Craig X Tweek Novels & Stories

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

So often in fact, that I had grown used to him finding a loophole out of our ideas, and finding more and more ways to torture me. Xavier turns my face to his. He runs his hand along my cheek, pulling me in close. He knows as much as I do that this would just be like Craig. Finding a way out of this once more. Craig is relentless in his mission to make me suffer. He's like the cockroach that can't be killed. The hydra that only grows another head after each strike. It feels absolutely impossible that he could actually be dead.

We just finished playing all the games in the arcade and we’re about to go back to our dorms. Me: Oh? You’re staying in a dorm as well? Craige: I’m in Resident IV. Me: That’s just a few buildings away from ours. Why haven’t I seen you before? Craige: I don’t know about that. But I already saw you once and I always hear about you. You’re quite popular among freshmen and sophomores, did you know? Me: I didn’t. Why am I popular? I’m not even a member of any clubs or sports.

“She called me a fucking cunt. It was almost funny watching Helen type that up. Renée said, ‘Don’t type that,’ and Helen said, ‘Everything’s going in the minutes.’ I thought Renée was going to tear her laptop out of her hands.” “What did Craig say while all this was going on?” “He just put his head in his hands.” I look through the window at the view. It’s a few hours until sunset. The sun’s rays have bathed the grass in a warm gold, and they’re reflecting off the windows of the high-rise buildings, almost blinding me. I think about Craig—one of my oldest friends—and how he seemed almost broken, a completely different man from the witty, smart guy I thought I knew so well.

But before that, he first pulled his blanket and then covered it with Jenny's body. He smiled then looked at Jenny lovingly. He knew earlier that she wanted to ask him for more, but she was reluctant because of her shy nature. And he couldn't do that either because it was her first time. His girlfriend is sure to have a hard time just in case and he doesn’t want that to happen. In the tall antique cabinet inside his bedroom, he took a change of clothes. But his eyebrows quickly met as he pulled out the t-shirt and suddenly a folded paper came with it. He ignored it at first and so the paper fell to the floor near his desk where his study materials were.

I nodded at her. “I will make you breakfast, you go fresh up and come.” Maddy left saying that. I took my phone again and just scrolled to see the messages. It’s from an unknown number. It says meet me at the cafe. This is me, Chris. please don’t ignore me, Stella. I owe you an explanation. I hope you will come. I don’t have any friends here. Should I meet him or shows like I don’t see his message? I am having a terrible dilemma. I should not trust him. But...

Aurora asked, her eyes traveling all over Craig. "Why are you over dressed by the way? Aurora added pointing at Craig's dressing. He was putting on a white body hug top which was showing his nipples and a tight jeans, on his foot was a white boot. He literally looked like one going for a function. "What? Can't I dress handsomely again?" Craig pouted.

I hope she understands. I secretly scan the cafeteria for Samantha. She's with the chest team members, giggling, and I'm glad she isn't eating alone. "Hey babe." My attention goes to Tristan, the captain of the football team, tilting Amber's head backward and kissing her. They're the popular couple in school, following Sookie, the co-captain of the cheerleading squad, and Neil, the co-captain of the football team. Tristan and Amber have been the spring king and queen winners for 2 years, with Sookie and Neil remaining the runner-up.

He would do almost anything to protect her. Craig also had an older brother named Clay who I had been crushing on for most of my life. Clay was also a year older than us. Both Craig and Clay had dark hair. Their mom was Hispanic and they both took after her. Craig had brown eyes but Clay had managed to get their dad's Irish green eyes. They were both tall and kind and wicked smart. Craig was goofy and sarcastic. He could always make me laugh and knew how to cheer me up no matter what. He was regarded as a dork because he loved comic books and science fiction. He was also a bit clumsy. Clay was athletic and more reserved.

Craig strides toward us with a composed expression, as always, but with a faint softness when he spots us. “Talking about past mistakes?” he teases with a lift of his brow. “The usual drama to pass the time,” Maddox replies with a shrug, but I catch the slight tension in her shoulders. Like they said, once bitten, twice shy. Maybe that’s the reason why her wolf isn’t as excited as well. After all, they have been hurt before. Craig stops in front of us with his hand in his pocket. “I thought you two might want something warm before nightfall. There’s a restaurant nearby. Let’s go?”