WARNING: There is sexual stuff in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable with that, or if you are under the age of concent in your state/country, DO NOT READ! I mean, I guess you wouldn't be reading this far anyway since I warn that in the description. Another warning anyway, this is where it gets Rated M! Enjoy the story!

Chapter Five: School Daze

Craig's POV

The incident with Tweek happened in June. Summer flew by with the wind, between working at Jimbo's Gun Shop, doing a bit of hunting myself, and hanging out with my friends. Tweek started hanging out with us on his days off, which helped him squeeze his way into the group. We acted as though our drunken night never happened, and thankfully none of the other guys brought it up to embarrass us. I learned much more about Tweek than I ever thought I would. We only hung out with the the rest of the group, but he liked to talk when he was comfortable with the people around him. He completely bloomed when he was around us compared to the public eye. He barely stutters too, but he does talk lightening fast when he's excited or scared. I couldn't tell anyone thing, but once I started to get to know him I uncovered his beautiful soul. I never knew a small caffeine addicted spaz could be so diverse and unique. It was stunning, but if I told anyone that they would think I was gay again. The incident combining with these new thoughts wouldn't be able to deny anything. I kept telling myself I'm not gay, but even I'm starting to have a hard time believing in myself.

The fun of summer couldn't last for long, as September hit us over the head with a baseball bat. Today was my last first day of high school, ready to greet senior year with two large middle fingers. This year, I was thrust into three advanced placement classes instead of being in anything fun. One of those classes was chemistry, which pissed me off to no end. I fucking hate chemistry. The councilors told me I should be preparing for a bright future, but I just flipped them off and left. They put me in those classes anyway, so now I'm stuck in AP Calculus, AP Chemistry, and AP Physics.

I texted Tweek and asked him if he needed a ride, and I got an immediate yes response. I threw on my blue knit cap and sweatshirt before grabbing my backpack and keys. My parents had gotten me a tan 2005 Ford Explorer for my 16th birthday, and I named him Leroy. This car was one of my babies, besides Stripe, and I loved it. Sometimes if the shop was dead, Jimbo would help me fix it when something was wrong. Since it was more of an SUV size, it held everything I needed it too. If only it could hold my life together, it would be perfect.

Tweek's house was right down the street from mine, and I was there in a minute. The blond-haired mess stumbled out of his house and almost tripped on the single step. His olive green dress shirt was wrinkled and improperly buttoned, which didn't surprise me in the slightest. His shirt was half tucked into his jeans, and his grey sneakers were untied. Seeing him in this state frustrated me, I'm not really sure why. He just seemed like he could be so much better than this, and it just shows him as lazy and uncoordinated. I shook my head at him as he opened the passenger side of my car.

"Wait for a second Tweek." I stopped him before he could climb in. I pulled myself out of Leroy and walked over to the other side where he was standing. I had to look down at the blond since he was about a half a foot shorter than I was. When he looked up at me, I could see the confusion in his ocean blue eyes. I quickly noticed details of his face, such as his rounded chin that made him look younger than he was and his tiny pointed nose. I couldn't help but smiled when I looked at him. This wasn't what I stepped out of the car to do though. I started to unbutton his shirt, causing the small boy's face to turn the color of a strawberry.

"C-Craig…..what a-are…..are y-you…."

"I'm fixing you." I interrupted him. "You aren't going to school on your senior year looking like a mess." He stayed silent as I rebuttoned his shirt and tucked it fully into his jeans, as well as tied his shoes. By the time I was done, his face was almost purple. "Do you have a belt?"

"N-no…" was all he was able to squeak out.

"I think I have one in the backseat." I opened the back door and found one of my dark brown belts on the floor. I took it, looped it through Tweek's jeans, and tightened it to the smallest setting. It was still too big for his tiny waist. "There, now you're looking better."

"W-why do you c-care?"

"Why would you want to look like a hurricane hit you?" I placed both of my hands on his bony shoulders. "As long as we're friends, I'm going to help you. I'll care about you because it seems like you don't care about yourself."

"O-okay….." Realizing I had embarrassed this kid enough, I went back to the driver's side and climbed in. Tweek finally stepped into the explorer, placing his book bag by his feet. I started the car up again, and away we went towards the high school. After a minute or two of awkward silence, I decided to break it.

"So Tweek, what classes are you taking this year?"

"GAH!" He screeched and ran his hand through his golden locks, tugging on them. "Uh…..Let m-me check." He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, and I saw it was the school schedule that was sent to each student by mail. "Homeroom, Home Economics, Sculpture 2, English 4, Lunch, Painting 2, Drawing 3, and Gym 4." I listened to each name carefully, hoping that he was in at least one class.

"Who do you have homeroom with? And English 4?"

"Homeroom is…..Garrison." Mr. Garrison is the one creepy teacher who has pretty much followed us through our elementary school years into our high school years. It's like he's stalking our class specifically, but he was transferred to the high school our sophomore year due to lack of teachers. He no longer has his hand puppet Mr. Hat, which everyone is thankful for. He got help for his problems, including his gender and sexual issues. "And English 4 is choksondik."

