CRAIGS POV:

This class is boring.Having to deal with teachers bitching around and yelling at underaged minors is boring.I lean against my chair and ignoring Clyde tapping on my desk aggressively to annoy the shit out of me.

I slap his hand away and he just laughed to himself.I turn back to the teacher teaching the students and I felt a sensation of someone watching me.

Craig: “…”

I turn around to see tweek, the blonde hair boy staring at me and then turning away.People always call hm a spazz while they call me ‘emotionless’ or ‘Craig fucker’ but honestly..

I didn’t give a shit.Sometimes I wanna feel something and they inculdes me wanting to speak properly instead of having dried responses with a emotionless voice.I stare at the paper that has been laying on my desk for a while and I haven’t even written a word on it.