A/n: yaaaaaay, a Craig Tucker one shot! I've been meaning to make another one because Craig is actually my second favorite character (Kenny being the first).

The premiere episode of South Park was VERY enjoyable. I loved it so much! I wished that they had Craig or Tweek somewhere in the episode and that Kenny had more talking scenes. Oh well, next Wednesday here we come!

Warning: Tweek x OC (because I'm weak and I love my SP OCs to death)

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The (h/c) haired beauty stood at the front of the classroom, her eyes slightly to the side, not once trying to make eye contact with anyone. "Alright, ya wusses, we have a new student to South Park High," Coach Haynes announced to his history class, his second one of the day. The football coach gave a welcoming smack to the back of the new girl, catching her off guard. She slightly lost her step but maintained it once again but this didn't help her embarrassed, flushing demeanor. "What's your name?"

The girl recollected herself and her expression changed back to a calm one. "I'm (F/n) (L/n)," she introduced herself to her fourth class of the day. She was definitely tired of being presented in front of the class and telling them their name. As what she has seen, she has noticed a few same faces in each one and she was sure they were getting tired of this too. "Nice to meet y'all."

The class was barely audible when they said their greetings to the new girl, except for the select few that seem to excited to be in school. "Oh, c'mon! You all need to make her feel warm and welcomed!" Their history teacher exclaimed, jolting everyone in surprise with his booming voice. The class roared louder, shocking the new girl with their sudden participation. This caused the coach to chortle. "Awesome! Alright, (F/n), go ahead and sit in any seat you see and I'll start the lesson."

(F/n) gave him a slight nod and shuffled her way to the open desk in the second row, in front of a boy wearing a blue chullo hat. She settled into her chair and took out her supplies to ready herself for class. What she didn't expect was to overhear a couple male voices conversing about her. She knew it was her because... Well, she was the only new kid.

"Dude, she's fucking hot," she heard a voice say, slightly muffled through something. She racked her brains to a particular, hooded boy. She was sure that was probably the one speaking in a failed whisper. "She's in my first class, too. I'm so damn lucky."

"Oh yeah? I have her in my second and third class. Every time she had to be introduced in front of the class, I go friggin crazy. Have you seen her rack?" Another boy responded. (F/n) tensed instantly to his words. Do they not realize that they're not being so discreet with their talk right now? She could tell that they must be only a couple rows behind her. She lowered her head and snapped her attention to her teacher, who was now teaching the class about World War 2.

"Hell yeah. I would do anything to motorboat those knockers!" (F/n) cringed to the statement. She was only in South Park for a day and a half and she was already encountering this? Freaking ridiculous.

"Mmm, yeah. Same, dude."

"Hey, assholes!" A new voice caught her focus, along with everyone else in the room. She turned her head towards the owner of the voice and found it was just from the boy behind her with startling, stormy blue eyes glued to the two boys sitting in the corner of the room. "Shut the fuck up," he shouted over to them. (F/n)'s eyes darted over to the victims, the blonde in an orange parka jacket (she guessed that one right) and the brunette with a red letterman.

"Craig Tucker! Did you just say what I think you said in my class?" Coach Haynes bursted, clearly fumed that someone dared to interrupt him with such inappropriate words.

"Yeah, don't you know how rude it is to eavesdrop, too?" The brunette boy called out with a smirk playing along his lips. What (F/n) didn't expect to happen next was that Craig, as what she learned was his name, flipped him the mighty middle finger. She gasped at the gesture.

How is this guy so free to cuss and flip someone off?

"Craig Tucker! Go to the office right now! And for added bonus, you'll get extra laps around the track during practice," Coach Haynes commanded while pointing furiously at the door. Without any complaints, Craig took all his belongings and walked out of the classroom. Then, everything went back normal like that moment never happened.

Of course, (F/n) was confused by the whole situation but relieved. This was because not once for the rest of class, the two guys chatted sexually about her.

...

"Just one more class," (F/n) thought with an audible sigh leaving her lips as she fidgeted in her seat of her English class, her past class. She was thankful Kenny nor Clyde, as she also learned the names of, didn't have this class. But neither did Craig. She wanted so desperately to thank him for standing up for her, even though it was in such a crude way. The (e/c) eyed girl haven't had the chance to. She figured she could swing by the football practice after school and tell him then. "Yeah, I can do that," she pondered with a nod.

