Mr Garison was ‘sick’ and hadn’t come in, meaning you had some shitty substitute who didn’t care what anyone did.

The whole class had given up paying attention, as if they would be in the first place, instead everyone was messing around, Cartman was stuffing his face with cheesy puffs, Kyle and Stan chasing eachother around the classroom. Everyone else doing pretty much the same thing, just having fun.

You began reapplying your lipgloss, talking with Bebe, yet Craig sat turned around starting at you.

You and him didn’t get along, at all the two of you had never gotten along mainly because of his cold and blunt demeanour; you found it hard to be around him because of that.

“God, why are you putting so much on?” He scoffs, his eyes blankly on your lips, not even trying to hide the fact he was staring at them intently.