Chapter Summary: Tweek meets Mr. Mackey and talks to Craig...
Beginning Notes:
I'd just like to say that this is probably going to be my last consistent update for a while. I haven't given up on this story and I'm going to keep writing but I'd like to spread out my updates more so it gives me a chance to figure out the direction I want this story to go in. I also have another idea I want to start working on and a bunch of WIP for another fandom that I should probably work on. So if I don't update for periods at a time, I haven't forgotten about this and I'm just working on a few chapters before I post it. 👍👍
WARNING: NONE 😁
"I can't believe the nerve he has." Clyde rambled as he took him to the counselor's office. "He's supposed to be my friend."
He was trying to block him out the best he could. He was shaking with rage, his fist hurt like a bitch and he couldn't tears from running down his face. He wondered what people were going to say about him now. It wasn't like people seemed to like Cartman. People had cheered him on and none of Cartman's friends had tried to stop the fight for his benefit. Clyde had only stopped him when he saw that he was crying. He would've been embarrassed due to his behavior if it wasn't for the anger he felt.
He hated South Park and he wanted to go back home, to his real home with Ms. Grant. He hadn't called her yet, not knowing what he would say. He wondered if she would hear that he got into a fight. He wondered if she would lecture him or if she would just tisk her tongue and shake her head. He wanted a lecture, he wanted her to yell at him. If she yelled at him then it meant she still cared.
Clyde turned the corner and they came to the counselor's office. There were empty chairs outside of the door and a table that was covered in dust. He wondered what this Mr. Mackey was like. He assumed he would be annoying like all his other counselors. He would either say he was lashing out for some reason and would make a big deal out of a small thing or that he was just a troublemaker and should be isolated from the student body. He didn't mind not being around the students at the school but he had been labeled as a troublemaker his entire life and he wasn't taking it anymore.
"Bye Clyde." He said shortly, getting ready to turn the doorknob.
"I'll wait for you if you want me." Clyde offered.
"Won't you miss your c-class?" He asked him.
"You're my brother Tweek." Clyde told him. "I'm going to look out for you now."
"I can look after myself Clyde." Tweek assured him. "And just because we're-NAH-brothers, doesn't mean that you have to follow me around like I'm a defenseless c-child. I'll be f-fine, it's nothing that hasn't happened-NAH-before."
"You mean you've gotten into fights before?" Clyde asked him in disbelief.
"Yeah." He shrugged. "I mean I couldn't have beaten up that f-f-fatass without any-AHH-experience."
"You sure are a badass." Clyde exclaimed, raising up his hand for a high-five. Tweek high fived him back unempathetically. "No one's ever beaten up Cartman before besides Kyle."
"Hmmm." He hummed, not caring to ask who Kyle was.
"And even then Kyle's never broken his nose."
"I b-broke his-NAH-n-nose." Tweek exclaimed. That was something he had never done before.
"Looks like it." Clyde said nonchalantly. "Don't worry though, he deserved that."
"How am I-GAH-supposed to e-explain that to him?" Tweek asked him, referring to Mr. Mackey.
"Look, Mr. Mackey's one of those people that's all about inclusiveness and keeping the things that happen in this school out of the news." Clyde explained. "Do you know how many fights Cartmans' gotten into? And he never gets into trouble for them because he has fucking tourettes or something and Mr. Mackey and the principal don't want people to think they're not being accepting. "
"He has t-t-tourettes?" Tweek asked.
"That's what his mom says but everyone knows he really doesn't. He's just a jerk who wants an excuse to call people names. No one ever questions it though because it's fucking Eric Cartman."
"If you don't like him then why do you hang out with him?"
"I don't really know. He's Hedi's boyfriend and Hedi's friends with Bebe, Wendy, Red, and Nichole. Nichole is dating Token and Wendy's dating Stan and all the girls are friends with the guys so Hedi tags along and so does Cartman. There like a package deal even though no one knows why Hedi's dating him. But no one really likes him. I mean I guess at the end of the day he's more like our brother than he is a friend but sometimes he can be nice."
"C-c-cool." Tweek stuttered, not caring about Clyde's friend dynamic. It seemed a bit stupid if he was being honest. "Well you don't have to wait for me, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Okay." Clyde said, stuffing his hands in his pocket. "Cheer up okay? It's only the first day."
Clyde walked away and he took a deep breath before he turned the door handle and walked through the door.
"Oh hello there." A middle-aged man greeted him. He had black, balding hair and was wearing thin-framed glasses. He had on a long-sleeved, green with a blue tie and jeans. His head was too big for his thin body and it looked like his tie was too tight, cutting the circulation in his neck off.
"Hi." He said dryly, looking down at the floor. He wasn't aware of what he looked like but he knew that Cartman had gotten in a few hits (even if they were weak) and he probably had some bruises on his face.
"You must be Tweek." The man said. His voice was nasally just like Clyde's and Craig's and he wondered if their tones were due to the cold weather. It was annoying. "Come have a seat, m'kay?"
