(A/n: Trigger warning: usage of a homophobic slur)

Chapter 24: Making Things Worse- Pt. 2 (Last)

The silence that follows after Luke's - his voice disguised as Kyle's - confession is brief, and it's Trent that snaps out of his momentary state of shock.

"Heh," he smirks. "Well ain't you bold."

"What? Was your question gonna be a confession to my boyfriend?" Luke retorts smirking as well. Tweek doesn't like where this is going...

This sparks up conversations jokingly questioning Trent's sexuality. Trent ends up dropping his smirk. "Shut up!" He shouts at his classmates, and the voices almost instantly cease their gibing. He looks angrily back at Luke. "Just cuz nothin' but guys go here doesn't mean everyone's a faggot like you."

"Seeing as how you've taken a great offensive to my joke, I'd assume you are one too," Luke snaps back calmly.

His face practically red with rage, Trent attempts to sock Luke in the face. He dodges the quick jab despite the really short distance, however Trent doesn't stop there, and the two end up out of their seats. Tweek moves out of their way, almost losing his balance in the process. All eyes watch and follow their every move with great interest while Stan has trouble keeping up, they're moving way too fast for the human eyes. But at least he's no longer bored.

"Someone's got a really short temper. Can't take a joke, huh?" Luke teases as he's effortlessly evading the fast strikes.

Trent responds by getting serious, unnecessarily so. A ghostly dark aura starts emitting from his body and envelops him entirely, giving him the appearance of a phantom, nulling out his presence as if he's no longer in the gym. His black eyes are now a radiant, pupil-less white, and that is the only distinguishable feature on his being.

"T-this is getting dangerous." Tweek looks towards Coach McCormick's office door near the corner by the other side of the bleachers. It's closed but it's only a matter of time before he senses something wrong, and comes out to check. He hopes it's before Luke gets hurt, since he's taken over Kyle's body. He wouldn't really care if Luke gets injured had he had his own body.

"Him being in that form negated his presence. Let's switch back, Luke," Kyle says, getting a bad feeling if this drags on any longer.

"Yeah, I know and don't worry we will, after I teach this punk a lesson first." Luke parries Trent's fist that whisks in his face, and counterattacks by flicking his forehead. It might've seemed like a harmless flick, but from the way Trent stumbles back with a pained grunt, it's as if he'd gotten punched instead. "You're so pathetic," Luke says shaking his head. They're now standing within the basketball court. "Going this far over a joke. You started it in case you've forgotten."

"I didn't start shit!" Trent growls, the sound of his voice distorted as if he's talking underwater. "All I wanted was to ask Tweek a question, but you kept butting in."

"Well now you know why. I'm a rather protective boyfriend, ya see"

"...You're just making things worse..."

"Oh that's not the only thing I know, turns out I didn't even need to ask him. You already answered it for me."

Luke frowns confusedly. "How so?"

The shadowy aura around Trent's head shrivels back to reveal him wearing a triumphant grin on his face, his forehead is bruised and bleeding, but it instantly starts to heal. "You were the one who turned Tweek into a vampire."

While everyone appears dumbfounded by this revelation, Luke on the other hand, shifts his expression to that of composed curiosity. "What gave it away?"

"You're overprotectiveness obviously. You're not even like that when you're around Kenny-"

"Because he knows how to take care of himself," Luke points out.

Trent's grin doesn't waver. "True, but you didn't deny what I said. So you really did turn him, and people call me a bad guy."

Luke's expression changes into disappointment. "Tch, and for a second there, I thought you figured out how to use that brain of yours for once."

"What?!"

Luke swiftly closes the gap between them, roughly grabbing Trent by the throat. As he lifts him up in the air, Trent starts trying to remove his hand from around his neck, but proves fruitless. The rest of his aura begins to crumble away like burnt paper.

"Luke, don't kill him!"

"You only guessed that I turned him, wanting to start up another rumor since I ruined the first one. But you're wrong, Kyle didn't turn him." His unsettling smile returns, and so does his actual voice as he utters, "I did."

