I lost a bet.

It hardly ever happens and by that I mean it never happens. This is the first time and I lost to that fucking McCormick. That's not the worse part though, no. The worse part is the catch.

If I lost then I had to ask out Tweek Tweak. The paranoid, emo, little, scrawny blonde kid. I had to pretend date him for a week. I had to kiss him two times a day and go on at least two dates with him.

This is stupid. It was a stupid bet in the first place and McCormick fucking cheated. I shouldn't have to do this but everyone insisted and pushed. I LOST so I HAD to. And I guess that's only fair considering that I usually tell them the exact thing when they lose bets but still. I'm fucking Tucker. You can't tell ME what to do. But I am also a man of my word. Fuck.

"Go ahead, Tucker. He's right there." Kenny smirks, wickedly. That bastard. We were all standing at our lockers and I looked over across the hall and he was right. There, stood Tweek. His hair spiked in all places, his eyes dark with liner, his arms covered with bracelets of all colors and sorts, his shirt was black and sleeveless, but it looked like he had cut it that way, it had a really cool rainbow skull on it, his jeans tight and black with tears going up the thigh and on the knees, with a rainbow studded black belt, his shoes were all black vans with rainbow shoelaces.

I sigh and look at Kenny. "Nope, no take backs. You have to do this. I'm not changing it."

"Nothing else?" I ask just in case. He nods, smugly. I sigh again and turn back to the emo little freak. He's obviously gay so I'm not worried about that but I mean, c'mon, if I had to go out with anyone... it would not be him. He's not my type at all. And he's just a freak. What ever I should stop thinking about all the stupid shit and getting mad and just go and do it already.

I start walking towards the boy and shake my head, mumbling to myself to keep my cool. I have to seem like I actually want to ask him out.

When I make it over to him. He's leaning on his locker, headphones in his ears and blaring, and he was staring at his phone. It looked like he was reading something. Now that I'm this close I notice how many piercing he has. Three on each ear, two cartilage on the left, a nose, an eyebrow, and angel bites. I also notice how much the dark make up stands out on his pale skin. He looks up at me, questionably, but then dismisses me as if he thought I couldn't be over here for him. But when I just stand in front of him with my thumbs in my pant pockets, staring at him he glances up at me with a raised eyebrow.

He stands up straight, pulls the headphone out of his ear, and says, "How can I help you, Tucker?"

We obviously know each other we were sort of friends when we were like eight but that was like nine years ago."Hey, Tweek." I nod. "I, just, uh... had something I needed to ask you, if that's okay. I don't want to disturb you but... I guess to late for that..." Oh god, so awkward. So horrible. Whatever, hopefully he'll just say no then.

"Er... Oh. Okay. What did you have to ask me?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

"UMMMMM..." I can't help it and chuckle. "See, okay, well, god..." I sigh, "Tweek, will you go out with me?"

He raises his eyebrow again and glances over to the group of boys I came from. He laughs, "Hell no. I'm not an idiot." He shakes his head still laughing. "Good try though. You lost a bet?"

"What? No, I just... so no?"

"That's what I said. Hell no. What? So you can just break up with me at the end of the week? No thank you, good bye." He puts his headphones back in and starts bobbing his head.

I take it out again. "What do I have to do to prove to you that I legitimately want to date you because I think you're hot and funny?" I mentally gag.

He laughs harder. "Oh my god. Can I record this?"

I suck my teeth. "I'm serious. Name it."

He smirks. "Okay if I'm SO hot. Then make out with me right now. With tongue." He sticks his tongue out to emphasize. And it's only now that I notice it's pierced. In my head I'm like, god dammit! I should have just shut up and went back. Now I... Oh my god. Fuck. Fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck. I mentally sigh.

But on the surface I smirk at him. "Okay." Is all I can manage to say believably.

He laughs one more time. "For real?" I nod. "Wow, okay," He walks closer to me. So close that our body's are touching. It makes my face heat up, but hopefully not turn red. He wraps his arms around my neck and wraps one in my hair, using my hair he guides my face down to his. He doesn't kiss me yet though. He just holds our faces close. And for the first time I notice how vividly green his eyes are. We're so close I can feel his breath and it's making me feel hotter. Not like, my face, but like... oh my god...

We stare at each other for a while. Him smirking and me trying to keep composure because I'm starting to realize every little detail about him and about our position. Our crotches touching right now is the one that's bothering me most right now for what reasons I'm not even sure of anymore. Within two minutes he's single-handedly managed to make me, the most composed person probably in this state into a mental and almost physical mess. I don't even know what's what anymore. This was a bet? And he's the emo freak remember? Then why am I so tempted to grab his hips right now? Jesus...

Finally he chuckles lightly and leans up, biting my bottom lip. He immediately sticks his tongue in my mouth and I can't help but gasp because I didn't know he'd do it so soon and I didn't know my dick would react this way. THIS IS A FUCKING DUDE, CRAIG. DUDE. The way his tongue wraps around mine and his goddamn piercing... He eventually abandons my lips to attack my neck. I get a shiver down my spine and forget where we are. I grab his hips, tightly and this catches him off guard.

I pull us closer and go for his ear, tracing my tongue up the side and biting on the cartilage piercing and then licking down and biting on the lobe. Eventually going back to just kissing. His tongue piercing feels amazing against my skin. It's crazy it's almost like I forgot he was a-

I pull back, suddenly. Once I realized what was happening. I play it off though, by saying, "Shit." I wipe the spit off my mouth. "Does that prove it?" My voice didn't sound like my voice. It sounded like a thirteen year old boys voice. I was embarrassed.

He smirked and licked his lips. "Not bad. The earring biting was a nice touch. Alright we can go on a date and then I might go out with you." He tells me with another arch of his eyebrow. "Bye, now," He waves me away.

I step back away a little distorted. I'm so confused right now. I think I need to reevaluate my life.

Once I think I've got myself together and composed I go back over to my group of asshole friends. They're all either gaping or laughing. I just shake my head and run my hand through my hair. "I hope you're happy, Kenny."

"Ecstatic, Tucker." He grins really big and then burst out laughing. "That was hilarious. It was like you were SO into it!"

I laugh a little. "Yeah, well, I had to convince him that I wasn't pranking him." And he ended up totally fucking me up. I highly doubt I'm gay, he's just probably a really good kisser. Yep. And I already said before that I don't like him and I don't.

"Yeah, well, have fun on your date!" Kevin laughs. "Oh my god. You should make it totally believable so when you break up with him on Friday he'll be torn! He'll be like, 'Oh, but I thought you really liked me!'." Kenny and Clyde laugh.

"Hell yeah!" Clyde agrees. "Then you could be like, 'Bitch, no one will EVAR like you, emo ass freak!'." They laugh some more and then the bell rings. That's kind of mean. But he is an emo ass freak. He's a loner and a loser. And in the end this is just a bet. And he's just a guy and I'm just a guy and I'm not gay.

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