He sat down in the chair in front of Mr. Mackey's desk and kept his head bowed down.
"Now I've heard a lot about you Tweek, m'kay?" Mr. Mackey started saying. "You're from South Dakota, that's cool, m'kay? And you're currently living with the Donavans. Now how do you like that?"
"It's fine." He mumbled, wondering how much he actually knew about him.
"M'kay, that's good." Mr. Mackey nodded along. "What happened to your eye there?"
"I got into a fight." He admitted, looking up at him now so he could see all the damage.
"A fight!" Mr. Mackey exclaimed angrily. "With who?"
"Cartman."
"Eric Cartman, hmm." Mr. Mackey tisked, sitting back in his chair. "He sure is a trouble maker, that kid."
"My brot-I mean Clyde brought me-GAH-here." Tweek told Mr. Mackey.
"Well, we can't punish either of you." Mr. Mackey thought aloud. "I mean with Eric's tourettes and your pass, well we'd sure get into a lot of trouble with the parents, m'kay?"
"Okay?" He asked, unsure of the man's catchphrase.
"I'm gonna call your parents, m'kay? And I'll call Eric's too. Neither of you are in trouble but I insist that you go get cleaned up at the nurse's office, m'kay?"
"Okay." Tweek rolled his eyes.
"I'm gonna write you a pass, Tweek." Mr. Mackey told him. "I'm sorry for this inconvenience on your first day, m'kay?"
"Whatever." He muttered.
"You can go wait in the hallway while I fill this out, m'kay?" Mr. Mackey told him, showing him a big stack of papers. Great, he was never going to get to class now.
He stood up from his chair and sluggishly left the room, going out into the hallway and sitting down in one of the chairs. He was alone in the hall and was grateful for the silence. He felt like the world had been buzzing around him all day, laughing at him as he struggled to get used to his new town. He clenched his hand up and made a fist, frowning at the crusted blood and the cuts he saw. He wished he would've gone in for one more punch, to end the fight instead of letting Clyde stop him. It was unsatisfying.
He thought about what he would return home to that afternoon. He knew Roger and Betsy would be upset with him for getting into a fight on his first day and wondered what punishment he had in store. Maybe he would just banish him to his room for a few days, something he wouldn't mind in the least bit.
He was thinking about possible punishments they would give him when he heard someone approach him. He looked up to see a familiar face sitting down in the chair in front of him. It was Craig, Clyde's best friend.
"Whoa, you look like shit." Craig told him when he looked up at him. He rolled his eyes again and looked back down.
"Gee t-thanks." He said under his breath.
"Tweek right?" Craig asked him, trying to start a conversation.
"Yeah."
"I'm Craig if you don't remember." Craig told him.
"I remember."
"That was pretty cool what you did to Cartman. No one's ever had the guts to mess with that dumbass."
"So I've been told." Tweek told him.
"So what's it like living with Clyde?" Craig asked him. "He must get on your nerves a lot. He gets on mine all the time."
"I t-thought he was your friend?" Tweek asked him, not liking how Craig was talking about him. Sire, Clyde was annoying but it was only because he cared so much. He generally did like Clyde.
"He is, he's my bro." Craig assured him. "But he's too hyper and energetic sometimes. Sometimes you just need someone to chill with, you know?"
"Yeah, sure."
"So what's it like?"
"It's fine." Tweek shrugged. "He's really nice."
"And why'd you have to move here?" Craig asked him, digging a little too far into his business.
"Family stuff." Tweek replied shortly, trying to give off the idea that he didn't want to talk about it.
"I get that." Craig nodded. "Is that why you're acting like a prissy little bitch?"
"E-Excuse m-me?" Tweek stuttered, looking at Craig with hate-filled eyes. "Y-you have a lot of f-fucking-NAH-nerve."
"No need to get defensive," Craig said calmly. "I'm just saying."
"Just saying w-what?" Tweek narrowed his eyes.
"That it obvious you're being protective because you're scared," Craig explained. "It's a common method people use because they're scared of being seen as vulnerable. Cartman was picking out your flaws in front of everyone and you felt the need to take him down a peg to protect yourself."
"What the h-hell are you talking about?" Tweek asked him, starting to feel just like he had before he punched Cartman. "And why were you staring at me early? What are you a p-pervert?"
"If you're worried about perverts then the only one you have to worry about is Kenny." Craig informed him. "And he's dating Butters."
"GAH-Is anyone here normal?" He asked himself out loud. "W-Why are you even talking to me?"
"Well your Clyde's brother and I'm Clyde's friend, we could be friends." Craig suggested.
"Is that how you t-talk to all you-GAH-friends?" Tweek glared at him.
"Pretty much. I'm not one to beat around the bush. If someone's acting like they have a stick up their ass then I tell them."
"You're such a t-tool."
"You're not very nice are you." Craig pointed out and to Tweek's surprise, he almost sounded disappointed and he didn't know how that was possible. His voice was so monotone and void if life.
"You're the o-one who called me-GAH-a p-prissy little b-b-bitch." Tweek defended himself.
