"Boyfrenemies" Vol. 2

seven

TWEEK'S POV

the sounds of people shouting their school names, bands playing their school anthems, and whistles of referees and coaches all ringing at once in my ear could possibly make me go deaf i think.

but that's high school football for you....and also reminding me of why i never go to these.

craig understands, all these sounds and people give me anxiety and it's not like i have anyone to ease my stress because: both craig and token are on the field, and red and nichole are by the stands with their cheerleader outfits on pumping up the crowd.

and here i am alone, high up in the stands away from everyone, drinking my coffee.

i nearly spill it as another whistle blows and the teams retreat to their coaches i guess for time out.

i take a look at the score:

NORTH PARK: 7
SOUTH PARK: 7

"o-oh brother, it's already n-neck and neck," i mumble to myself.

this game is essentially a huge deal though, which is why i dragged myself to it — it's our homecoming game!

we play north park at every single one, and every single one we have won.

but north park got a new coach and a new lineup, so this game isn't going to be a breeze at all. they have to be on their best a-game.

craig's been stressing out about this, he's the kicker so he has a very important role which is to always get that extra point. and he's amazing at it, i have told him over and over that he has nothing to worry about. but he'll just shrug it off saying he can't slack off.

i know he is also feeling that extra weight because this is his first year back playing and he doesn't want to not only disappoint himself, but his parents who still nag him on and on about how being back in football will "help him become a better man" essentially, which is bullshit.

i look over diagonally at his parents who are sitting down in the front next to token's parents, both cheering on their sons.

i sigh, i haven't spoken to his parents in a very long time and they practically act like i don't exist whenever we are in the same proximity. i have tried so hard and they won't budge.

they resent me, they see me as the "person who turned their son gay" and it truly hurts.

i always think about how it will be if craig and i got married, i would have in-laws who...aren't like in-laws.

i sigh again staring down at my coffee, some fun game this is. worrying about how much people hate you.

i look up and lock eyes with nichole and red who wave at me and i weakly wave back.

nichole knows i am not having fun and gestures at her mouth making it smile, indicating that i need to do the same.

and i do, i smile. she then gives me a thumbs up and turns back around to watch the players as they return on the field.

it's second quarter and it's truly intense, i'm even on the edge of my seat watching. and i'm not even a football fan.

i'm too engaged with the game that i don't even notice someone has come close to me when they ask, "this seat taken?"

"no," i say not even looking, "G-GAH! C'MON THAT T-TOTALLY NEEDED TO BE C-CALLED!" i complain, the referee was obviously favoring north park.

"okay thanks," that voice says, oddly familiar, "i didn't peg you for a football person, blondie."

i then look to my right a little caught off guard, my eyes widen in realization.