Author's Note: FINALLY! AN UPDATE! XD I was finally able to think of a real plot behind this story.. so I will continue it.. I am SO sorry for the long wait! I know some of you have wanted this new chapter, so here it is!

- - - - - - - - - - - x next morning x

"What ze 'ell is wrong wiz you, blondie?" The French teenager asked, sighing out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. His dark hues glanced over to the small pitiful blonde sitting next to him in class, not even bothering to be quiet as Mr. Garrison spoke of random shit. How he became a HIGH SCHOOL teacher, no one really gave a shit, less work for them.

Tweek shook and shrugged, having dreaded coming to school. His blue hues tightly shut on account of the fact that he kept remembering...! It was awful! "Gah!" Tweek shuddered in a horrid twitch, which made the brunette Frenchman raise an eyebrow.

"Okkkaayyy zen.." Another drag of his cigarette and the brunette went back to paying attention to the teacher.

"Hey.. ngh! Christophe..?" The blonde squeaked.

Christophe sighed and leaned back in his chair, coherent whispers of classmates could be heard behind the two. Most of them however was Cartman making fun of Kyle for being a Jew, in which Stan yelled at him for it. Also, some of it was Butters speaking to Clyde about something.. Butters almost sounded concerned, for he heard a "Oh no! I hope he's okay! Anyone know who did it?" Who they were talking about, he didn't care. Speaking of Clyde. Tweek didn't have the guts to hang out with them in the morning like he always did.. it would have just been to weird for him to handle.

"What?" The Frenchman snapped, turning his head to glare at the other as if he was impatient. Sudden mood swing, one would guess. Christophe was always impatient. Always has been since the La Resistance fiasco. Tweek had remembered when everyone thought he was dead.. back to reality, the blonde twitched as the brunette's voice finally connected with him.

"What.. gah! What is yer.. ngh!" His twitching became a bit more noticeable than it already had been, if that was even possible with his state of horrid paranoia. He couldn't get the correct words through for some odd reason.

"WHAT!?" The Frenchman snapped, slamming a fist onto the table which got the class quiet for a few awkward seconds. The class looked over at Christophe, even the teacher. Upon this, Christophe blinked and looked around, cigarette loosely hanging out of the corner of his mouth. They suddenly went back to whatever they were doing like nothing even happened.

"Anyways.." He sighed again a ran a hand through his messy brown hair.

"Uhm.." He twitched again. Tweek tried to ignore the fact he got yelled at. "You're.. bisexual, right?"

"Gay. But what eez your point, blondie?" He asked, carelessly putting his cigarette out on the sleeve of some kid passing by his desk. The kid yelped and rubbed his arm, nervously walking back to his desk after putting something in the trashcan by the door. The brunette scoffed and growled a bit.

"Ah.. oh.. uhm.. gah! What is your.. view on love..?" The blonde asked.

Christophe blinked and looked at him, eyes narrowed in an unamused look.

"What!? Gah! I'm serious! You ARE after all with, NGH! Gregory!" Tweek threw his hands up in the air and shook them a bit to prove his point.

"I don't exactly know how to explain it, see.." Christophe shrugged his shoulders and clicked his tongue against his teeth before grinning. "You just know ze feeling when you're around ze one you were meant to be with."

And to think.. Christophe found love. Un-fucking-believable. The brunette was probably the most foul mouthed, rude kid anyone had ever met, and look at him! He has his own partner. Tweek however, wasn't so sure of his own feelings now.. he wanted to express them to Craig, but the night before last he was just drunk.. and wasn't aware of what was going on.. he wasn't even sure if Craig remembered anything from that night besides the joke!

"I.. see." Another twitch. Boy, was this difficult.

Wait a minute.. speaking of Craig!

Tweek blinked and twisted around in his chair for a moment, blue eyes looking around. Where was he? The caffeine addict looked over to his assigned chair, but alas, nothing. Just a blank void. His heart sank just then as he leaned back in his chair, taking a small sip of coffee from the thermos standing on the corner of his desk. He told me he'd see me at school.. Tweek sighed and bit his bottom lip.

Deciding on something, Tweek slowly stood up out of his seat |mind you, Mr. Garrison didn't even notice, he was to busy absentmindedly drawing inappropriate things on the board| and walked to the back of the class where Token and Clyde were chit chatting.

"MR. GARRISON!! TWEEK'S OUTTA HIS SEAT!" Cartman shouted out. Kyle rolled his eyes and looked away, and Stan just face-palmed.

Mr. Garrison, not even hearing him properly, replied with a "That's nice, Eric."

Tweek froze and gasped before looking over to Cartman, who had this enormous grin on his face. God damn that guy. The blonde felt horrible for Kyle who had to deal with his dumb ass all day. Passing by a certain perverted blonde, Kenny's hues immediately glanced over to Tweek's slender figure, and upon watching him pass by, the orange hooded blonde reached over and smacked Tweek right in the ass.

"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!" Tweek shouted out, reaching behind him to rub his bottom and make sure nothing was done to it. It wasn't a hard hit, but it shocked him. Now that his heart almost leaped out of his chest.. he looked over to Kenny who was smirking and chuckling lightly. Tweek, gulping nervously, just continued walking to the back of the class. Why the hell didn't Mr. Garrison noticed that?!

"God damn it, Kenny." Stan growled, turning around to huff at the pervert.

The orange hooded male smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "What? He's got a nice ass."

"That's what you say every time. It's either 'nice ass or nice rack'. Besides.. what is it with you? You've been staring at Tweek for the past few days." Stan waved his hands in the air as emphasis.

"Annndddddd?" Kenny drawled out to the raven haired male, who rolled his eyes and just turned back around. It was always normal for the orange hooded blonde to see someone and automatically want a lil' something-something with them. It was just his nature.. but they had always disliked Tweek a bit, so Stan didn't see it as any new phase for Kenny or anything.

"Clyde! Ngh!" Tweek suddenly grabbed a hold of the brunette's sleeve and tugged him out of his seat.

"What??" Clyde murmured, and by the look in his eyes at seeing Tweek, he didn't remember anything from the night before. However.. they had that look to him that something was wrong..

"Where's Craig.." He started to shake violently again before looking up at the brunette with hopeful eyes.

"Oh? Craig?" Clyde reached up and nervously rubbed the back of his head and looked away.

"Tell me, gah!" He was starting to get impatient. And he was obliviously doing so.

"He.. stayed home today."

"Ngh.. why?"

Clyde slowly looked down at him with dark hues, "Someone attacked him the night he headed home from your house. Got his arm broken and a sprained ankle." He said this was a bit of worry in his voice.

Tweek froze, suddenly feeling tears well up at the corners of his eyes. "WHAT??" Someone.. attacked Craig..? So that's why he heard Butters say that earlier..

Clyde nodded slowly before the awkward silence between them was growing a bit TO awkward. Tweek started to hiccup a bit, before feeling the sudden worry hit him like a brick within his chest. Why hadn't he been informed of this..?

"Why.. didn't you.. ngh! tell me..?" He asked, almost pleading to know as he nervously tugged on Clyde's sleeve.

The brunette sighed and looked away. "He didn't want you to know.."