"I thought she died when we were in like 4th grade."

"I've heard this is her younger sister who came to South Park to teach."

"Makes sense I guess." I shrugged. "I haven't really looked at my schedule too in depth, but I know I'm taking a bunch of AP classes I don't want to."

"W-why are you taking them then?"

"The school put them on my schedule without my permission, and my parents won't let me switch out of them." We pulled up to a stop sign, and with nothing in sight I reached behind me and pulled my schedule out of my backpack. "Let's see. I have homeroom with Garrison as well, then I have AP Calculus, AP Chemistry, English with Choksondik too, Lunch, obviously we have lunch together, AP Physics, American History, and Gym 4. So we have 4 periods together, awesome." I threw the paper in the back seat once more and continued driving. "I'm honestly jealous of you right now Tweek."

"Why is that, C-Craig?"

"Because all of your classes sound fun! You seem like you get to take senior year easy, and I'm roughing it."

"I-I'm sorry C-Craig…"

"No. No, it's not your fault. I'm sorry I'm just rambling like a little bitch." Saying that caused Tweek to crack a smile and a small giggle as I glanced over at him. Fuck, why is he so cute? We drove up a large hill with a long curving driveway in order to reach the high school. It was a small school that was out of sight and out of mind, only containing about 200 students in it total. But South Park was a very small town, so it's no surprise that the high school didn't need to be large. As I parked my car, a sudden realization hit me. "Fuck, I forgot to ask my sister if she wanted a ride." My sister Tricia was a sophomore this year, and I had completely forgotten to even talk to her this morning. She normally spends a lot of time getting ready for school, eating breakfast and putting on some whore makeup that I never approve of. Now that I think about it, she probably won't want to ride with me anyways. I always make her take her makeup off before she gets in my car.

It didn't matter anyway, as Tweek and I got out of the explorer and made our way to the high school. Students were all chilling in the cafeteria, which is the largest part of the school. It was equipped so that all of the students in the school could have lunch at the same time, giving the students and the teachers a much-needed break at the same time. It was also the place where everyone hung out in the morning before homeroom. I could see our table already in the back of the cafeteria, where Clyde, Token, and Jimmy already were. As soon as Clyde saw us, he ran over and tackled me to the ground. I fell on my back with a thud loud enough to make everyone look.

"Oh my god!" Tweek panicked, gripping onto his hair again. All I could manage out was a groan and a middle finger right in Clyde's face. He laughed as he got off of me, and grabbed my hand. I held it tightly as he pulled me up to my feet, and I gave him a light smack in the back of the head.

"Why are you so rough with everything you do?" I asked.

"Well, the ladies don't complain about it." He gave me a sheepish grin and I shook my head at him. All three of us walked over and sat at the table.

"H-Hey there F-fellas." Jimmy smiled at him. It was nice to have Jimmy as a friend since his personality was so genuine. Even though he had cerebral palsy, he never changed who he was to appease anyone. He was living his best life always, and that was one of the reasons he was such a great friend.

"Hey Jimmy, how are you doing today?" I ask him, taking the seat next to him. Tweek sat next to me, and Clyde sat across from us.

"I-I'm doing sw-sw-swe-sw…...terrific." We all chatted for a little bit about what classes we were taking this year, and Clyde and Token brought up their relationships. I hated when they talked about them, mainly because I couldn't find a girl of my own. I desperately wanted to hold someone in my arms, kiss them, and tell them I loved them. It didn't seem like that was going to happen anytime soon though, since we have a school with about 100 girls in it and I'm not interested in a single one of them.

Before long, the bell for homeroom rang. Finally, I was thankful to get out of this awkwardness. Clyde, Tweek, and I were all in the same homeroom though, so together we walked to Mr. Garrison's classroom. We waved goodbye to Token and Jimmy, who were in choksondik's homeroom. We all took seats at a random cluster of desks in the back of the room, and I took the very back corner. I never liked to be close to the whiteboard, I felt like it would make me look like I was a nerd. Especially in homeroom, I'm not one for being a kissass.

I felt a shiver go down my spine and looked around the room. My eyes locked with a certain red-eyed boy wearing a shirt with an upside-down star on it. It was Damien Thorn, the son of Satan himself. His appearance at the school made me jump in my seat for a second, before quickly calming down and glaring at him. He glared right back at me, his eyes piercing into my soul itself. An evil grin formed on his face, as he turned towards his desk and wrote something in his notebook. He hadn't been in South Park since we were in third grade, what was he doing back here?

"...raig…..Craig!" I snapped out of my thoughts and turned towards Clyde and Tweek, who were in front of me both giving me a concerned expression. "Dude, what's wrong?" Clyde asked.

"Damien's back." I pointed my head towards the other back corner of the room where Damien sat, still writing in his notebook.

"Woah, dude! He hasn't been here since elementary school!"

"I-I wonder w-what he's doing b-back." Tweek meekly responded.

