Tweek doesn't sleep again, but he also doesn't go to Starks Pond. He can't really remember how he got there, and his parents would throw a fit if they found out, maybe even sell him into child labor! He flinched at the thought and picked at his colorful bandaids.

He watched the clock, which is worse than watching paint dry, and when it was finally an acceptable time to get up, he did. He showered, changed into his usual green button up shirt and a pair of comfortable black jeans. Well, that's what he told himself they were. To anyone else, they were probably just leggings.

Tweek started the tired walk to school. He probably should've taken the bus but that meant being stared at by people he didn't know, like he were some kind of zoo animal. He sipped his coffee, letting the cold nip at him again. Like usual, he didn't bother with a jacket or sweater, just a green button down.

He let the crunching of the snow underneath his feet play in his head like a melody. He didn't listen to much music. He chewed his chapped lips, entering the school. No one spared him a glance, like usual. Ever since he started public schooling, he'd realized just how invisible he was to the world, or how invisible the world pretended he was.

It was hard to ignore him completely the first few days, he was too spastic with his involuntary noises and movements. He sat alone in his first period, quietly picking at his nails.  His second period faired no better until the seat beside him creaked. He glanced up immediately, twitching. His mind raced. A cruel joke? A soft smile greeted him. "Hiya little fella." He said softly, so as not to startle him. "I was gonna approach you before but I haven't had the chance."

Tweek only twitched, picking at his nails more nervously. A timid, "hello," answered him. He smiled kindly again. "I'm Leopold Stotch, but I would prefer you to call me Butters." Tweek only nodded, until he realized the baby blue eyes were staring at him expectantly. "Oh...I'm-Gyah! Tweek...Tweak.. The a is only in the last part.." Butters smiled and the seat on the other side filled. "Hey," another greeting. His head shot over. "Hi.." he whispered back. "So, I'm Kyle, the boy beside me is Stan."

His nodded, shifting his gaze to Butters. He jumped, a boy in an orange parka was beside him. When did that happen? "This is Kenny." Butters smiled. A muffled sentence was spilled out but Tweek had absolutely no idea what he said. "Uhm."

Someone kicked the back of his seat, making him jump. Icy blue eyes, black hair, and in all blue. He was missing the blood on his face. It took a few moments for Tweek to realize he was being spoken to. "Did you hear me?" Tweek flinched at his tone, "Uhm no.."  The male looked thoroughly annoyed before his expression fell away to nothing, back to a blank slate. "I told you guys to be quiet. I am not failing physics because of you and your new friends." He scowled at him briefly.

Tweek flinched and looked at his lap, sadness ran through him like the blood coursing through his veins. "Nng- sorry.." he whispered. Butters nibbled his lip, "Well sorry, we weren't trying to disturb you." Kyle on the other hand wasn't having it. He rolled his eyes, and put his hand on his hip. Sassy.

"Class hasn't even started yet. Get your ass off your high horse." Tweek stared at him nervously because- oh god, what if the blue eyed boy kicks his ass instead? He twitched. Craig flipped him off, not a word spoken. When then bell rang, they all shifted back to their usual seats. It was silent, save for his noises and panicking. Actually... It was never silent for Tweek. His head was always screaming and yelling like parents going through a divorce.

He picked at his nails. About halfway through class, a small paper ball hit him. He glanced at it, frowning. It was probably someone poking fun at him. He let it hit the floor and pretended to have not noticed it. "You were supposed to open that and read it, dumb ass." The voice behind him muttered, he must've shifted closer because he could feel his breath on his ear.

He bit his nail a moment before carefully picking it up. He glanced at the teacher- blissfully unaware. He unscrambled the note. It was blank, save for the band aids in the paper. Confused, he looked back at him. He pointed to Tweek's hands. He looked down. His fingers were picked at like usual, and bloody. He offered a shaky smile and attempted to unwrap them with his shaky hands.

The bell rang and he still didn't have one single band aid opened. Craig rolled his eyes as he packed up, stopping at the blondes desk. He unwrapped them and carefully put them over Tweek's damaged fingers. "You should try to stop picking at them."

'No duh.' He thought, but then he got nervous because what if he could read his mind and was now mad?! He bit his lip.

"Craig Tucker." He informed him, just as blankly and casually as someone stating the weather. He lowered his voice, "You should drop by the pond tonight." He murmured, so quietly, it was almost like he didn't say it at all. When he went to step away, Tweek touched his hand. Solid. Not an apparatus, he wasn't crazy after all- not completely.

Craig stopped, glancing at him, "Well? Are you coming?" Tweek scrambled to pack his shit, and follow after him. He froze when he felt Craig's fingers interlace with his. What was this guys problem? He spit in his face? And now he was holding his hand?! Tweek glanced at him skeptically. Craig paid the look no mind, and stopped at Tweek's third period. "Here, I gotta get to math. Bye." He didn't even know how Craig knew he had art third. Craig Tucker was strange.