The Bet

Day 1

Craig woke up with a splitting headache and a warm body beside him; he tensed for a moment before he remembered the events of last night.

Wendy was angry, drunk and looking to get Stan jealous. Craig sighed, Great she's in my room, and she hasn't woken up yet. Craig debates in his head how much of a douche he wants to be before finally deciding he doesn't particularly care.

"Wendy!" Craig screams, disturbing Wendy from her peaceful slumber.

"What the hell Craig, I was sleeping."

Craig shrugs but doesn't say anything. Wendy just rolls her eyes before packing up her clothes and doing the walk of shame from his house.

Craig manages to bite his tongue from telling Wendy she's the bitch who just cheated on her boyfriend and opts just to smoke a cigarette. He goes to grab his carton of cigarettes only to find it empty.

At least he has an excuse to go outside now, Craig stomps down the stairs to signal he's going out before making his way to the corner store. It was only a couple of blocks from his house so he figured he might as well just walk.

That is how he found himself at the drug store staring at the cashier, Tweek, the exact person who he had to woo. Craig seemed to have the best luck sometimes. He could tell Tweek was staring at him expectantly, and he knew that he probably looked stupid but what was he supposed to do? Craig couldn't just start flirting with him like most people, that would just scare him away. Craig shook his head; he was overcomplicating it.

"Hey," Craig said walking to the counter.

Tweek was clearly not expecting him because he made the girliest sound Craig has ever heard and then backed up into a shelf knocking whatever meds were on it. There went the plan not to scare him, he thought bitterly.

Craig was already done with the kid by this point, but he wasn't going to lose this bet, so instead, he walked to the other side of the counter and reached his arm out, "are you alright, sorry for scaring you."

Tweek just kept staring at him vibrating intensely without taking his hand, so Craig slowly lowered it, okay new tactic, "What are you doing here, I thought you worked at the coffee shop."

Tweek ran his fingers through his hair before standing up, allowing Craig to see the blush that danced on his face. "My parents own that coffee shop, so I work there for free, I work here for spending money."

"Wow, I couldn't imagine having two jobs," Craig said, even though he didn't care at all. "Can I buy those cigarettes now?"

Tweek stared at him confused for at least thirty seconds before the lightbulb clicked in his head, "Oh yeah, of course," he said grabbing the cigarettes and finally scanned them and handed them over.

"Thanks, talk to you later?" He said while walking out the door, he smirked to himself at how easy this would be if he were going by the blush on Tweek's face. Craig was still in this state walking home until he finally got home.

As he walked upstairs stomping as loud as he can to alert his parents to his presence, he checked his phone to notice it was already noon. He figured he must have slept in later than Craig thought, while he was on his phone though Craig realized he had a text from Bebe, which was ridiculously long, so he skimmed it, something about skipping school tomorrow.

Well, at least he has something to do tomorrow.