---Tweek's pov---

School for the rest of the day was hell.

Turns out that Craig left school mid-day and I hadn't found that out until after I was beat up twice while waiting outside for him and then a teacher had "informed" me everyone had left the school and I shouldn't make it a habit to stay after school this late.

So, now I'm walking down the street, in the middle of night, feeling sorry for myself.

Why would I think this was a good idea?

Worst part is, I'm not even planning on heading home.

... Yeah, I'm planning on going to Craig's house. Again.

It's not like my parents care, anyway.

I'm pretty sure they forgot that I was alive awhile ago. I hardly spend any time at home, anyway.

And, I already have my bag... Minus coffee.

Ah, you know, I could really go for some coffee right about now.

Maybe I'll make a small detour...

I open the coffee shop door and let the smell take me in.

I close the door and walk over to the counter. A bored looking teenager sits at the counter playing on his phone.

"What?" He ask not even glancing up at me.

"Plain black-"

"Tweek?"