He's staring at me. Just... Staring.

(He probably thinks you're weird again.)

What if he thinks I'm lying? What if he won't talk to me again? What happens if he thinks it's bad that I'm unusual?

"What?

"J-Just forget it," I breathe out. I try to push him away from me (so I could run away.)

Craig suddenly tightens his grip on me.

"He what?" He says through clenched teeth.

I gulp. He sounds mad. (Really? I wouldn't of noticed!) Is he mad at me? He has to be mad at me! Oh god!

I start squirming around to escape his grasp. But, he only gripped my waist tighter when I started squirming.

"I-I didn't s-say anything!" I shout. (I'm terrified right now.... Wait. What time is it?)

"C-Craig let g-go!" I shout pushing him away from me (reluctantly.)

He released my waist and I tumbled back onto the cement and smacking my head against the ground.

It sent a pulse through my head and shook my vision to where it went blurry and white.

I grabbed the back of my head and sat up. Craig was just looking at me. He didn't look mad anymore.

I looked back at Craig, "What t-time is i-it?" I ask.

He looks at his phone, "Three."

I jumped up and started to run home, "B-Bye!" I shouted.

"Tweek!" I heard Craig shout, but I couldn't stop. Not even for him. I already have to explain why I have a black eye. I just don't want an extra punishment.

I need to get home.

(You're an idiot.)

I got to my house and took a couple of breathes. I try to calm down (and look as normal as I can) as I walk into the house.

I open the door and see my mother sitting on the couch. She's just sitting there.

Then she leaned forward and took a drink of a glass of wine.

(Please god don't let her be drunk.)

I walk as quietly as I can to get passed her and go up to my room.

As I walk behind the couch, I hear, "Tweek. Sit down."

I freeze and turn and walk over and stand in front of the chair.

"Y-Yes?" I ask keeping my head down (for more than one reason.)

"You're later than usual," my mother states, "What's your reason?"

"I-I was..." (Out with Craig, had to stay after to talk with a teacher... Say something, you idiot!) "I w-was sidetracked..."

My mother clicks her tongue and shakes her head, "Why are you such a disappointment?!" She shouts at me, the wine barely slipping over the side of her glass.

(You're spilling wine, mother.) "I-I'm sorry."

"Look at me," he demands.

I raise my head hesitantly and look at her disappointed and angry face.

She sighs and narrows her eyes, "You're getting in fights now? Is this some way of trying to get attention?" She (slightly slurs) growls out.

She throws the glass and I (barely) dodge it and the glass smashes against the wall.