The bell finally rang, dismissing all of school for the end of the day. (F/n) quickly packed up her things and rushed out of the classroom. Her walk was brisk since she wanted to make it to the football field as soon as she could. A gasp left her lips as the cold air nipped her exposed face. She almost forgot this wasn't her old town, which is usually mild this time of year. No, Colorado is normally cold. Brilliant.

While blowing a warm breath into her gloved hands, she continued her stroll to the football field on her own. Her being alone was not a surprise to her. She was the new kid, after all. She wasn't expecting to get a handful of friends on her first day at South Park High. Honestly, she didn't mind.

When she made it to the field, she spotted only a few athletes warming up. (F/n) decided she could just sit on the bleachers and wait for him, it's not like she had anything else she could do for the day. Only a few minutes passed until a group of boys, clad in their football wear, jogged out onto the field to start their practice. "Oh, well hello there!"

Shit.

Clyde made his way over to the beautiful girl and flashed her a charismatic smile. "Have you come to watch us practice, gorgeous?" He asked her, his helmet in the crook of his elbow. (F/n) found herself unable to talk since it was unusual to have this kind of attention from a boy. "Aww, you don't have to be shy around me, princess. I don't bite."

"I will if you don't stop scaring the girl!" (F/n) whipped her head to her left and spotted a dark skinned girl walking towards them, her boots clicking against the metal bleachers. As the girl approached closer, she recognized her from a couple of her classes. This girl had dazzling topaz eyes, hair tinged with a bit of red and excessive freckles across her face. Yup, there was no way of mistaking this girl from anyone else.

"Joney, girl, you're ruining the moment," Clyde groaned, shooting her an unamused expression. Joney closed in on him, being eye level with him since she was standing on the step before his. Clyde's face instantly paled in terror.

"That's not gonna be the only one ruined if you don't prance over to your practice right now," the redhead growled at him. With a gulp, he turned his heel and rushed back to his teammates. (F/n) finally spotted Craig within the crowd and saw him give Clyde a smack on the back of his head. "Hey, you alright?"

Startled, (F/n) glimpsed up at her female classmate. Joney now wore a sweet smile as she looked down at her, a completely different expression than it was a second ago. "Oh, yeah. Thank you so much," (F/n) told her with a sheepish grin. She stuck out her hand to her. "I'm (F/n) (L/n)."

"Oh I know, I've heard your name probably three times during school," Joney laughed while grasping onto her hand and shaking it. "I'm Loretta Jones but everyone just calls me Joney." She sat down on the vacant spot next to (F/n). "Man, I'm so sorry for Clyde... And Kenny. They're such whores. Seriously, once they get the picture that you're a 100% not interested in them, they'll stop and they can be cool to hang out with."

"Oh, they're your friends?" (F/n) asked curiously. Since Joney downright frightened Clyde away from her, she wouldn't think they would be anywhere close as friends.

"Oh yeah. All of us went to the same elementary school together. A good chunk of us are pretty close," the redhead explained. "I mean, in history class, I was about to tell them to shut up myself but I guess Craig beat me to the punch!"

"Oh, yeah. That's why I'm here, actually. I wanted to tell him personally how thankful I am for standing up for me," (F/n) replied, her eyes darting back onto the field. Now that Coach Haynes was outside as well, they started doing warm ups. Instantly, she found the raven-haired boy who stretched his arms and talked to Clyde and a dark skinned boy. "Him and Clyde are close?"

"They're best friends actually. Him, Clyde, Token, and Tweek have been friends since I don't know how long," Joney answered. "The one to Craig's right is Token. Tweek should be at Tweek Bros by now working." A warm smile appeared on her face the moment she mentioned Tweek's name.

(F/n) noticed this and smiled with her, as it must be contagious. "Ah, I'm gonna take a long shot here and say you have a thing for Tweek?"

Joney glanced at the (h/c) haired girl, "We've been dating for a week now. Best week of my life to be honest." (F/n) just only met this girl merely minutes ago but felt an overwhelming happiness for her. "I've had a crush on him for so long and I finally had the guts to tell him. And here I am!" Joney giggled a bit as she seemed to think back on a memory. "But, forget about that! You're the new girl, spotlight's on you! Tell me about yourself."

For however long they were there, the two of them talked as the football practice went on. Gradually, (f/n) found herself really enjoying the golden eyed girl's company. Plus, they seem to have a lot in common.

She stand corrected. I guess I can make a friend on my first day.

