"It would be nice if you said something!" I cried, wringing my hands. "I'm sorry we have to do the project together, but you have to help!" Craig was just sitting there, glaring at the floor, not responding for awhile. It made me think he was plotting something…like my death – Oh, why did I have to say that? Jesus Christ.

Craig stood up, looming over me. I gulped. "Help?" As far as I could tell, his eyes narrowed. "Like you helped me?" He yelled, and I cringed, backing away on my bed. He grabbed my wrists. "You abandoned me, Tweek! I hate you, I hate you!" His fists swinged forward, making contact with my face and knocking me out.

I wake up, screaming. I check the time on my phone, curling up. 1:30am. Well, I'm not going to be able to go to sleep now. I tremble. How can I go to Craig's house? What if my dreams actually happens, or worse? God, what if he cuts me up for revenge?

But, what did I even do? I didn't abandon him. He abandoned me! I wasn't the one to become a loner – that was him. I'm probably overthinking this, he probably doesn't think that. Still, why did he come around the other day? Why did he hug me, and why the gnome was he beaten up?

Ugh, gnomes.

I really shouldn't have mentioned them, especially since they'll be here soon. I stare at their layre solemnly. I'm not going to think about Craig, I'm not going to think about Craig stupid Tucker…

Or the fact that if we were still friends, he would be here right now, protecting me. I think I miss that.

I walk home in silence, but I'm not alone. I can't help making anxious noises every couple of seconds. I mean, good god, I'm going to Craig's house! I can't stop thinking about that dream…Or him. I glare at his back, hating the whole project, hating him. Well, I don't really hate him. That sounds mean. I'm sorry! I just don't even get who he is, anymore.

I fidget as he stops outside the front door, searching for the key. It looks the same as it always has, not far from my house. I wonder if Craig will have pile of laundry waiting on his bed that he used to love to do, which is really weird, or whether Stripes is still there. I shouldn't remember all this stuff about him, considering once this project is over, I never want to speak to him again!

I follow him inside, trying not to pull at my hair, and plucking at my backpack straps inside. I step past a few takeaway boxes. Ew, germs. It looks a lot messier than the last time I saw it. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to see anymore, and trail after him on the stairs. I trip, falling a bit before grabbing the banister. I yelp, but he doesn't look back. Bastard.

I open my eyes again, running after him to his room, kind of interested about what it is like now. Huh, not that different. For someone who loves doing laundry, his room is so messy, if he still does, that is. Oh, what should I care? Craig sits on the bed, and I linger in the doorway, biting my lip.

"You can sit down, you know." I grind my teeth and sit on the bed as well, a few inches away from him. I try to calm myself down, knowing it won't help much. Craig doesn't seem angry, and he's not sitting on the floor, it's all good. Yet, he's not saying anything…Yup, I'm going to die.

"Are you okay, you seem on edge…" I ignore his nasal tone, peeling at a thumbnail. He's staring at me, making me nervous. "So, what do you-" He doesn't finish as he stares ahead, past me, out the window. I frown, seeing a car pull up in the driveway. What's wrong about a car?

…Unless I'm about to be human trafficked. Shit.

"Tweek, you need to go. I'll, uh, see you tomorrow…" I blink. That ended quickly. At least I won't get killed. He grabs my arm when I don't get up immediately, making me screech and jolt away, rushing out of the house. I barely register Craig's Dad staring at me, kind of angrily, as I run away.

I also don't want to think about that loud thud.