So you think you're bold huh?

Weirdo

A/N: I just got done watching Dreams stream so I'm going to write now:)

*F slur warning! I'm queer, so don't worry about that bit. But if it bothers you then please don't read this chapter!*

George's POV:

I had football practice today, it's fun, but a lot of hard work. I'm the Quarterback, which sounds big and mighty but it's not really. Trevor's the Guard, and pretty much all muscle. Plus he's the captain and gets all the popular football player buzz that the rest of us don't really get. My best friend, Wilbur, is a wide receiver, he's pretty cool. We're not that close with the rest of the team(besides Trevor) but they're all bastards who don't care about any of us. Trevor's always making me do his homework, he says "if you want to keep winning you're going to need me, and I'm not going to be here if you don't do my dirty work," he claims I'm the most helpful guy on the team because I do his damn homework. He could be right though, Trevor's amazing at the game, but we pretty much all are anyway. It's not like we're on the varsity team because we suck.

I moved here from London in the middle of freshman year, and since my dad, who's all American and republican, cares a lot about football and had me playing practically my whole life, I made the team and fit in right away. Sort of. It's hard to fit in the middle of such a small town, where everyone knows each other and had already formed a working social class. 

"Hey! George, Wilbur, come here," I walked over to our coach, Philza. He's really close with most of us. Wilbur ran up behind me and took his helmet off. "Yeah?" I asked and wiped the sweat off my forehead. It was the end of practice and most of the guys had gone inside to shower already. I hated showering with the guys though, so I usually stayed back with Wilbur to clean up the field and get it set up for the younger team who practice after that.

"I have a job for the both of you," I cringed, it's probably going to be something embarrassing or annoying. "Yeah?" Will asked. "I have three boys, they're all freshman and still in their awkward stages of life. I sighed, "okay?" He sat down on the bench in front of us and took his whistle off his neck. "I need you, boys, to look after them, it's been a few weeks since school started and they're still not quite getting it," I looked at him with a confused expression on my face. "You want us to babysit for you?" Wilbur asked hesitantly. "Well- yeah. Come on guys, you know how hard freshman year was. They're on the freshman football team...and they're not the best. I would have Trevor show them around but I think they'd do better off with peers like you showing them the ropes," I groaned. "You're evil coach," he half-smiled. "Thank you, now go get showered you smell like shit,"

We walked to the locker rooms while talking about it, making the mutual decision to not tell anyone else about this and get through it quickly. It would be a total bump to our social status if we get caught dragging a bunch of weak freshmen around the school. Especially after the way Philza described them. "I don't know, I just think it's fucking stupid," I told Wilbur while taking my clothes off. He nodded and clicked the shower on. "Yeah, but I mean it's coach, we can't do anything about it." I groaned and walked over to the showers, shielding my body as best as I could, and sitting underneath the running faucet. Wilbur's way taller than me, and he's got more muscle than me too. My waist is small, and I'm super skinny, and short, so athletically, the team has a way bigger advantage over me. But most of them are idiots and don't think as I do. And it isn't like I'm totally weak, I pretty much practice every day, I'm just small. It's genetics.

"Faggot!" A few guys yelled while walking past me in the showers. I hated that word. Not even because it's offensive to gay people. It's not like I'm gay anyway. And I know, that isn't good I should stop worrying that people think I'm gay and start worrying about the homophobia in the whole thing. But I guess...it made my skin crawl. "Hey! Piss off, dude!" Trevor walked over to us in sweatpants and without a shirt. He smirked down at me. He's a total asshole, but he looks after our team, so I can respect that aspect of our friendship. Plus, whenever he's with me I'm never picked on. 

"Thanks, those people are dicks," Wilbur told him. He nodded. "Yeah, don't let it get to you man. Plus we all know you aren't gay, so you don't need to worry about them," Trevor told me. I nodded and rinsed the shampoo out of my hair while he pulled out his phone and waited for us. 