The next few moments are but a blur; the shouts of concern, confusion, and fear, Coach McCormick bursting out of his office demanding to know what the hell was going on, and Trent's screaming as flames erupt from Luke's hand.

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Tweek is sitting in the back of his third period class in a daze. The events that transpired in his previous class are still fresh in his mind, the first half of it and the fire. Especially the fire. It started burning so bright that it became blinding...however what happened afterwards is a mystery. Before Kyle had regained control of his body, Luke reassured Tweek that he did not harm anyone, and that the expansion of his flames were merely a diversion so that he could erase everyone's memories of what just happened. He had also apologized.

Tweek decides not to dwell on the issue now that his teacher has walked into the classroom, both his name and appearance very familiar, but Tweek doesn't feel like recalling where he'd seen/heard of him before.

Mr. Leon Edgewood teaches a subject called Bloodology. It sounds really similar to Biology so Tweek can only assume that they're going to study the different blood types or something. Ugh...

A minute later, the tardy bell rings. A few more students briskly enter the classroom before Mr. Edgewood closes the door.

The curly-haired man returns to his seat at the teachers desk, and begins calling the attendance. The first student he calls is someone named Joey Blairwind. When the boy mutters, "Here", Tweek looks to see that the owner of the voice also has curly hair, but his is black. He's sitting in the middle row behind Stan. Oh yeah, he forgot he found out that he shares this class with him. Not just Stan, but Gregory also, who's occupying the third desk in the first row.

After about ten more calls of the students' names, it's Tweek's turn. He announces his presence with a timid, "Here".

Mr. Edgewood was about to instinctively mark him absent until his voice fully registers in his ears. He spins around in his seat, unsure who spoke. "Raise your hand." Tweek sheepishly raises his hand, and all heads look his way, making him even more nervous. Mr. Edgewood is rendered shocked for a second, then he gives him a warm smile. "Glad to finally see you in class. I hope you know that you have a lot of catching up to do. Once I'm done taking the roll, I'll assign the class with some work to do while I fill you in on everything that you need to know."

"Can I do it?" Someone volunteers.

Lowering his hand, Tweek looks over at a teenager that has light brown hair reaching down to his neck and blue eyes. He's sat in the last seat of the second row.

"Sure," Mr. Edgewood says. "Tweek and Brendon, switch seats. When Allen is done explaining things to you Tweek, you two can switch back." He turns back around, and finishes calling the rest of his students' names.

Tweek and the other male named Brendon both stand up from their chairs, going to their temporary new seats. Brendon is a handsome young man with long frizzy, golden blonde locks that's tied into a ponytail. Before they pass by each other, Brendon winks at Tweek, a playful glint in his indigo purple eyes. Tweek is unable to fight away the blush that makes itself present in his cheeks, Brendon quite satisfied with his reaction. Tweek sits down on the left side of Allen's desk, the light brunette quick to notice the blush on his pale skin, but doesn't question it - knowing Brendon is somewhat of a flirt. Instead, he asks about the whereabouts of his binder or notebook and a pencil, Tweek tells him that he only has a pencil. Wendell let him keep it, and he'd used up all four sheets of the paper he gave him.

"I'll give you some paper." Allen rips out a few sheets of paper from his black spiral notebook, setting them down on top of Tweek's desk while the pale blonde himself takes out the mechanical pencil from his pants pocket. "Before you write anything down, I have to tell you what it is that we learn in this class, and it's about the different blood types of both humans, vampires, and animals. Right now, we're being taught about certain blood types that are poisonous for vampires to drink, and before you ask, not everyone's blood is harmless."

Tweek can't believe he'd guessed right about the etymology of Bloodolgy, much to his dismay. As Allen informs him more about their current lesson, Tweek can't bring himself to care too much about which bloods are safe and unsafe to drink. He's not ever going to go out of his way to drink it by itself so he's not really concerned...But then again, the coffee Kyle brought him yesterday evening was pretty tasty, and seeing Kyle add blood into his own coffee this morning confirmed his suspicions that he did the same with the coffee he had gave him.

...Perhaps...putting blood only in his favorite beverage wouldn't hurt.

(A/n: I hope you enjoyed and the next chapter will be up soon)