Chapter Five: Craig's P.O.V
"I want to help you snag the boy you love, of course." I stop mid-step, throwing off my balance, falling sideways into the railing. What?!
"What are you talking about?" I try to play it cool, continuing my trek up the stairs and into my room. Clyde drops onto my bed like he fucking owned the place. Seriously, what was up with that? I sit at my desk, again, focusing on my forgotten textbook, just so I wouldn't explode.
"Come on, dude. It doesn't take a fucking genius to figure you out Craig." Obviously. "You have a thing for Tweekers. You have for a long time. Completely understandable. He's a cutie." I clench my fists and feel my nails dig into the skin of my palms. Good thing they're so short, or I might have drawn blood. I kept quiet. Clyde was my closest friend. He was a complete idiot and too nosey for his own good, but he was still a great guy. He could read me like a book. I'm just glad my parents weren't home. As if they ever were, ever since little sister Ruby moved in with her friends' family. It was good for me, got the house to myself, no drama. Otherwise, I would've had to explain the late night intrusion. Which reminds me...
"What time is it?" I ask Clyde, who jumps a little, surprised to hear me speak up, I think. He glances at his digital Transformers watch. Yup, still a total kid at heart. "1:34AM. 35 in.. 5..4.. 3.. 2..1." HOLY SHIT! Did I really sleep that long?! Oh man, I really need to get started on my homework! I had so much to do! As I panicked on the inside, my face stayed blank as I mumbled "oh". "Yeah, I couldn't sleep. Tingly senses, remember?" I nod, only half paying attention as I focused on the questions in front of me. "Is that today's.. er, yesterday's Math homework?" I felt Clyde breathe down my neck. Literally.
"Yes. So, if you don't mind, I should really get to it." I watch as my question sheet is suddenly grabbed from my grasp. I turn to see Clyde scribbling on it with a pen I assumed he had in his pocket. Within minutes my paper gently floated back onto my still clenched hands. "There. Now can we hatch a plan for Operation Get Tweek?" Ugh, I hated it when he whined like that. I scanned the answers he wrote and decided they looked legitimate.
"Fine. What did you have in mind?" I put my book back into my bag and rested it on my chair, then went over to my bed, joining an eager Clyde. "Right. Well, I was thinking, since we all have the same Math class, we could have a group study session at your place for the next week's test. As much as I would love a threesome with you guys, I thought I'd make up some lame ass excuse and bolt. Leaving you here with Little Boy Tweek." Clyde proceeded to rub the bed and wiggle his eyebrows as he spoke the last sentence.
That actually wasn't such a bad idea, to be honest. But what if... "what if Tweek doesn't want to? I mean, he hates me..." I say quietly. Totally un-Craig-like. "Aw, baby, Tweek doesn't hate you. That's impossible!" Ugh, sometimes Clyde was even gayer than me. "Okay. We can try. I hope it works."
This year, sixteen year old Tweek Tweek will be mine. Yeah.