"Oh god, you want to see an actual homo? Look at this weirdo," he pulled out a video of that one friend group who had an orgy in freshmen year, or so everyone says. I didn't know most of their names, besides Karl, who I'd talked to maybe once or twice through mutual friends, and Quackity, who's been in most of my classes since freshman year. And I think that one kid with glasses is in my pre-cal class. He pointed to the one with blonde and green hair, who was sitting with his back up against the wall and talking to the other boys. "What a bunch of weirdos," Wilbur started while laughing. I agreed quickly. "Yeah, didn't they have some big gay orgy together?" I added. "Bro, you heard about that too?" Wilbur asked. "Dude, everyone heard about it. Imagine being so pathetic the only sex you can get is butt fucking your other greasy friends," Trevor told us. We were all laughing, and a few other guys joined in with the laughter. 

"I heard that one kid...Karl? Is it? Is super chill," Chase, one of the guys who's always benched, said. "Yeah, I cheat of his answers in English," Wilbur added. "Isn't he like totally gay though?" Trevor asked. I shrugged. No one really knows, but he's friends with literally all the girls in our class. 

I couldn't give a shit about them. A lot of the guys I hung around with loved picking on them though. I never understood why, I mean sure, they're fucking weird and the type of people you'd never want to get caught dead talking with, but I'd rather ignore they exist than bully them like that. Plus, I hung with a way better crowd. 

Speaking of, by the time I had gotten pants on, Puffy came marching in. I hated her nickname, she's super strong and pretty, so guys called her buff Cara. Then some dicks decided to call her Puffy because she's a girl, and apparently it's so hilarious to mix pussy with any word and use it to put down girls. She told us to call her Puffy though because she's taking back the nickname and using it as an act of empowerment for the rest of the girls at our school. "If pussy means I'm a woman, THEN I AM A DAMN PUSSY, AND IM PROUD OF IT!" Were her exact words as she stood on the hood of Wilbur's car a few years ago.

"Jesus! Puffy this is the boy's locker room!" Wilbur yelled and grabbed for his towel to cover himself up. "Nothing I haven't seen before!" She yelled back and sat down on the bench in front of my locker. A few guys hollered and whistled, which we all ignored."Hey, George! Niki just finished dance practice, and she's meeting us at the parking lot," I smiled and put my shirt on. "Sick." She's on the rugby team, captain, and the best of the best. Plus, everyone loves her, and she doesn't give a fuck what people think. Niki's on the dance team and the best girl on the team at that. Wilbur encouraged her to try out in our second year, and she totally popped off with this awesome hidden talent that no one knew about. Not even Wilbur knew she could dance, and they're super close. 

Wilbur came running over carrying all his shit while just wearing his boxers. He slipped through his pants concerningly quick and put his shirt on, before realizing he put it on backward and having to take it off and try again. Puffy and I laughed at him, then grabbed our bags and headed out. "Bye Trevor! See you tomorrow," I waved, earning a small ounce of acknowledgment, then hurried to keep up with Puffy and Wilbur.

We were stopped by Philza and three shrimpy-looking kids in the doorway to the locker room. "Damn it, Cara! I've told you a thousand times you aren't allowed in here. I'm the adult, I'm supposed to be making sure you aren't running off to have sex in the locker rooms!" We all cringed, and the three boys seemed to find it just as uncomfortable. "Sorry! I'm doing my part here, it isn't my fault if they can't keep their dicks down!" Puffy told him. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose while laughing softly. 

"Wilbur, George, meet Toby, Tommy, and Ranboo," I shot the tall one a puzzled look. "Is that you're real name?" I asked. "Sure," he replied awkwardly. "Since it's after school, why don't you go and walk around with them while you get to know each other," my jaw dropped. "But Philza! We're going out for juice with our friend, we always do," Wilbur complained. "Okay then...bring them with you for all I care, I just need you to get to know each other!" He gave us the, "I'm more responsible and much older than all of you so whatever I say, goes," look and patted my back before walking into the locker rooms to yell at the other guys to hurry up.

"Great," I muttered. Puffy nudged my side and smiled up at the guys, who were concerningly tall and skinny looking. "Alright! We can make room in the car right? Just don't get pulled over and we'll be fine," she told Wilbur and gestured for the boys to follow her. 

A/N: Yuh:D I don't know what else to call Puffy and Ranboo, so we're going with this!