I feel like I'm the opposite of most teenagers nowadays; I dread the weekends. By the time Friday rolls around I want to jump off a bridge. So much effort was put into the week after that awkward incident at Token's house. I tried to talk to Tweek during break and lunch but he responded with short half assed sentences, giving simple responses like 'yes' or 'no' and whatnot. On Wednesday I even somewhat stalked him during lunch hour, trying to find out if he had any friends at all. He occasionally spoke with Butters but other than that he always sat alone. To think that it was all my fault.

Sometimes I wonder why I even still cared. It's not like I'll ever be able to get close to Tweek again no matter how hard I tried. So I should just give up. When did I even start trying in the first place? I remember purposely avoiding him and now look what I was doing.

"Craig's glaring at meee," Clyde's voice interrupted my thoughts. He was pointing in my direction and tugging at Token's sleeve, "Do something!"

"You probably deserved it," Token responded, flicking him in the head before chuckling lightly.

It was Friday and school had just ended. I was waiting next to them for the bus since I happened to be way too lazy to walk home that day.

I looked away from the two, completely unaware that I was glaring in the first place. Soon enough the bus rolled up and we piled in one by one.

"GAH! WA-WAIT!!" the voice was all too familiar and I looked out the window from my seat behind Clyde and Token to see Tweek running as fast as his feet could carry him to the bus. He got lucky and the driver saw him before he left. "S-sorry," sputtered Tweek as he climbed into the bus. His eyes wandered around, completely unsure of where to sit. There were actually multiple empty seats next to other people but then his eyes locked with mine and I was completely shocked to see him walk toward me and sit down. Right next to me.

I stared at him, completely dumbfounded.

"You're th-the only one I - erk - knew...." he muttered quietly. I stared at him blankly for a moment before looking out the window.

I felt the corners of my lips threaten to tug up in a small smile but I forced them to stay neutral, not wanting to look happy at what was happening. I was content with looking like nothing phased me and I wasn't about to change that.

We sat side by side in silence and every time our shoulders would brush against one another Tweek would move further toward the edge of the seat. It was somewhat disappointing considering all the times where he would actually lean on me on the bus so he could get some rest. Now it was like if he touched me the world would end.

Soon the bus stopped and Tweek hurriedly stood up.

"See you at work," I said, waving to him. He waved back and scurried into the streets. I stared at the window and saw him glancing back to the bus as it began to drive off.

"Soon we can all hang out and be normal again!" Clyde said, turning to face me in his seat. All I could think about was how it wasn't that easy but I stayed silent and just stared out the window.

"Learn to fix your own mistakes," I could hear Token mumbling under his breath. I flipped off the back of his head without even looking in his direction but couldn't shake the feeling that he was right.

The bus stopped and I gave both Token and Clyde the middle finger as a friendly goodbye gesture and walked off the vehicle and into the icy sidewalk. A light sheet of snow covered my path and I slowly made it to my own house down the street, opening the door and heading toward my room.

"Ugh, you're home early," muttered Ruby from the kitchen table. I flipped her off and she returned the gesture.

When I got to my room I turned on the stereo and blasted whatever music was in there at the time, falling onto my bed and burying my face in the sheets, tired and guilty. After a couple of songs melted away into the air, a loud knock came from my closed door and then shouting.

"CRAIG TURN THAT DOWN!" It was Ruby. I flipped the door off without looking up despite the fact that she couldn't see me. After a minute, my music completely stopped and I was met with a deafening silence. "Your music taste sucks," muttered my sister. I couldn't see her but I had the feeling she was flipping me off, "Mom said you have to take me to my friends' house tonight."

"Go away," I told her.

"I'm sleeping over at my friends place and you're taking me there," she decided. I slowly lifted my head, stopping the action just enough for me to stare at her, "Also, stop feeling sorry for yourself. It's really annoying."

"The hell do you know?" I growled.

"Ugh, you're so obvious!" Ruby sighed heavily and stormed out of the room. I stared at the door that she oh-so rudely left open and began flipping every single thing I rested my eyes on. What did she know? I wasn't feeling sorry for myself and even if I had been there was no way I would let it show anyway.

"Fuck you," I mumbled to nothing in particular before slipping off to sleep.

