Coach McCormick standing in the middle of the basketball court, he ambles over to him. "Taday's the last day fer free period so ya'll betta enjoy this one as much as ya can." Tweek joins the man on the basketball court, who gives him a scolding glare. "What's yer excuse fer not showin' up yesterday? And don't even try ta lie cuz aah know you went to yer first class."
What lie can Tweek possibly tell him? That he decided to only go to one class and skip the rest? That's just dumb, plus it's not even his fault - he tired his damnedest to come here yesterday, but ended up getting the lights knocked out of him for no reason. Craig may have apologized for doing that, and Tweek may have forgiven him, but what he hasn't forgiven him for was having him miss this class as well as his third and fourth classes.
Tweek keeps a straight face as he says, "Craig knocked me out, and kidnapped me."
His coach instantly bursts out laughing, causing his students that are sat on the bleachers to look their way. Tweek just gives him a deadpan stare until he starts calming down. Coach McCormick wipes the tears from his eyes. "Aw shit, that was one of the funniest excuses aah've eva heard." Then he clears his throat. "Ya know you wouldn't even be standin' here had all that really happened."
...Is he implying that Craig has kidnapped students before? Regardless if it's true or not, Tweek's proof of him being punched had long since healed, when, he doesn't know. Perhaps before he returned to the academy building yesterday since Kyle didn't question it.
"I was telling the truth," Tweek says.
"I'll believe you fer now. Aah've heard so many excuses about Craig doin' this, and Craig doin' that that it's gotten old. But yer still considered new plus you gave me a good laugh." Coach McCormick walks away to his office.
Tweek stands there watching him leave. It's good that he's not in trouble, but was he seriously not going to fill him in on what they've been doing these past few days? Well, if that's the case, then he won't worry about it. He turns around looking at the bleachers, and in that instant, he's unsure where to sit. He could sit next to Stan who looks bored out of his mind or Kyle who's looking right at him. Locking eyes so suddenly takes him aback, but he decides to sit next to him. He feels bad for not going to keep Stan company, but if he sits next to him, it would most likely be very awkward between them. That or Stan would once again ask him about his supposed forgotten question.
While Tweek approaches Kyle, he notices someone watching him from the upper end of the bleachers, their black eyes making him feel uneasy. Wait, that's the guy he'd seen last night! So it turns out they share this class together, no wonder Tweek thought he'd seen him somewhere before.
The moment Tweek sits down, Trent begins to descend towards them. "Hey, Tweek," he greets leaning forward, ignoring Kyle's existence.
The redhead sighs in annoyance. "Will you leave him alone?"
"How about you piss off? Like I told you last night, I have business with your boyfriend here." His last statement catches his classmates' attention.
While Tweek involuntarily blushes, Kyle gives Trent a corner-eyed glare, aware he's provoking him on purpose. "He is not my boyfriend-"
"Yet."
"-so how about you piss off instead, jackass?"
Trent smirks, this is going exactly how he thought it would go. Kyle is so easy to rile up. "Are you sure? With the way you were acting last night, I'd say you two are definitely dating. Poor Kenny though." Trent's smirk broadens as almost everyone starts murmuring to one another, a few believing him while the rest are doubtful but also considering the possibility, and wondering about the true nature of Kyle's and Kenny's relationship. As much as Trent would rather have taught Kyle a lesson for not minding his own business with a punch or two to the face, starting a rumor about him and those he's close to is just as satisfactory.
Tweek feels the need to speak up, thinking his silence will be taken as confirmation that they're really a couple. "We're not dating."
Trent shrugs. "Whatever, I don't really care if you are or not. At least it shut him up." He glances over at Kyle, he's faced away having an indescribable air around him. "Now I can finally ask you-" Kyle suddenly pulls Tweek into a kiss.
It becomes very quiet as all eyes gawk at the two, even Tweek is left stunned, gaping into blood red irises. Slowly, they separate and with an apologetic smile, Luke releases his wrist. Luke faces Trent with an uncanny grin that makes him shrink back.
"I lied. We are dating."
(A/n: A genderbent Wendy makes an appearance! The next chapter will be up soon)