Dear Tweek,
Sorry for earlier. Meet me my home at 6 (I know u h8t the dark). Oh, and wear thos skini jeans I like. They make me sooooo happy
Urs faithfully, Craig
I flip my 10 year old Nokia shut and smile. I love getting texts from Craig. To everyone else he's a stoic, mean, asshole, but he never fails to make me smile.
"Mr Tweek," My math teachers voice grabs my attention, "Class is over, you can go home now?" I gesture awkwardly, slide my phone into my pocket and sling my bag over my shoulder as I stumble out of the classroom.
I realise I must have been there a while because everyone seems to have left already. I know Craig wouldn't have hesitated at all in getting out of this shit hole. I decide my homework can wait, nothings due in for tomorrow anyways. And since I got so caught up smiling at my phone all idle for about 10 minutes I think I've also missed my bus.
But it doesn't matter because I enjoy the walk home, sometimes it's the only time I get to myself counting that I don't run into Kenny or Clyde along the way. I don't mind Kenny, he may be a man whore but he's a perfectly decent guy to talk too. Clyde on the other hand is quite the opposite…. Don't get me wrong I love Clyde he's one of my best friends but recently he's become some kind of Kenny wannabe.
I pass Harbucks and see my dad working through the window, I jog on. The last thing I want is for him to assume I haven't got plans tonight and force me to work. Thankfully my house was only a few blocks away and I made it home alive- For now.
"Mom. I-I'm home!" I shout. Closing the door behind me and turning the key.
"Hello Tweek sweetie, how was your day?" She asks. Her voice was like caramel, it's smooth and calm. And really relaxing. Though some things I wouldn't dare tell my dad I can share anything with my mom.
"It was a-alright-ngh-I'm going over to Craig's house later." Well almost anything. I never told her I was fucking the Tucker.
"That's nice Hun, have fun." Oh. We will mother. She unknowingly wanders back into the kitchen humming some song I never heard. I go about my own buissness and dash up the stairs.
I have just enough time to find those jeans Craig really likes…..