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"Dammit Craig, get your ass out of bed!" The voice was high pitched and annoying, the sentence followed by violent shaking of my bed.

"Fuck off," I shoved whoever it was away and buried myself further into the sheets.

"You have to give me a ride to-"

"Shit!" I threw the covers off of my body and jumped out of bed as the realization struck, rushing to the bathroom and shutting the door behind me.

The mirror reflected a mess of a man but I suppose it was fitting for him, since his inside emotions were all messed up too. I stared into his eyes, then took in his appearance and frowned at the fact that he was me. My hair was a rats nest atop of my head and there were light bags under my eyes. I felt the need to take a shower but knew that I wouldn't have time since I fell asleep without setting an alarm and was most likely going to be late for my shift. I spat curse words at myself as I tousled my hair in an attempt to make it look like it was at least purposely messed up and then left the bathroom.

"Craig, you're taking-" my mom started, but I cut her off before she could say anything.

"I know. Where are your keys?" I asked. I didn't have my own car so I'd have to borrow hers in order to give Ruby a ride. She tossed them to me and I went to get a jacket, "Ruby, hurry up or I'm leaving without you!"

Suddenly the sound of footsteps came running down the hall and she skidded to a stop in front of me, "About time!"

"Drive safely, if you mess that car up you're dead!" My mom told me as we left the house.

We hopped into the car and I started it up, backing out of the driveway and down the street. Ruby told me where her friend lived and once in front of the house, Ruby turned to me.

"You're annoying when your emotions show," she said, "so either learn to conceal them or fix whatever it is that's making you so frustrating."

"Love you, too," I rolled my eyes and she grinned before jumping out of the car, grabbing her bags and flipping me off. I gave her my own middle finger and with that she disappeared into the house. I stared at the closed front door and sighed to myself before turning up the radio and driving to Harbucks.

My mother says I work too much. She says I need sleep, or at least a couple of days off to just relax from the world. There's so much you're missing out on when you sleep, though. There's not enough time to just calm down for a minute - so many things to do and we only have a hundred years to live at most.

My dad says I'm hardworking and tells me to keep it up. The two argue about it quite a bit, they have very different outlooks on what would be best for me. I do as I'm told; I work when my father tells me and pretend to sleep when my mother wishes to see me rest. But I can't sleep. No matter what. Horrific scenes haunt my imagination every time I close my eyes. That's why, in my father's eyes, I'm so "hardworking." It's really to distract myself from all the things that eat away at me from the inside out.

The flavorful warmth of coffee overwhelms my taste buds as I await customers this Friday night. Oh, and Craig Tucker. His shift started a few minutes ago but he has yet to arrive or call in sick. I was actually kind of worried about him but there's no way I'd let him know that. He was, to say the least, a jerk.

The involuntary twitches of anxiety took over me as I stood behind the counter in thought, only to jump in surprise when the door of the coffee shop opened. I looked up, trying to contain my shivers and fear for the customer when I saw that it had only been Craig.

"Sorry I'm late," he muttered, making his way into the back. He came out with the apron tied messily behind his back. It's always been that way, he's never been able to tie that apron correctly. It was kind of cute, really.

"GAH! Th-there weren't many cu-customers anyway.." I told him, staring into my cup.

"Hmm," was all Craig responded with as he joined me behind the counter. It was silent, me lost in my thoughts and Craig probably lost in his own.

I could never tell what he was thinking. He was the most confusing person I'd ever met; one day he tells everyone that he despises being near me and the next he's telling me how he could never hate me - all with a straight face. One day, I want him to slip up. I want to see the emotion in his expression last longer than five seconds because it's true that he's shown how guilty he's felt but he always covers it up. I want him to really show it. Maybe he doesn't do so because it's not really there. Maybe he really does just hate me and that's why he's being so confusing. He's toying with me.

"Excuse me?" my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a customer and I blinked in surprise.

"ACK! I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed. I must have been completely ignoring this poor lady, "Wh-what did you say you wanted?"

She gave me her order and smiled warmly at me despite the fact that I was a scrawny, trembling mess.

"Pay more attention next time, Tweek," said Craig as he made the coffee.

I nodded, staying silent. Though I couldn't help the thought that crept into my mind as it had been doing ever since this guy started working here;

Bite me.