Okay, so I don't really have many plans for this chapter. I guess since the last chapter focused mostly on Tweek's day of school we'll follow Craig's day of school. And see how bored he is. You're welcome.

Chapter 9 – Craig vs Boredom

It was the second day of school and Craig already hated being back. The teachers actually expected them to like, work. It was nice having Tweek in most of his classes and Token in all of his classes but he also hated having Stan, Kyle, and Wendy in all of his classes. In one class he didn't have with Tweek, which was an astronomy class, the teacher had already grouped them all up for a class project and decided that Craig would do great with Stan, Kyle, and Wendy.

What also didn't help was that Pete was in a few of his other classes. Both World History and English. And in both of those the teacher decided on the second day to partner everyone up for the rest of the year for any future projects. In World History Craig was partnered with Pete while in English Pete got Tweek while Craig and Clyde were paired together. Craig was especially annoyed by the partnering of Pete and Tweek. He didn't want that goth stereotype going anywhere near his boyfriend.

And worse still was Jess. She was in half of his classes. She hadn't tried to talk to him at all, or even acknowledged his existence, but just knowing she was in the same room as him unnerved Craig. In the classes he had with both Tweek and Jess, Craig was sure to keep close to Tweek and keep and eye on the bitch.

"Craig, keep your eyes forward," Tweek whispered to him as he kept looking backwards during Chemistry, "You're going to get in trouble."

"Sorry," Craig murmured, "I just can't help thinking that she's going to try something. Also, the teacher is really boring."

Tweek smiled slightly. "I know," he replied, "Just try to focus, all right? Besides, worrying about everything is my job."

The other class Craig didn't have Tweek in was an advanced math course that he didn't want to take but was forced to take because he was really good at math and it meant he could get it out of the way before college. The teacher was grueling and graded harshly and the class had already gone down to half by the second day. Craig, Stan, Kyle, Wendy, Token, Michael, Kevin, and Butters of all people were the only ones left in the class.

"I am disappointed," the teacher, Mr. Tothree tsked as he stood in front of the dwindling class, "I expected more out math students. But apparently my class was 'too hard for them.' Weaklings all of them."

In Craig's opinion, Mr. Juan Tothree reminded him of a Russian dictator, even though the man was more Latin American. The man had them doing long elaborate equations that Craig was sure would never actually help him in life. Why did he have to be so good at math?

When it was finally time to go home for the day, Craig was mentally exhausted. On the bus he and his friends sat in the back and he leaned on Tweek, just wanting to fall asleep. He heard Clyde chuckle.

"Hard day, Craig?" his friend asked.

"You have no idea," Craig muttered, "That math class is brutal. Ask Token, he can tell you all about it."

"He's right," Token agreed, "Our teacher is crazy. He expects us to be as smart as Einstein or something. Half the class has already dropped out."

"Well, that's what you guys get for being smarty-smart smarts," Clyde teased.

"Not only that, I have goths in like, three of my classes," Craig continued to complain, "And in World History I have to work with Pete!"

"We know, Craig, we're all in that class," Token reminded him, "I don't know why you hate the goths so much anyway." Craig rolled his eyes.

"I don't know why you guys don't hate them more," he said, "I've explained it to you before. They think they're above everyone else. They're so snooty and egotistical. They think they're 'nonconformists' when really they're conforming to every goth stereotype there is. But Pete is definitely the worst of them."

"And why is that again?" Clyde asked.

"Well if you can't see it, then I'm not going to explain it to you," Craig huffed.

"I don't think they're that bad," Tweek spoke up, "He and Henrietta are rather nice to me in art class. Especially Pete." Tweek didn't see how that statement made Craig tense slightly.

"Anyway, you guys want to hang out when we get home?" Clyde asked hopefully.

"I can't," Craig grumbled, "I have math homework to do."

"Sorry man," Token replied, giving his friend a defeated look. Clyde pushed out his lower lip in a sad look but didn't say anything.

Craig and Tweek got off the bus at Craig's house and dragged their backpacks inside. They plopped down on the couch where Craig pulled out his math homework and insanely heavy textbook. Since Tweek didn't have any homework yet, he simply leaned on Craig and closed his eyes to take a nap.

"Gee, I wish I could just take a nap after a long day at school," Craig said in a sarcastic voice as he frustratedly erased a wrong answer he had written.

"Mmm, yeah, it's the best," Tweek mumbled, snuggling closer to him. Craig sighed. He couldn't stay mad when Tweek was being adorable.

While they were sitting there, Craig's younger sister, Tricia came in and sat down next to Tweek. She had a paper in her hand. She cleared her throat to get her brother's attention who finally looked up and noticed her.

"Oh hey, sis," he greeted, "How's um… whatever grade you're in?" Tricia gave him an annoyed look.

