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“Guys, I don’t get how I’m going to pass this class.” Clyde cried, “I’m going to fail this class, have to drop out of college, and have to mooch off of Bebe for the rest of my sad, pathetic life.” Clyde threw his head down on the table, with Tolkien patting his back. Craig had to give it to him, the brunette had a talent for being over dramatic. Burying his head in his arms, the other two heard the loud sigh coming from his mouth.
“That’s if she’ll even marry you.” Craig could feel the two pairs of eyes throwing daggers at him as he continued to eat his lunch. “It’s a valid point,” he stated shrugging.
“Anyways - Dude, I told you I would help if I could. Anatomy isn’t too bad, you just need a good tutor. Wendy took the class freshman year, I can ask her if you want?” This time it was Tolkien that received the daggers Clyde threw. Ever since last summer when Wendy went off on him, the brunette has been terrified of her. Even Craig was a little nervous, he didn’t know a girl could be that scary.
“Absolutely not! Plus, It can’t be that easy!” Clyde pushed himself off the table, focusing on Craig, “Craig failed the exam just as bad.” As much as it hurt Craig to admit it, he did fail his first anatomy exam. He was already pissed off at the fact that he had to take the dumbass class, but even more so by the fact that he did as bad as he did on the first test of his junior year.
Craig raised his hands defensively, “I told you that your dumbass genes were going to rub off on me.” Tolkien laughed in response, quickly covering his mouth to hide from Clyde. Clyde bit his apple, rolling his eyes. “Plus, I was the one that went to find a tutor and you -“ Craig flicked Clyde in the forehead, “- took the last spot that was available for the semester. Now I have to meet with Dr.Evans Monday to see if she knows anyone willing to tutor me.” Clyde rubbed his forehead, muttering a ‘sorry.’
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Craig Tucker had never seen so many red pen marks on his own paper, Clyde - sure, but his own? Absolutely not. He flipped through each page looking at what his answer was versus what the correct answer was, not even really being able to push it off as a dumb mistake. Clyde was scratching the back of his head as he flipped through his own exam, giving a laugh. Clyde was a lot better at accepting a fuck up, despite him typically being a drama queen, he was able to recognize and communicate his emotions better than his counter part.
Dr.Evans went through the questions explaining why the answer was one over the other, but Craig began to tune her out. He was distracted looking out the window, trying to figure out a solution. With all the tutors being full, he needed someone else to help. He already asked Wendy, but her schedule was the opposite of his own. Tolkien would be willing to help, but he begins his student teaching this semester and Craig really didn’t want to add more stress to his schedule. He could drop the class, but that would lead him to not being able to take one of his major courses next semester and if he got a shitty grade then he would see a GPA drop which could lead him to not be able to get in to the astrophysics program that he wanted for after graduation.
This was fucking stupid.
Craig Tucker will do anything to pass this class.
Clyde shook his shoulder, leading him to realize that class was being dismissed. Dr.Evans was yelling to remind everyone of the reading due Wednesday and to turn in the answer sheets. Craig rubbed his eyes as he got up from his seat. He waved bye to Clyde to go up to the front of the room to talk to Dr.Evans as she packed up her bag.
“Craig! Hello! I got your email this weekend, did the test review help at all today?” Dr. Evans looked up to Craig as she continued packing up her bag. Craig’s mumbling gave her a decent enough answer, “the class can be a little difficult for some people - bye boys - I was thinking that potentially you could talk to Tweek, the taller blonde boy that just left, I’ve had him in multiple classes before and he did quite well on this exam,” Craig forced a smile, thanking her before dragging his feet out the door in a poor attempt to catch up to Tweek.
Craig and Tweek have had classes in the past together. Mostly group projects or pair work for physics. They had a few mutual friends and interacted with each through them or class only. Tweek was practically silent in all the classes the two have ever been together in, maybe he’s heard him speak four or five times tops. Group work was almost entirely in silence when they did work together, more times then not, someone else spoke for him.
Craig continued down the hall, hearing voices ahead of him. He groaned to himself, before catching sight of the pair down the stairs. The issue wasn’t necessarily that he had to talk to the silent blonde, it was the one he walked out with that was going to be the issue. The issue was Stan Marsh.
“Hey, Tweek! Wait up!” Craig watched as Stan Marsh threw up the middle finger and a loud, ‘fuck off Tucker,’ as they turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs. Craig repeated himself, going down them to catch up. Craig grabbed at the back of Stan’s backpack forcing him to stop. “I wasn’t talking to you, Marsh.” The two glaring at one another, before eyes turned to the practically vibrating blonde.
“Ah - w-what’s up, Craig?” Tweek brought long pale fingers up to his mouth as he bit his nails, eyes darting back and forth between the two in front of him. Taking a deep breath in, Craig wanted to get this done and over with before Stan had the chance to comment.
“Dr. Evans said you did awesome at the first chapter exam and I did absolute shit. Will you tutor me, please.” Craig’s eye twitched slightly when Stan Marsh began to laugh. “There are no more tutor spots open, Clyde got the last one but that’s probably a good thing ‘cause dear god he did worse than I did. Tolkien is super busy this semester, and Wendy has an opposite schedule than me otherwise I would ask them. I understood literally nothing from the exam review, and would just really like to pass this stupid ass class.”
“I really didn’t do that good.” Tweek stopped biting his nail, and looked up to Craig before his eyes switched to look past Craig’s shoulder. Tweek twitched as Craig opened his mouth to argue that he was sure that a 94% was a lot better than his own, but was interrupted by Stan.
“Hell no, bro.” Stan grabbed at the bag Tweek was wearing. Tweek grabbed his straps as he was tugged backwards, stumbling in to walk. “This sounds like a ‘you problem.’” Stan let go of Tweek’s bag and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. Tweek sputtered a mouth full of ‘I’m so sorry.’ Craig stomped forward grabbing at Tweek’s bag this time.
“I don’t remember your name being Tweek, Marsh.”
“Just accept that you’re a fucking moron and drop the class.”
“Stan -“
“Like you didn’t need help in school. Kyle basically got you through your freshman year.”
“Craig-“
“Well I must be doing better since you are coming to us for help.” Stan stopped in the hall.
“I’m not coming for your help, Marsh.” Taking another breath before looking at Tweek, “I came to ask for your help.” Tweek jumped, wide eyed, “Look, you can say no if you really don’t want to, but it is your choice if you actually want to or not - not Marsh.” Tweek eyes were still blown up as he muttered an ‘I’ll think about it,’ before being pulled down the hall by Stan Marsh, grumbling about Craig. Tweek looked back, waving a small goodbye before yelling at Stan to let him go. Irritated, Craig began walking back to the dorms.