"Boyfrenemies"

fourteen

TWEEK'S POV

"I HATE him."

Those words slapped me in the face and told me to wake up.

It wasn't that he said I was a spaz and my family is weird...but those three words, it broke my heart.

And I actually thought I had a friend.

An actual friend.

I slowly backed away and ran, tears running down my face.

The bell rang but I didn't want to face the class with humiliation written on my forehead.

I sat in the bathroom and dialed my mom of course.

She answered within the fourth ring, "Hello? Tweek?"

I sniffled, "C-Can you come g-get me?"

"What? Why?"

I kept on wiping away the tears, "I w-wanna go h-home--AH!"

"Are you alright? You sound very shaken up--are you not in class?"

Well obviously, I thought, "I-I just r-really wanna g-go home."

"I'm kinda in the middle of a lot of customers, Tweek. But I guess I'll be up there in a little while," She says and hangs up.

As she hangs up I felt alone and I hated it.

Tears start brimming my eyes again.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't--

The tears started falling, "...C-Cry."

***LATER ON***
CRAIG'S POV

The last bell rang and I really wanted to find Tweek and apologize.

I didn't mean what I said...

But I just needed something to tell everyone that I'm not gay!

Especially not for Tweek.

I looked everywhere!

The classrooms, the bathrooms, even the faculty room thing where sometimes they have coffee for the teachers!

But no spiky blonde haired boy anywhere.

I sighed and looked at my watch, it was 3:15, I've been looking for freaking 15 minutes--I'm gonna be late for work!

As I run out the school I hear the eighth grade boys at their football practice screaming, "TWINKLE-TOE-TUCKER!" And I just want to kick all of their asses--especially Clyde for making up that stupid nickname.

But I kept running.

I finally made it to Tweak's Coffee and ran in.

"You're late," Mrs. Tweak said.

"Yeah I know," I said rubbing the back of my head. I had to come up with a lie--fast!

"I...Uh...needed some tutoring."

"Oh, well next time inform us, okay?" She smiles and I just slowly nod.

I run down the stairs ready to face Tweek and apologize sincerely but he wasn't there.

I raise my eyebrow and walk up the stairs to the Mr. and Mrs. Tweak, "Where's Tweek?"

"He called in a sick day," Mr. Tweak says.

"Oh," is the only thing I can say.

"Yeah he was kinda shaken up at school, he left a note for you," Mrs. Tweak adds.

I nod and run down the stairs and there was a note.

Surprisingly, Tweek has nice handwriting.

Dear Craig,

I don't know what you said at school was true or not but I honestly don't care at the moment. I just hated the humiliation and I didn't feel like facing any of your rude friends. So I'm calling in sick today and probably tomorrow too.

Your friend with the weird family drinks coffee too much, Twitches.

Woah.

I fold the note up, I really need to apologize.

Tweek doesn't deserve this.

I do.

Not him, he didn't do anything wrong.

This is all Clyde's fault.

He needs to pay.

I stare at all the coffee I have to deliver and sigh.

This would be very helpful is Tweek was here.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I hope next chapter's gonna be better than this, this is terrible I apologize I'm kinda rushing because my wifi is acting weird rn but I will post a better cheaper laterrrrr

I promise!!!

-Brooke