"God, you stutter almost as much as Jimmy does." Craig snapped. "Look I'm sorry for my words choice, no one ever argues with me about it. It's just who I am."
"Well I'm sorry I beat up your f-friend." Tweek said stiffly.
"He's not my friend dude." Craig told him. "Trust me, I hate half the dudes I hang out with and the other half I only tolerate."
"Then w-why do you hang out w-with them?" Tweek questioned him. First Clyde and now Craig, did these people even like the people they called their friends?
"Just because I hate them doesn't mean I don't love them." Craig told him. "We're a family and sometimes your family annoys the shit out of you. That doesn't mean I think my life would be better without them."
"You m-make no s-sense." Tweek shook his head.
"Well maybe you should hang out with us sometime and see what we're like." Craig suggested. "Everyone's already pretty impressed with you."
"Why would I-I hang out with y-you?"
"Because who else do you have?" Craig challenged him. "Craig loves his friends and I doubt he'll make time for the both of us. If you don't want to lose him then you should try hanging out with his crew."
His mind was spinning. Craig had to be mental. How did one go from name-calling to inviting people to hang out with him? It was a rollercoaster and he wanted to get off. He wanted to get his pass and go to class or hell, just skip and go home. Or whatever he called home since it was never actually going to be that. It was Clyde's home and it was his house.
"M-Maybe I will then." Tweek crossed his arms. "Why are you here anyway?"
"Got sent here by Mr. Garrison." Craig sighed. "Said I was talking back."
"Were you?"
"Yeah, so what?" Craig asked. "You don't annoy someone and not expect back talk."
"I-I g-guess your right."
"Are you okay?" Craig asked him.
Not really.
"I've n-never been b-better." Tweek told him. "How about you?"
"I could say the same." Craig smirked.
"Alright Tweek, here's your pass." Mr. Mackey walked out of his office and handed him a sheet of paper. "Go to the nurse and get something for your eye, you look terrible."
"Thanks." Tweek said sarcastically as Craig stifled a laugh.
"For God's sake Tucker, what are you doing here?" Mr. Mackey asked, turning his attention to Craig.
"Visiting my favorite guidance counselor." Craig told him, charmfully.
"I just saw you yesterday Craig, m'kay?." Mr. Mackey started to lecture him. "Why can't you behave?"
"I don't know, why can't you loosen your tie?" Craig asked him and this time Tweek was the one to laugh.
"In my office now Craig, m'kay?" Mr. Mackey instructed him and Craig stood up from his chair.
"Later Tweekers." Craig waved to him. "Don't forgot about my offer."
"I won't f-forget." Tweek assured him. "I just won't think about it."
Craig flipped him off and flashed him a smile before disappearing into Mr. Mackey's office. He shook his head at his antics again before making his way to the nurse's office. He didn't know where it was so he just continued walking down the hallway that Mr. Mackey's office was down, thinking they would be near each other.
He had gone the right way and found the office a few minutes later. It smelled like latex and hand sanitizer, a smell he definitely didn't mind. He regretted walking inside the room though because no one other than Cartman was sitting in a chair while holding a tissue to his dried up, bloody nose. Once Cartman caught sight of him, he really let him have it.
"There he is Nurse Connie, there's the boy who tried to rape me." He tattled to the nurse. She didn't seem to care, continuing to flip through her women's health magazine with her pretty, painted fingernails. She was too pretty to be working as a school nurse.
"Stay still Eric." She instructed him.
"Like anyone would-NAH-rape you." Tweek retorted, slipping his note to the nurse.
"You have a lot of fucking nerve you asshole." Cartman continued to yell. "Look what you did to my face."
"I'm so fucking sorry." Tweek apologized unsympathetically. "It's not like you didn't deserve it."
Cartman continued rambling and yelling, dripping blood on his pants while the nurse gave him an ice pack for his eye. He started feeling the aching pain of his eye once he put the ice on it but he wasn't about to make a scene like the big fat bawling baby.
"C-can I-I leave now?" He asked the nurse. He didn't know what time it was and he would rather be in an actual class than in all these offices.
"C-can I-I leave now?" Cartman mocked him but Tweek ignored him.
"Sure thing hon." The nurse nodded towards him. "Feel better."
"T-Thanks." He said, grabbing his bag off the floor and heading towards the door. "Bye C-Cartman."
"Bye faggot." Cartman sneered at him. Tweek walked out of the office and stopped in the hallway to fish his schedule out of his bag. He hadn't looked at it at all and needed to know where he was going.
He looked to see that his first class was homeroom with a Mr. Garrison. He remembered that Craig had come from that class and wondered who else would be there as he headed towards the room.
Ending Notes:
I love Mr. Mackey, he's probably my favorite adult along with Mr. Garrison!
Please leave any comments. questions or feedback in the comment section, it would mean a lot to me! If you have any ideas for me, I'd love to hear them! 💖💖
Everyone have a great day/night and I hope you keep reading!
-Lis 😁😁
