"Tweek, what are we supposed to do with you? When you got back from that institute, you seemed to be doing so much better," my mother commented. "What happened when you got back? Is it the school?"

I sat in the back of my parents' vehicle, and they were not letting up on needing to know what happened at school. I couldn't tell them what caused this all. It's honestly ridiculous- I know that, but I also can't help it.

"I d-don't know!" I replied.

"Well Tweek," my father sighed. "We've discussed it, and you have two options. You aren't getting better at the school, so we discussed transferring you, or you can go back to the institute for a little longer."

"WHAT?!?" I screamed. "I don't w-want to g-g-go back!"

"You could always transfer," my father commented.

I could feel my heart starting to race. What about Craig? I can't leave schools. Or (Y/N)? She'll blame herself, and this isn't her fault.

"Okay...I g-go back," I sighed.

Both of my parents looked relived, but I was anything but that. I didn't want to leave again. I wanted to be fine. No one else had a problem with me like this. Craig loved me for it. Craig...

I felt so bad for Craig. He always tried his best to help me. I knew it always made him feel uncomfortable to talk to someone like that, but he always tried. He doesn't even know what is stressing me out right now.

That girl...

This wasn't her fault either. She seems really nice, but that's the problem. She seems so nice and genuine and pretty- she seemed so perfect. But that doesn't mean she deserves the reaction that I give her. If anything, it is the quite opposite. Maybe it is for the better that I go off for a little while.

When we got home, I made my way to my room to call Craig, knowing he'd be in study hall.

"Hello? Tweek? Are you okay?" he asked once he picked up the phone.

"Y-yeah, I was sent h-h-ho-home, because of my p-p-panic attacks, GAH!" I replied.

He sighed. "I figured as much...so now what?"

I gulped, just feeling guilt in my stomach. "M-my parent's w-want me to g-g-go back."

"I see..." Craig mumbled. "Well if that's what is best, then that is what I support."

"Y-yeah?" I question, still feeling horrible.

"Of course. I want you to get better," Craig replied, hostility in his voice. After a short pause, Craig spoke again, "Can I ask...is it because of her?"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what he was thinking. This was all because of her, but how deep did it go? I didn't want to find out.

"N-no, I think th-that the new g-girl just freaked m-me out," I stated.

"Mhmm," Craig replied. "Either way, if it is what you need then I am not going to be upset about it. Write if you can."

"I will, I p-promise," I assured him.

We said our goodbyes before hanging up the phone. I looked around my messy room and couldn't my body from shaking.

It to get packing I guess...