"What a creep." The nicely tanned, slightly chubby boy whispered to his spastic friend, glancing at the new kid passing by them. Of couree, Craig caught this, but he decided it best to act nonchalant and non-caring. For the time being, that is.
The slightly chubby boy, Clyde, received a smack from his 'bestfriend' as they claimed, though everyone knew they were totally together.
"Don't say that. Everyone's strange in some way or another." Token scolded, shooting the noirette new kid an apologetic glance, before turning his attention back to Tweek and Clyde. "You said he looked pretty shitty, right? And that his family was asleep? You'd probably woken him up. He was getting back at you by being creepy." The dark skinned boy pointed out, leaning against a locker.
"I-I don-don't kno-know, man! He-He see-seems like he's prett-pretty much-GAH- lost it. I don-don't even thin-think he ha-had it to be-begin with, hon-honestly." Tweek replied in a rather loud whisper.
Tweek had just told them everything that had occurred the previous night. From being sent over, all the way until he'd returned to the comfort of his humble abode.
After Craig had been all creepy about the beverages, giving the creepy "Enjoy", the two had conversed about normal things. However, Craig was very vague and ominous with his answers.
For example, Tweek had shakily asked him where he'd moved from. Rather than saying Utah, where he and his family had previously subsided, he replied with a creepy "Everywhere." Which was getting close to true. They were running out of places to run from reality.
Unfortunately for them, Craig had come to a stop a few lockers down, working the combonation in and tapping his foot as he listened. That was something Craig often did. Listen. The more you listen, the more you learn. Had he interfered previously, he wouldn't have had the pleasure of hearing Tweeks unintentionally cruel comment.
He continued listening, wondering if he'd hear something nasty from the one with dark skin and a purple sweater with a bright yellow 'T'. To his surprise, he didn't. He heard only the black boy scolding them, then saying something a bit softer. He assumed this was the nasty thing, but was quickly stood corrected.
"Hey, Craig right?" Token asked as he turned away from the blonde and brunette. "I'm Token Black. It's nice to meet you. My friends and I wanted you to eat lunch with us, and maybe hang out after school." He proposed the idea, receiving a kick to the back of his knees by the chubby boy and a slight yelp from Tweek.
Craig was flabbergasted. He nodded slightly, keeping a notebook from his bag and being sure he had what he needed. "Uhm, yeah, sure. That sounds cool. I'm Craig Tucker. Nice to meet you." He gave a genuine smile, something he didnt often do. "I'll eat with you. Thanks." He closed his locker, setting the combination back to zero and fixing his bag.
"Awesome. Want me to take you to cla-" he grimaced, receiving another kick to the leg. He turned around, shooting a glare at Clyde, giving Craig time to take a couple steps back.
"Uhm, no. You can walk with Tweek and tubby over there." He replied, grinning and shooting them a wink, before turning and starting towards his classroom. "I'll see you later." He hummed in a sickeningly sweet tone.
"Knock knock." The dark haired boy joked, knocking on the table where Token, Clyde, Tweek, and some crippled kid sat. Their conversation fell silent upon his arrival, so it was quite obvious to Craig what they were talking about. The teen plopped down beside the crippled kid, turning and offering a hand. "Craig Tucker." He introduced himself.
"Ji-Ji-Jimmy Val-Valmer." The crippled kid replied, removing his arm from his crutch thing and setting them both to the side, shaking the noirettes hand. "He-Hey, wha-what is-is it call-called when Spiderman do-does gym-gymnastics?" He asked. The table collectively groaned, Craig included.
Craig had never found jokes funny. He always thought they were useless and a waste of time. They didn't bring him joy, or laughter. They brought him a headache. He couldn't help bit imagine how nice it would be to see the comedians arms in the same shape as his legs, if you know what I mean.
"Peter Parkour." The noirette replied, poking at his lunch food uncertainly. Sure, he'd heard the joke before. It was lame and cliché. Like most everything.
"Dam-Damnit new-new kid, no-no one-one likes a know-know-it-all." Jimmy scolded, putting on a slight pout as he ate his most likely poisoned school food. School food is disgusting, everyone knows that.
"Oh, you don't even know how much I know." Craig muttered under his breath, shoving food in his mouth to avoid being asked about it.
This wasn't a bluff. Craig had done his research about the town once Tweek had left. He knew most everyone, and how they acted. Creepy, yes, but what could you expect from a pyscopath.
He'd already known who Token was, and Jimmy, for that matter. He knew Clyde's name, only calling him tubby before because it would be a bit too obvious how creepy he was.
He knew who all ran the school, the head bitches, the top assholes. You think of them, he knew 'em. His particular favourites were the goth and vampire kids. Mostly because he hadn't had that sort of kids in his school.
He'd lost himself in the many layers of his fucked up mind as the others at the table conversed. He glanced back and forth between them, being sure not to let his eyes linger for too long.
Except for Tweek.