"Sixth?"

"Yeah, that."

"'Bout the same as fifth grade so far," she replied, "But then again we're only two days in. Anyway, can I get you to sign this paper?"

Craig looked at her. "Why?" he wondered.

"My English class wants me to get the signatures of all my family members to compare them to each other," she explained, "Something stupid like that." She offered the paper to Craig. He took it from her and wrote his chicken scratch of a signature on it for her.

"How are you liking your classes so far?" Tweek asked her, opening his eyes, "Do you think you'll enjoy them?"

"Yeah," Tricia replied, "I have Karen McCormick in a lot of my classes so we have fun comparing brothers." Craig gave her a sideways glare at that statement. "I also have Ike Broflovski in my Chemistry class, because he's so smart apparently he got to skip a grade of science. There is this snotty girl who thinks she's the queen bee, but that's nothing a little Tucker attitude won't fix."

She flexed her well-toned arm to prove her point and Craig grinned.

"Atta girl!" he said, "Hey, do you have Miss Tory for history?"

"Yeah."

"Oh boy," Craig sighed, "Watch out for her. She's a little out there. She once lost our entire class's reports and just gave us an A."

"Geez, what a nut," Tricia muttered. The three of them continued talking until Craig's parents announced that dinner was ready.

After dinner, Tweek and Craig went up to Craig's room, Tweek curled up around his boyfriend as the other worked on his homework. He giggled slightly as Craig grumbled in frustration at the difficulty of the work. Eventually, he slammed the paper down.

"You know what? I don't have this class tomorrow, I'll work on it later," he muttered.

"Sounds like a good idea," Tweek sighed, stretching himself out, "You should take a break and cuddle with me."

Craig grinned and set his stuff on the floor before laying down next to Tweek. "Well, you don't need to do much convincing," he said, wrapping his arms lightly around the blond, "I'll gladly snuggle with you over doing stupid homework any day."

Smiling, Tweek shimmied over to him and nuzzled his face into Craig's neck, happily burying his face into it. They spent the rest of the night cuddling in each other's arms.

…

Craig was not happy about the world history teacher already assigning a project to the class the next day. That meant he would actually have to talk to Pete. And work with him. And actually slightly tolerate him. Ugh, this was going to be torture.

The teacher had them all get together and put their desks facing each other. Their assignment was to make a presentation on one of the ancient civilizations from a list that the teacher game them. As Craig sat facing Pete, he couldn't help but glare at the goth. Of course, the goth was glaring back.

As the teacher, Mrs. Themark walked around giving each group their task, Pete sighed.

"You don't like me," he stated.

"Duh," Craig scoffed at him.

"Why is it that you torment me more than my friends?" Pete wondered, "Why do you hate me so much?"

"You know damn well why," Craig scowled, "Because you went after my boyfriend."

"What?" the goth exclaimed. He thought back to when Craig first started hating him. He was talking to his friends a couple of years ago and he was coming out to them for the first time that he was gay. He didn't realize that Craig could hear him.

"And I know it's kind of strange," he was saying, "Like, I know he's not goth and he's dating that Craig guy, but I kind of have a crush on that Tweek Tweak guy…"

Before he could add "But I'll probably never actually do anything about it," Craig had stormed over and socked Pete in the face. In the present, Pete glared at him.

"Seriously!?" he blurted out, "You don't like me because I made a comment about kind of liking your boyfriend which I was never going to act on?"

"That," Craig replied calmly, "And you're an egotistical, pompous goth."

Pete continued to glare, but before he could say anything, Mrs. Themark walked up to them, wearing a cheery smile.

"Ah boys! You two will be doing ancient Egypt!" she announced, "And no aliens, all right?" She winked at them and then went on to the next group. Craig and Pete stared in confusion after her.

"Weirdo," Craig muttered under his breath.

…

During lunch while everyone was eating, Craig suddenly felt his phone vibrate with a text. Confused, he pulled it out of his pocket and saw that it was from an unknown number. He knew it couldn't be from Pete or his friends because he had their numbers in his phone for whatever reason. Curious, he opened his phone.

It read, "I still think about you every day."

Deciding it was probably just a wrong number, Craig put his phone back in his pocket and turned back to Tweek to continue telling him about how much he hated the new history project he was forced to do.

I love pun-tastic names!

Sorry for the kind of short chapter. I couldn't think of anything to add to make it longer, so I decided to end it on an ominous note. But at least we learned why Craig doesn't like Pete! If your wondering, it's my little jab at the random Pete/Tweek pairing I sometimes see. I don't get it at all, and neither does Craig. Anyway, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with the next chapter, but I'll try to get it up sooner rather than later. In the meantime be sure to leave a comment!