"I'm not sure what, but I'm getting a really bad feeling from him. I'm keeping an eye on this kid." I kept my voice low as I talked to the two boys. Garrison interrupted us by taking roll call. He already knew who we all were, including Damien, so he didn't have to introduce himself to the class. We said the pledge of allegiance, talked about announcements for the starting of the year and were handed out all the papers we needed to take home at the beginning of the year. It was all pointless material, so I just shoved it into my backpack. The bell for the second period rang, and I couldn't have gotten out of there faster. I met up with Tweek again. "So Tweek, what's your first class again?"

"GAH! Uh…..H-home economics."

"Really? Why are you taking home economics?" I normally saw that class as one that only girls should be taking. Sewing, cooking and baking, and etiquette.

"Maybe I need to know how to be a good housewife someday, C-craig." Tweek joked, flipping his hair sassily. This caused us both to laugh out loud. "No, h-honestly I love cooking and baking! I think it's f-fun and relaxing." It was nice to hear Tweek barely stutter, which made me think he was forgetting about his surroundings. In that moment, it was just me and him. I enjoyed that feeling as well and was happy to share it with him. We were in our own world until we saw the home ec class, and I had to say goodbye. I ran to the other side of the school so I wouldn't be late to AP Calculus.

As I walked in, I saw the son of Satan himself sitting in my back corner. The only seat left was one that was directly in front of him, so that's where I walked to. I growled at him lightly before taking my seat and pulling out a fresh new notebook and pens. I could feel a burning in the back of my head as if Damien was trying to open my skull to pull out my brain. I tried to ignore it as class started, writing down Calculus equations. I started to get bored though and let my mind wander. Soon, my vision went blurry and a scene started to play out in my head.

I was in my bedroom at my house, but I wasn't there by myself. A certain blond haired boy was with me, and we were chatting and laughing. I don't know what came over me, but I started kissing him like my life depended on it. I felt as though his lips were the only thing that was able to keep me alive. He was kissing me back, letting our tongues do the waltz with each other. My hands were exploring his body, touching every inch. It was when my imaginary hands started to squeeze his firm ass that I shook myself out of the daydream. No one had noticed me since I was in the back of the class. I looked down and my hand was hovering over my crotch. The back of my head felt as though it was on fire. I needed to get out of here and get rid of this. I got up, grabbed the bathroom pass, and left without the teacher noticing.

I raced to the bathroom in this wing and checked to make sure no one was in there. Once I made sure it was clear, I put some soap in my hand I threw myself into a stall pulling off my pants with my free hand. My erection sprung up in towards the sky, just wanting to be touched. I don't know what came over me, or why I had such an intense feeling all of a sudden. I used the soap as lube as a stroke myself, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. From years of masturbating with my parents in the next room, I learned the skill of being silent while I was in the act. I couldn't stop thinking of Tweek, the little blond boy. I couldn't stop my mind as I thought about touching him, licking him, being inside of him, having him inside me. My erection was so hard that it hurt, and was wanting a sweet release. I grabbed some toilet paper and scrunched it on the tip before letting myself explode. The intense feeling shot through my whole body, as it was one of the most powerful orgasms I'd ever had in my life. I let my breathing calm before a warmth of embarrassment spread through my face. What did I just do?

"Craig Tucker." I jumped as I heard my name from a low voice.

"What the fuck?!" I placed the toilet paper in the toilet before flushing it, pulling up my pants, and stepping out of the stall. My gaze was met with one of a dark prince. "Damien!"

"Did you enjoy your little…..moment?" His coyly grinned at me.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Did you have something to do with this?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I was helping you."

"Helping me with what you son of a bitch!" I couldn't control myself and stepped forward to swing at him. His hand caught my fist before it made contact with his face.

"Helping you figure out who you really are…" He twisted my arm and pulled it behind my back, using his other arm to wrap around my chest pressing my back against his. He pointed us towards the mirror. "Craig Tucker, the strong silent type with much to hide. You know, I can see right through you." He giggled maniacally. "Literally." I didn't know what to say, or how to process this. I struggled to get out of his grip, but he was much stronger than I was. "I'm not your enemy Tucker, and I never plan on being it. Your mind is the most interesting and complex one I've seen so far, which intrigues me. I wanted to see deeper into you, and I was pleasantly surprised at what I saw. A deep suppressed fantasy that not even you knew about yet."

'You made me think that! You must have gone into my head and implanted those thoughts!"

"But I did not, Tucker. I simply brought them to the surface for you to face." He let me go and threw me forward, letting my stomach hit the sink and my forehead hit the mirror. He stood behind me and grabbed my hair through my hat, forcing me to look into my own eyes in the mirror. "You're going to be fun to play with this year. I'm going to make you crack. I'm not going to torture you physically, but make you understand all of your emotions, thoughts, and desires." He lowered his head to whisper in my ear. "I love fucking with people mentally, and I just found my new target." He let go of me and started walking towards the door. "You'll thank me later, Tucker. I'll see you in class." He gave me one more evil laugh before leaving the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror for a long time. My hair was poking wildly under my blue knit hat, and my eyes were drenched in fear. Questions were swirling around my mind about everything that just happened. They all funneled into one easy question. What the fuck was that?