A whistle shrieked into the chilly air, catching (F/n)'s attention. "Alright, boys. Break for ten minutes and then we'll get back to practicing," Coach Haynes shouted to their sweating players. With that said, the footballers ran over to the sidelines either sitting down on the benches, taking gulps of water, or both.

"Oh, hey. You can talk to Craig right now," Joney piped as she hopped onto her feet. (F/n) nodded and followed her new friend down the steps of the bleachers to meet up with the boys. "Hey Craig!" The raven haired boy craned his neck to look back at them, that usual, bored look on his face. Joney waved her hand, gesturing for him to come over to the two. Craig trotted over. "You know, (F/n), right? She's the one you defended in History class today."

"Yeah," he replied, his blue eyes landing on the beautiful girl. She froze as she now took in his features. He's friggin attractive, damn.

"O-oh, uh. I wanted to thank you for that. It actually means a lot that you did," (F/n) told him, completely flustered. Why now to be shy? Get it together!

Craig raised a brow, surprised by the thanks. "It's no problem. They were being jackasses as usual. Honestly, they might as well be yelling it so that the other side of the world can hear how disgusting they were being." (F/n) laughed at that. "But, you didn't have to go through half of our practice to tell me that. You could've told me tomorrow not have to wait around."

That was true, although the thought never crossed her mind. "Well, it's a good thing you did!" Joney quipped, nudging (F/n)'s shoulder. "Or you wouldn't have met me, ey?"

"Whatever, Joney. She would've talked to you eventually," Craig muttered with a roll of his eyes. Joney stuck out her tongue at the 5'8 boy.

"Well, it's fine, I would have enjoyed talking to her either way. Though, we probably were able to talk because of Clyde," (F/n) replied, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

Craig groaned at the mention of his friend. "Yeah, sorry about him. He's so dense sometimes. And with McCormick. They can't seem to keep their dicks in their pants for one second."

"Shoot, (F/n) is pretty, though," Joney replied, shooting her a glance. "You're gonna have a bit of attention for a while." (F/n)'s cheeks tinted pink at the compliment.

"Well yeah, but they need to learn not to try to bone every pretty girl they see," Craig grumbled with crossed arms. Both the girls' eyes darted over to him, appalled that he said what he said. He called me pretty. Not directly but it was definitely mentioned. After a good couple of seconds, Craig finally realized what came out of his mouth. He turned his head away in embarrassment, his own cheeks flushed. "Err, well. It's true," he muttered while scratching the back of his head.

"Alright boys! Finish up and head back onto the field," Coach Haynes dictated after giving a tweet to his trusty whistle.

"Uhh, are you going to hang around for the rest of practice?" Craig suddenly asked the new girl, still not meeting with anyone's eyes.

(F/n) exchanged glances with Joney and shrugged. "I guess so. I got nothing better to do."

"Oooh, you can join us at Tweek Bros Coffee after their practice then!" Joney offered with genuine delight. "Sometimes we like to hang out there, whether it's just chilling or doing homework." Joney's smile faltered as she remembered something. "Oh, ah, Clyde will be there though. Would you be ok with that?"

"Yeah, it's ok. I can handle it," (F/n) said. "Plus, I would love to meet Token and Tweek. So I can't let one guy ruin that."

"If he starts causing trouble then we can kick his ass," Craig responded. He put on his football helmet. "Alright, see you after then." He jogged over to where the team was now meeting up.

To her right, (F/n) heard Joney chuckle. "What is it?" She asked her.

"I'm pretty sure that was the first time I have ever seen Craig 'Badass' Tucker blush."

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After their time hanging out at Tweek Bros Coffee, (F/n) knew she found a group she'd be ok hanging out with. Other than Clyde and his failed attempts at flirting, the new girl had enjoyed her time with everyone. Also, they were able to get discounted coffee. What a plus!

Weeks have passed and (F/n) settled in quite nicely to South Park High. Soon enough, Craig's group and Joney were not the only ones she got herself acquainted with and she gained some more friends. But they never were as close to her as much as Craig and Joney.

(F/n) didn't expect herself to grow quite attached to the bad-boy but here she was. The more she hung out with him, the more the crush she had for him increased. When she moved to South Park, she swore she wouldn't crush over any guy until college. Well, that was a promise willing to break for this exception. She enjoyed having him around and listening to him talk about anything from his past interested her. Going to Peru and finding out he had laser eyes? Pretty damn cool.

