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"So, he just walked out?" Token asks me, his eyebrows furrowing together. I'm glad I'm here with him, and Clyde, since they know Craig, too. I think we're the only ones who remember him, if that makes sense. Remember him being normal, kind of. I nod, biting my lip. Why did he just walk out?

"It's weird he came in the first place." Clyde comments, drawing flowers on Token's hand. He tries to draw on me too, sometimes, but I never let him near me. The toxic ink could seep into my skin, stay there, give me a rash and blood poisoning! Evil, fatal flowers, if you ask me. They're dating – Clyde and Token. They just don't talk about it much.

"W-what do you t-think I should do?" I ask anxiously, poking at my burger, and opting for a sip of coffee instead. It's my favourite drink, but everyone says it's an addiction. I sigh, and have a though. "Nngh, what if he wants to be f-friends?" I cry out, digging my hands into my thigh. Ouch. I have cuts there, where the gnomes got me. I wonder if Craig saw.

Clyde looks up, beaming. I cringe. Clyde's not an ugly smiler – don't tell him that! – but he does it really goofily and it freaks me out a bit. "Maybe! We'd be the fantastic foursome again!" Clyde enthuses, and Token groans into his hands, yanking the graffitied one away from Clyde's grasp. I shake my head firmly.

"He's scary now." I mutter, and Clyde laughs at me. I scowl. He didn't look so scary at my house, beaten up like that, but he usually does, when he's smoking cigarettes and his hair is over his eyes and he uses one to glare at people and… No, I'm not being friends with him again!

"Sure." Token rolls his eyes, and I shiver as someone walks over my grave.* Why do they have to keep doing that?!

…and why do I feel like someone is watching me? Too much pressure.

I haven't seen Craig yet, but I think he ditches most lessons, and because of that I'm not sure which ones he is in, anyway. I don't think I ever looked out for him before. Ugh, maybe I should just forget it. But then he walks in, and I wrinkle my nose. He's wearing a long sleeved shirt, a scarf, and anything else which covers up his wounds. He looks like a mummy. I slap myself on my face, making a few people turn around and stare. Mummies!

The teacher raises an eyebrow but waves him to his seat. Wait, why is he walking over to me? He sits down in the seat next to me, and I mentally flip out. Has he always been sitting next to me? He's silent, not looking at me. Oh.

"Now, class, we will be doing paired projects." Butters waves to me from the front row. I think he means he wants to be my partner. I like Butters, but as I say, I mostly hang out with Token and Clyde. "I'll be chosing the partners, this time, due to some of you acting…irresponsibly." She turns to glare at Cartman and Kenny. I twitch. Who do I have to work with?

"The person on your right will be your partner. The sheets are on your desk." I turn to my right, and scream, making Craig's eyes, well, eye, widen and half the class look at me. I blush, and try to read the sheet. "A problem, Tweek?" I squeal, realising it's not the teacher. Not that Craig sounds feminine, it's just that he was speaking quietly and I didn't expect him to talk and I'm an idiot, I know!

I shake my head furiously, trembling, as he leans over and grabs the sheet, scanning it. He scoffs, and I snap. "What!" He shows me the sheet I barely looked at.

For your 6-week-assignment, you and your partner will engage in a creative project. You will aim to present a 10-minute presentation on the 5th of November, depicting one of the following themes: joy, envy, gluttony, rage, solace, betrayal, trust and tolerance. You will be assessed on oral –

I don't read the rest, feeling sick, and struggling to breathe. 6 weeks, with Craig? Talking about emotions, with Craig? Working together, with Craig? I can't do this. Please, please say I don't have to do this!

"Come to my house tomorrow." You let me down.

Please review. * Is an expression. Tweek believes in superstitious things like that.