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Tweek was, tired to say the least.
He was already behind on 7 assignments and he still had to work a shift at the coffee shop that evening, plus he hadn't slept well last night.
He yawned and rested his face on his hand as the history teacher droned on about some revolution in 1820.
He was dozing off as something sharp hit the back of his head, he jumped and let out a strangled sound of surprise that sounded a lot like a dying squirrel.
He turned around and to not much surprise, Eric Cartman was grinning with a couple paper darts on his desk as Kyle Broflovski was shaking his head.
Tweek could feel himself turning red, damnit! Why was he so easily startled?!
“Now boys, settle down back there!” the teacher paused, addressing them.
Cartman folded his hands on his desk “Of course, Of course my apologies” he said so fakely Tweek knew that if you didn't know Cartman, then you would have thought he was sincere.
The teacher nodded in acknowledgement and went back to his lecture and Tweek rested his head on a shaky hand and went back to staring off into space, he was too tired to worry about Cartman right now and honestly he couldn't care less.
Back in 4th grade Tweek would constantly worry about everything.
He would always be in a state of paranoia. In middle school he finally mellowed out a bit, he wouldn't worry as much and for the most part, the shaking stopped.
He was still paranoid though, that never really went away, and of course he was still lonely.
Tweek was fine with having no friends, he was fine with being alone, he knew he was probably too fucked up to have friends anyway but now he was in highschool, and with working at the coffee shop and homework he had so much on his plate, he wouldn't have time for friends even if he had them.
The bell rang and Tweek shoved all of his stuff in his backpack, he would just have to reorganize it later.
As he was walking out he could hear Cartman chuckling in that horrible, irritating chuckle, the one that made Tweeks skin crawl.
Tweek really wasn't in the mood to be trampled by the fatass, so he booked it and got the fuck outta there.
Tweek walked quickly through the halls and into his next class, Art II.
He sighed and sunk into the cheap plastic chair, setting his bag down next to him.
More people started filing into the class as the second bell rang and Tweek set his head down on the table, listening to the shuffling and talking around him, letting the sound soothe him.
He was just falling asleep as he heard a way too cheerful voice for 10:30 in the morning.
“Good mornin Tweek!. He just groaned in response and lifted his head to see Leo Stotch smiling brightly on him.
Leo set his bag down and sat across from Tweek in the four-desk island and stared at him with an expectant look, still smiling way too brightly.
“G’morning Leo” Tweek said, the words slurring with tiredness and setting his head back down.
Leo Stotch had always made Tweek feel a little uncomfortable, he was just too happy all the time as if nothing ever bothered him. It was unsettling.
Tweek firmly believed that anyone in their right mind would not be smiling like they just won the lottery at 10 in the morning.
The art teacher had started going over the project they were meant to start finishing today, but Tweek was only half listening as he rested his head on his arms.
The class had started moving around, starting to get their projects and such and Tweek reluctantly got up as well.
Tweek wasn't really bothered with doing well on his art projects, after all he had only taken this class to have more time to sleep.
Leo, on the other hand, cared way too much about the class. Tweek thought that only added to the unsettling feeling of Stotch, noone should care that much about a grade on a shitty drawing.
Tweek grabbed the project paper out of his folder. The class had been learning about mosaics and the different elements that went into making one, and had been tasked to make their own.
Tweek’s really hadn’t even started on his and it was due in two days.
He took out his phone and stuck his wired earbuds in the port, shoving the earbuds in his ears and opening Spotify. He chose a random playlist in his library and put his head back down.
He could just barely hear Stotch humming some stupid folk tune as he worked, but thankfully the music mostly drowned it out.
Tweek briefly wondered if he had done the Physics homework, probably not. He groaned and lifted his head up, his next class was Physics and he really didn’t want to fall more behind than he already was.
He got out his Physics folder and took out the worksheet, looking it over. Holy fuck, when did Physics involve so many damn numbers?
He sighed and began working it over.
“Whaddya got there?” Tweek jumped and looked up to see Stotch talking and he precariously took out an earbud, “Ack- Physics homework?” He said though it came out as a question.
“Oh gosh, that class sure is hard. Do ya need any help?” Stotch asked.
Was he offering to help? Tweek wondered in disbelief. Sure, the homework was hard but it was way too much pressure to ask for help, or receive it. What if Stotch got annoyed at him for not being good with numbers? What if Stotch thought he was some basketcase for not being able to properly read the words and problems on the paper? What if he came off as too pushy or too unteachable? Way too much pressure.
“Ack- Um, no I think I can do it. Ngh- T-thanks though.” Tweek stuttered out, Fuck why could’nt he just talk normally? Stotch definitely thought he was a basket case now.
“Alrighty!” Stotch replied cheerfully. Tweek never would understand that boy.
The bell finally rang, and Tweek was off to the dreaded Physics class.
God it was already third hour and he just wanted to go home.