Shaking like always with thermos in hand Tweek ran up to Craig with a huge busted lip smile "C-craig guess ACK what?" Craig looked up with his usual bored monotone expression, "What?" Tweek practically started convulsing from his happy, erratic shaking " I g-got an nngh A! You know on that humogo project thing in English." The huge smile widening as he repeated the exciting news to Craig. "Oh." was all Craig said in reply. Tweek's smile fell a bit.

Suddenly Tweek's phone started ringing, with shaking fingers he answered it "H-hello?" The curiosity in Tweek's eyes turned into happiness and recognition as the person on the other end continued talking, while in Craig's eyes boredom turned to jealousy, the only two prominent emotions Craig Tucker has.

"Who is it?" Craig semi-growled and semi-whispered.

"W-wait one sec ACK okay?" Tweek must have received an affirmative because he covered the receiver with one hand. "Its C-christophe, we're d-doing a project ACK together in English. H-he invited me t-to nngh go get some coffee a-and work on it. C-can I ACK please go C-Craig, p-pretty please."

"You mean the French fuck? No." His eyes narrowed.

"C-craig I don't wa-" Crack was all you heard. A hand print shaped bruise lay on Tweek's face.

"I said no." Craig growled.

"O-okay." He put the phone back to his ear trying to not show how much it hurt. "I-I can't nngh go Christophe." Some buzzing was heard and a quick goodbye.

Tweek's POV

I wanted to curl in on myself, I couldn't do anything these days without getting slapped. I had no one to talk to or run to, only Craig. Even the beatings were getting worse and much harder to cover. But no matter what Craig is my love, my one and only. Nothing was going to change. We have to embrace everything about the person we love. Anyways I deserved those beating for being such a spaz or freak. I know I'm not good enough for him and I am lucky to even have him.

Today I was walking with a limp, thank goodness no one noticed me. Actually its more like they're trying to forget me, like a pest that is left in the attic to die. Not that they would have cared if they noticed, no one wanted to see the bruises of shame. Each bruise was a mark of the unhappiness I caused Craig.

My backpack felt heavier than usual due to my injuries. I was thinking about this when a certain French smoking student approached me.

"'Ello Tweek. I see 'u could not make it to 'our study date?"

" E-Er ya b-because er ACK I have s-some stuff to d-do after school. S-So uh ya..." I trailed off uncertainly.

Chritophe's eyes narrowed and I knew he was looking at me, really looking at me. My cheeks slowly started to turn red. "Uh I have to go." I said quickly, stunning myself with no stuttering. Oh gosh what if Christophe is a gnome and he is going to tell the gnome police that I'm hurt and they're going to take even more underwear because they know I can't fight back. Then I go broke out of underpants then they start stealing my blood and then they start stealing blood, then OH NO- my thoughts were broken when I felt a hand on my arm, I flinched out of instinct and because I had a cut and a bruise there. I turned expecting to see Craig but instead I was faced with Christophe.

" You 'ave a limp." was all he said before he put a cigarette in his mouth and left. I was left there in the middle of the hallway confused. That is until a rough hand grabbed my arm. Instantly I knew it was Craig, he was so distinguishable, I also knew we were going to the back where a lot of the "falls" had happened. I just knew he was jealous over Christophe, he hadn't gotten over it even after last night which was a harder beating than usual. We burst through the back doors and he threw me against the brick wall. With distant disdain I realized most of these red stains were my blood. I felt a punch being thrown against my face.

"That doesn't seem very 'over like oui?" that voice shocked me. Oh God Christophe saw. Was the only thought running through my head. I lifted my bruised face to the wall to see Christophe in the same position I had seen him before. With a cigarette between his lips and a relaxed expression. Craig I could see was mad, which made me a little scared for later.

"H-his uh fist just slipped...?" my voice trailed of and the supposed to be confident statement came out like a question.

"You haven't seen anything." Craig growled, his eyes still emotionless.