I'm glad you all liked that last chapter. Pete and Craig's rivalry will randomly get more attention throughout the fic. But for now, we get the first day of school! Yay! What horrors will that bring? Let's find out!

Chapter 7 – I Hate This Already

True to his word, Craig went with Tweek to his parents' coffee shop every day that week. While Tweek worked, Craig sat at one of the tables silently reading. When Tweek was on his break he would sit next to Craig and quietly lean on him while the other read. Then Tweek would get back to work and at the end of the day the two of them would go home together.

On the last day before the first day of school, the coffee shop was very slow, hardly any customers had come in all day. Tweek was practically falling asleep at the register while Craig sat at a nearby booth. Suddenly, Tweek was startled awake when Craig slammed his book shut in triumph.

"Finished!" he declared, "I finally finished the stupid summer reading!"

"Good job, Craig," Tweek said, "You could've done it a lot sooner and not have had nearly as much pressure on you, but good job."

Craig gave him a light glare as he put the book away. Tweek smiled sweetly at him and instantly Craig's irritation vanished. He returned Tweek's smile. "Damn it, Tweek, I can't stay mad when you give me that charming little smile," he muttered.

Tweek's smile widened as Craig strode over to the counter, leaned over it, and gave him a small kiss. The blond returned it eagerly.

They pulled away just as Mr. Tweak came out from the back room, looking a bit tired and sweaty. He wiped his brow and let out an exaggerated sigh.

"Whoo! Nothing quite like a hard day's work, huh boys?" he asked.

"I wouldn't know," Craig deadpanned.

Mr. Tweak let out a hearty laugh before leaning into the back room to scoop up a large bag that seemed to be tearing at the bottom. Tweek barely got his mouth open to warn him before the bag tore open and white sugar-like crystals came spilling out of it. All three of them stared at the gathering pile in shock.

"Um, dad?" Tweek said slowly, "What is that stuff?"

"Oh, that?" Mr. Tweak said, his voice full of nervousness, "That's just the sugar we use in our coffee, son."

"That doesn't really look like sugar," Craig pointed out.

"Sure it is!" Mr. Tweak insisted, "What else would it be?"

Tweek looked a little bit more closely at the bag, recognizing it as one of the "packages" he had used to go get from Kenny's house. Was it really sugar that he had been getting? That didn't seem right.

"I don't know, dad," Tweek muttered, twitching slightly, "Don't you think that maybe-"

"Hey, now! Look at the time!" Mr. Tweak interrupted, "My, it's getting late! You two have school tomorrow! You'd better be getting home!" He quickly gathered Craig and Tweek in his arms. "Hugs? You put in a hard day's work, boys!"("But I don't work here!" Craig reminded him as Mr. Tweak shoved them out the door,) "See you at home!"

…

The scramble to get ready for school the next day was incredible. Tweek tried to get up early, but he was trapped in Craig's arms, who was still asleep. And sometimes Craig was very hard to get to wake up. The only saving grace was that Craig already had all of his stuff ready at Tweek's house, but apparently that made him think that he could sleep in. Despite having Tweek on top of him. And needing to get off him.

"Craig," Tweek murmured, struggling to roll over to face him, "We have to get up! We're going to be late for school if you sleep any longer!"

His boyfriend's only response was a grunt. Frowning, Tweek leaned over and started covering Craig's face in kisses. Craig whined in protest and squeezed Tweek harder, who refused to stop the kisses until Craig let him go. Eventually, he groaned.

"Ok! Ok! I'm getting up!" he protested, "Just stop the kisses! I can't take it! It's too cute!" Smiling in victory, Tweek sat up and allowed Craig to do the same.

"Good morning, Craig," Tweek greeted sweetly. Craig gave him a half-hearted glare.

"Yeah, yeah, good morning to you too, you little terror," he said in a light-hearted mutter. Tweek chuckled as Craig got up from the bed and stretched. He tried not to stare as the taller boy whipped off his night shirt, revealing his God-like body.

Craig wasn't in as much physical shape as Clyde and Token, but he still had defined muscles and kept in shape. And seeing his perfect body always made Tweek melt. Blushing, he turned away as Craig pulled out one of his many shirts that he had left in Tweek's dresser before putting on a navy blue jacket. The chullo was not an issue as he even slept in the damn thing.

"Ok, I'm ready," Craig announced in his usual monotone voice.

After Tweek was dressed as well, they had a hasty breakfast before rushing out the door. Luckily, they still made it to the bus stop in time, where Clyde and Token were waiting for them. Clyde gave them a sleepy smile as they approached.

"Hey, guys," he greeted, suppressing a yawn, "Enjoy your last day of freedom?"

"Meh," Tweek grumbled, "My dad made me work all day yesterday. I didn't even get to enjoy it or have fun at all."

"That sucks," Token said, "Summer is a time for relaxing! Even if it's the last day before school and you live in Colorado!"

"Yeah," Tweek agreed, pouting to himself.

"I finally got my summer reading done yesterday," Craig announced in an attempt to lighten the mood. Clyde grinned at him.

"That's great, dude," he remarked, "I got all my reading done months ago."