Also, the way he seemed protective over her after say one sends butterflies to her stomach. She was ever so thankful for her protector. Joney was right when she said she would be the center of attention for a while. The amount of guys that tried to ask her out was overwhelming. She declined each one and whenever a guy is giving her trouble, Craig comes to the rescue. Seems like Craig has quite a reputation if he puts fear into other guys' hearts.

This didn't help with (F/n)'s growing crush for the raven haired boy.

"Miss (L/n), thank you for taking some time after school to discuss this with me. I honestly do believe you have quite a talent here," the advisor told the (h/c) haired gal.

"No, thank you," (F/n) replied with an uncontainable grin glued on her face. "I'm glad that you took some time to look into this."

"The pleasure is all mine! I'm just letting you know as it can be a possible future for you to get into (whatever thing you enjoy). Do consider everything I have told you."

"Of course, I will! Thank you again." Finally, (F/n) left the office and automatically, her feet led her to her destination, the football field. With pep to her step, she hummed happily as she thought back to her meeting with the advisor.

Suddenly, she slammed into something hard, which caused her to tumble back a bit. Once she regained her composure, she glanced over to the Senior boy she happened to bump. "Sorry, I guess I wasn't looking where I was going," she apologized immediately, a blush appearing on her cheeks.

The guy in front of her was a whopping six feet tall, like Token. He had tan skin, perfect golden blonde hair, and mesmerizing emerald eyes. He was like a super model. This instantly made (F/n) feel intimidated. "No, no. I was my fault," he replied, shooting her a perfect white smile.

"Wow, didn't think South Park had such attractive, super model guys," she thought to herself.

"Well, um, I better get going," she mumbled out as she was about to walk around him.

The boy side stepped to block her though. "My name is Miles Mitchell," he introduced himself, holding out his hand. Hesitantly, she pulled out her hand towards him. He took it and gently pressed his lips to the back of it. "And what name belongs to such a gorgeous girl?"

(F/n)'s (e/c) eyes widened. "Uh, (F/n)," she answered, pulling her hand away from him. "I really should get going though." Once again, she tried to maneuver her way around him, but without much success.

"Why are you in such a rush? Going to meet your boyfriend?"

"I-I don't have a boyfriend," she rambled out hastily.

"Oh? Perfect. By any chance, would you like to go out sometime?" He asked her.

Did he really just?...

"I just met you."

"Doesn't mean we can't." What (F/n) didn't notice was happening was that she was backing away from him every time he took a step forward. Much to her dismay, her back met with the lockers, no way for her to escape as he propped an arm up to keep himself hovering over her and fencing her from the the exit.

"I-I'm sorry but I'm not interested," she declined.

"Not... Interested?" Miles genuinely sounded shocked by the younger girl's answer. He tilted his head and gazed down at her in confusion. "You... Don't want to go on a date with me?"

"N-no I don't," (F/n) replied, averting her gaze to the side of her at the exit once again. She was incredibly close to it. "I'm sorry, but I wouldn't feel comfortable going out with someone that I barely know."

"You... Don't know who I am?"

(F/n) glanced up to study his face. Her mind went blank as she tried to remember all the people she has met. Surely, she would've remembered someone like him. "No."

His face leaned down even closer to her. She desperately tried to back away but, again, the lockers were kind of there. Her heart beat raced a hundred miles per hour, now terrified over what might happen. "I'll make you know me." Miles then dove right in and tried to steal a kiss from her, but luckily, she turned her head away just in time for him to peck her cheek. "Hmph, girls would die to be in your position. Why are you so damn different?" The blonde's hand covered her mouth to muffle the screams she now let out. His other hand had grabbed her arm, which means she had no way breaking free. (F/n) cringed as she felt his teeth nipping at the side of her neck.

Ok. Last resort.

She kicked.

Hard.

Miles stumbled backwards and held tightly to the spot she swiftly kicked. Surely, the spot he did not appreciate being hit to. "OW. YOU BITCH--"

"OI!" A wave of relief passed over (F/n) as she recognized the voice instantly. Craig was fuming mad and it seemed like his eyes glowed with all the rage he had. He was storming over to the blonde. He grabbed onto the collar of his shirt. "Don't you ever fucking touch my girl ever again or I will kill you," Craig snarled at him, Miles's green eyes widening in terror.

"Y-your girl?? I-I-I didn't know, Tucker! I swear. I fucking swear," The frightened senior sputtered out, holding his hands up in defense. "She didn't say you were--" PUNCH.

