---Tweek's pov---

I rush out to my locker clumsily putting in my combination and putting my books away.

I take my notebook and stuff it in my bag and close my locker.

I need to get to lunch.

I walk towards the cafeteria, but before I can get through the doors, I am grabbed and pulled around the corner.

There's a hand over my mouth and I'm freaking out. What if they're trying to kill me? What if they are going to kidnap me?!

"GAH! TOO MUCH PRESSURE!" I shout, which is muffled, and try to pull away, but fail.

Suddenly I'm pushed up against a wall in what looks like the boy's bathroom. I see Craig standing in front of me.

"I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth. You scream, I'll kill you," Craig says.

I nod my head violently. I've never been so close to Craig. Ever. This is so nerve-racking.

He removes his hand and then uses both his hands to pin my arms to the wall.

"Why the fuck do you keep staring at me?"

"W-Was I not supposed t-to?! I-I'm sorry I'll look a-at the wall," I say turning my scared look to the wall.

That only made him more upset, "No, you idiot. I mean in classes. You stare at me in classes and in the halls and basically where ever I see you. What the fuck are you staring at? Do you have a problem with me?" He hisses.

"Uh... well,"