I'm slow at updating and writing and being human!

A/N: This chapter is so short and ugh! Sorry!

Craig lay on his bed – hands resting beneath his head as the annoying thoughts circle his mind. Annoying thoughts, thoughts about Tweek. Thoughts about what he really wishes he could do to the small vibrating boy. Horrible things – mean things to be more human about it. He didn't want to torture him; he merely wanted to break him.

Why? his mind asked him.

Craig blinked. Wait, why did I want to break Tweek? Perhaps in an attempt to punish him – punish him for even thinking he could secretly like Craig. Secretly love him. The thought was puzzling him into confusion.

Bebe and Wendy. They wanted Craig to go out with Tweek because they thought it would be really cute. Token was completely against the whole thing. No one else really gave comment to the situation. But he himself – he didn't understand it. It was out of sheer impulse. Peer pressure if you will. If no one had asked him to do it in the first place, the thought would have never crossed his mind. He never would have walked up to Tweek in the cafeteria and forced the small boy to date him. And he never would have gotten an almost kiss out of him.

So… why did Craig want to break Tweek?

He turned his head to the side – the moon's glow was seeping through his window, in a long translucent light. Pointing to something on the ground. Something square and small and metallic, reflective. He threw his legs over the side of the bed – sitting up and standing he walked over to the object and picked it up. It was smooth to the touch and when his eyes landed on the foreign object a nasty smirk immediately fell onto his lips.

It was a condom.

Oh yes, it was then that Craig remembered why he was doing this. To get something out of this, something that he really wanted. To take advantage of. To use Tweek in the most incredible and intimate of ways.

"Good thing I saw you buddy, I almost wanted to stop this." Craig smirked again.

Almost.

"Wh-What?" Tweek yelped and almost dropped his books for a second time.

Craig was leaning against the locker next to Tweek's – the boy actually came to school the next day, perhaps forgetting about their almost kiss yesterday. Craig didn't forget.

He got to school a few minutes earlier than he would have on a regular day so he could stop and talk with Tweek. He wasn't going to let the little spaz get away today. When Tweek did arrive he was shaking more than usual. His hair seemed rather tame, as if he tried to brush the mess down this morning. His clothes unsurprisingly uneven and his eyes were round and wide and doe like.

Like a total crackhead, Craig thought.

Tweek almost had a spasm when he noticed Craig was waiting for him. He dropped one of his books – Craig had decided to play the cool and airy type for that moment. He stepped over to the shaking boy, knelt and picked up the book. He gave his best smile for Tweek, a toothy smile since those were his favorite. He returned the book to him.

"You gotta be careful, Tweek." He cooed.

He could tell Tweek didn't know what to do. He was frozen and staring – broke. Craig was never nice, not ever. So the reaction wasn't that much of a shock. Heck, Craig even shocked himself.

It's just for show, he had to remind himself.

But Craig keeps this up, he wants to trick Tweek into thinking he isn't the mean and coldhearted person that he shows around the school. To his friend, his enemies, the teachers – he wants to try and convince him that's he's different. He wants, no, he needs to get on Tweeks side. Trick him.

"I said; you should come over to my house today." Another toothy grin appears, noticing Tweek stares hard when he does this. "No one will be home. It'll be quiet, just you and me."

Timid hands raise and slide into blonde hair, Craig notices the tugging Tweek is giving to his hair and head. Be gallant, his mind thought. Sliding his hand over Tweeks, Craig laces his fingers in between the shaking boys and tightens his fingers. Practically holding his hand, Craig slides it out of the tangled locks.

"Don't do that." He whispers.

Craig is genuinely intrigued when he watches as Tweek stares hard at their hands. Staring as if he's never had contact before. He saw the look in the boys eyes – a look that almost said, 'No one's ever touched me like this.' A look that made Craig swallow hard. And that's when he noticed that Tweek wasn't shaking. He wasn't shaking or vibrating or moving at all. He was still – still as peace. He almost gawked.

I've got him, he finally realized. I've got him and it was this easy.

Who's got who? his mind asked him.

Craig easily shook that thought away and he lifted his gaze a little – taking his eyes away from the child like incredulous look of Tweeks. "Please come over."

Tweek gave a little nod.

I know this is absolutely nothing like Craig in the previous chapters, but, I was overcome with emotion when writing this. I was listening to - Be Still - by The Fray. It's a pretty intense and serious song and this is the outcome.

But, he's still pretty evil, right? Or perhaps I should do better next time. ugh.

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