(F/n) had to look away the moment the blood gushed out from Miles's nose. "I would beat the crap out of you if (F/n) wasn't here, ok? Take this as a fucking warning. If you even come ten feet near from her, I will end you. Got it, pretty boy?" The raven haired boy hissed at the older one. He slammed his back down onto the tiled floor, making him groan in pain. Craig stood up, turned around and wiped the little bit of blood he had on his knuckles onto his black, football pants. "Nice kick by the way."

"After all that, that is what he comments on?" (F/n) thought, a smile tugging onto her lips. "Thanks." Craig wrapped an arm around her shoulder as they made their way towards the exit to go back to the field. "So, how come you were looking for me?"

"You weren't at practice," Craig simply replied. His hand tightened onto her shoulder, pulling her even closer to him. "It's a good thing I went out to look for you, too. Fucking disgusting, that guy." (F/n) smiled wider at his protectiveness. She suddenly stopped in her tracks, causing Craig to screech to halt as well. His stormy eyes instantly glimpsed down at her, worry evident in them. "Is something wrong?"

The beauty stood on her tip toes and pressed her lips onto his cheek. It was one way of thanking someone, right? "Thank you for everything, Craig. I don't know what would have happened if you haven't come along."

The black haired boy's cheeks burned red. "You would've kicked his ass, I'm sure," he mumbled.

"Am I really your girl, Craig?" (F/n) asked him, finally letting the topic out into the open. Ever since Craig said that she was his girl, an overwhelming admiration filled her heart. This is what she always wanted. Hopefully, Craig wasn't just saying that because of the intense situation.

Craig's eyes widened as he remembered back to what he said. Yup, he definitely said that. Craig let out a groan out of embarrassment. That was a cliche thing to say... But he meant it. "L-Look, (F/n). I'm not one to express feelings very well--"

"I know that," the girl commented with a warm smile. She wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him tightly, her face nuzzling into his neck. "But, I'm ok with being your girl."

Craig stood there in shock. "Seriously?"

"Yeah." She dug her head more into his neck, her cheeks hot to the touch from blushing so much.

Craig draped his arms around her smaller body. "Good," he replied, a smile appearing on his usually indifferent face. He kissed the top of her head. "Whenever any guy starts flirting with you, you can freely say you're mine and they'll back off."

(F/n) chuckled, looking up at him. "Or I can kick his ass."

"We can kick his ass together."

She laughed harder. "Sounds good to me."

Bonus:

"Oh, there you are!-- Heeeeeeyyy." Craig and (F/n) broke their gaze from each other to look over to the new voice. Their friends, including Tweek since he wasn't working today, stood at the doors. They had become quite concerned as to why it was taking Craig such a long time finding (F/n). "Are you guys together now?" Token asked with an amused glance on his face.

Craig and (F/n) shared a glance and smiled. "Yeah," they answered in unison.

"Hell yeah, I win!" Joney cheered while holding her palm out towards the boys. "Pay up, boys." Token, Tweek, and Clyde (who was tearing up) gave the short girl ten bucks each. "Easy thirty dollars I've ever made!"

"Whoa, hold on. What the fuck is this?" Craig questioned with knitted eyebrows. "Y'all betted on us?"

The four friends looked at the new couple guiltily. "What was the bet?" (F/n) asked them curiously.

"Well, I bet that you two would get together within at least two months," Joney replied proudly. She stuffed her money to her back pocket and continued, "Token and Tweek betted that it'll happen after that. Clyde betted that you two would never get together." The dark skinned girl waggled an accusing finger over at her gal pal. "But I knew!"

"That's considered cheating then," Token huffed with crossed arms.

"We never placed any rules to the bet, Black," Joney cackled. She pulled her jittering boyfriend towards her and kissed his cheek. "I'll be paying for our next date, babe!"

"But Joney, ACK," Tweek complained, glimpsing down at her. "W-what kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you do that?"

"Still a great one... C'mon, Clyde, stop your blubbering. You should've seen this coming!" Joney muttered, patting the brunette's back.

"I could still hope, right?" Clyde sighed, wiping away the tears that had rolled down his cheeks. "I wonder what Bebe is doing right now."

"And this is why you don't have a steady girlfriend, bro!" Token joked.

"Whoa. Low blow, dude," Clyde replied, shooting his rich friend a glare. "Let's go. Coach is not going to be pleased to know that three of his players are missing."

The group altogether left to finally make their way back to the football field. Intertwining their fingers, Craig and (F/n) strolled behind the rest, enjoying each other's company even more now that they're officially together.