We both got a four weeks of detention at separate times and had to talk with the counselor directly after the meeting with the principal.

It was the longest meeting I've ever had, too. I've had to see Mackey numerous times for "juvenile disruptions' as he calls them, but this was just straight up couples counseling.

"Now, Tweek why don't we go over your side first, m'kay?" Mackey suggested.

"W-w-well, I j-just don't understand why t-t-t-things can't g-g-g-g-go back to the w-w-wa-way they were b-b-be-be-before, GHAH?" Tweak frowned.

"I've told you countless times Tweek, we dated. We can't go back to just being friends like before. I've seen you naked for god's sake," I argued.

"Oh my goodness," Mr. Mackey commented.

"This isn't working," I replied. "We don't need couples counseling. We aren't a couple."

I flipped both them off and stormed out of the office just as the bell rang.

*Your P.O.V.*

I didn't want to be awkward. I didn't mean to be so quiet, but I could already see the entire student body judging me.

Biology? Room 103...

I looked ahead of me to see room 216.

Oh my god. I'm back at the counselor's office. I'm never going to fucking find it.

I turned around to go the opposite direction when I was pushed to the ground by an unexpecting force.

"Excuse you?" I hissed from the ground.

I looked up to see the angry raven haired boy from before. He held a cold look on his face until he looked to me. It, then, softened as he leaned down to help me up.

"I didn't mean to do that," he mumbled under his breath. He gathered all my books together and offered his hand to help me up. "Where are you heading?" he asked.

His words didn't register at first, and I continued to give him the same scared, blank stare.

His anger came back, "For fuck's sake. You try to be helpful."

My brain finally registered that his words were at me, with his anger as well. "I- um, I'm sorry. What was that?"

He rolled his eyes and spat, "I asked where you were trying to go?"

In a deep dark hole where the world can't find me.

"Biology," I replied, playing off the situation off with a nervous laugh.

"You're in the wrong place," he commented.

"I figured," I sighed.

"Go down the hall, take a left, go all the way down that hall, and then there are some stairs, take those and go down the right hall," he explained.

"Okay," I responded, acting as if I could memorize all that.

"You didn't get a single bit of that," he grunted. "Ugh, just follow me."

I quietly trailed behind him, as others moved out of the way.

He must have some hella clout here.

"Hey Craig? Tweak know you are showing around other girls?" a fat male called down the hall.

The male in front of me abruptly stopped, and I reacted quickly to not run into him, worsing his attitude.

"You know, at least I can attract both genders, unlike you fat fuck," Craig (at least that's what I assumed his name is) called back.

The fat male scoffed, "You mean when I had a girlfriend before you. Or in general, you fag."

Oh he's gay...

My heart sank a little. I had a liking to the aggressive male before me.

Craig flipped him off and grabbed my wrist to quickly show me down the hall. It wasn't long before we were in front of room 103.

"Look, this is your class. I gotta go kick the fat fucker's ass," the tall male before me mumbled before walking off.

"Thank you...?" I quietly called behind him before going into the classroom.