...my god, Craig, you have to be kidding me...I groan, rolling my eyes. I should be
used to this by now and I guess I am. But the added little features
seems to piss off the offending teammate.. He musters up the nastiest
glare he can and throws it at me with those oddly colored eyes. If it
was anyone else they would flinch, but it wasn't. This was me. Craig
Tucker.And the skinny little bitch I'm
fighting with?Oh, thats the towns freak, Tweek. Who
somehow got paired up with me for this project.Now, don't get the situation wrong.
Tweek wasn't my enemy. He wasn't someone I hatedbut he also wasn't
someone I respected or agreed with very often. Somehow we found a way
to jump out of our seats in the middle of class and scream at each
other, yelling obscenities and defending our opinion on the topic at
hand. You wouldn't think of him as the type of kid to defend
anything. But oh, no, that kid can yell and he can yell well.Who gives a fuck? Isn't Orange and
Blue supposed to be like, team colors? Because They're opposite? It
looks nice, and if worse comes to worse, we'll just say we were
thinking of the Denver Broncos.He continues glaring at me and picks up
the oddly colored egg. Just like in elementary school, we had to do a
project involving taking care of an egg as if it was our child.
Except this time it was for Home Economics.Wh...