"Yeah, well fuck you too, Clyde," Craig hissed, flipping his friend off.

Their banter would have continued but at that moment the bus pulled up and they got on. The four brushed past where Stan and his friends sat up front to make their way to their usual seats in the back. As they sat down, Token sighed a little.

"Wow, this is the last year we're going to be riding this death trap of a bus," he reflected.

"Yeah," Clyde sighed. There was a pause. "You should just drive us to school, Token. You have a car, and it actually has seat belts."

"Nah," Token dismissed, "This is more convenient."

"Not really," Craig argued, and was about to say why, but the bus stopped again to let someone on. His attention was drawn to the front as a familiar person got on. Craig held his breath, hoping she didn't notice them and decide she had to sit with them.

Luckily, she sat down right behind Cartman and Kenny. Craig let his breath flow out with an audible whoosh.

"What's the matter?" Clyde asked, leaning over to speak quietly to his friend. Craig silently turned his eyes to him.

"Jess just got on the bus," he hissed back. He felt Tweek stiffen beside him.

"NNGGH! Jess still goes to this school?" he asked, panic clear in his voice, "I thought she got transferred or something!"

Craig shook his head. "No, she's still here," he replied, "She was trying to make me jealous all through middle school by hooking up with different guys. As if I cared. I just haven't talked about her at all because I don't even want to give her that much attention."

Both Tweek and Craig could remember the horrible things Jess said and did to try to come between them when they were twelve. I would write them all down here, but hopefully you've read Paranoia and know how horrible she is. Otherwise, why are you seven chapters into the sequel if you haven't read the first one?

Getting back on track, throughout the years Craig was constantly hearing about Jess hooking up with another guy pretty much every other week. They never seemed to last more than a week before Jess had moved on to a new guy.

Just as Craig was about to say something else, Jason White, who was sitting in the seat in front of them, turned around to look at them. "I heard you talking about Jess," he informed, "I dated her briefly a year ago."

"That's great, Jason," Craig said in a monotone voice. He was about to tell him to fuck off, but he wasn't done.

"It was the strangest thing," Jason continued, "We dated for like a week before she just suddenly broke up with me. I wasn't really all that mad, she was kind of annoying and clingy, but after we broke up she stalked me for about a week and a half. As if I was the one who dumped her or something."

"What?" Tweek squeaked, "Why would she do that?"

"I don't know," Jason replied honestly, scratching his head, "I asked around a bit, and apparently she's done that to a lot of guys. Kevin, Billy, David, Mike… just dates them for a week, then breaks up with them, then stalks them. It's so weird."

"What a psycho," Craig muttered, pressing closer to Tweek. Was she really that desperate for attention? Couldn't she just try being a normal person for once?

"Don't worry about her, Craig," Token told him, "She won't bug you anymore. You and Tweek made sure of that."

Craig could only hope that was true.

…

When they got to school they got together with Stan's group to compare schedules. Craig and Tweek had all but two classes together, Clyde shared only three classes with his three friends, Token had every class with Craig, Stan and Kyle shared every class together and with Craig and Token (which greatly annoyed Craig,) but thankfully Kenny and Cartman only shared one class with the four of them, and they all shared a lunch period.

"Great, I have to put up with you all day," Craig muttered at Stan, "This is going to be the best year ever." His voice had a distinct sarcastic tone to it.

"Yeah, like I'm overly thrilled about it," Stan retorted.

"Easy guys," Kyle soothed, "Try to get through at least the first day without killing each other, all right?"

"I'll try, but I make no promises," Stan replied.

Because Craig, Token, Kyle, and Stan were annoyingly smart, so a couple of their classes were more advanced, and was also probably the reason they had every class together. Craig didn't actually care that much, he was just glad he shared most of his classes with Tweek.

"Which two classes do you have that you don't share with Craig, Tweek?" Kenny asked out of curiosity. Tweek fumbled with his schedule and flipped it over before answering.

"Um, Fine Arts II and Drama," he replied after a moment.

"Ooh! You gonna be an actor, Tweek?" Kenny wondered eagerly, nudging the smaller blond in the side.

"W-Well, I want to be," he murmured, "I don't know if I'm good enough though."

"Of course you are, boo," Craig insisted, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close, "You're a great actor and a great artist. Don't you go doubting yourself." He gently kissed the top of his head and Tweek blushed.

The group talked for a while until the homeroom bell rang. Craig was pleased to see that he and his friends had the same homeroom. It would make things a lot easier in the morning, plus they got even more time together.

After homeroom, they all went off to their first class, which the four friends (plus Stan and Kyle) had together. It was a history class and half the class was already asleep when they arrived. Craig scowled at his new class mates.

"Jeez, it's only the first day! At least wait until the weekend before you start falling asleep in class," he muttered.

"Says the guy I had trouble getting out of bed this morning," Tweek pointed out. He smiled up at Craig who gave him a small frown.

"Take your seats, students!" the teacher said, coming in behind the group, "We're about to begin here!"

I think I'm going to end the chapter here. We'll get more school shenanigans next chapter. Hope the wait didn't repulse any of you!