"Boyfrenemies" Vol. 2

thirty eight: end

CRAIG'S POV

*two days later*

"okay ladies, let's prepare ourselves for this next upcoming game against greeley. no whining like sissies or you're gonna be doing bleacher miles until you're seeing stars," coach cummings barked at us in the locker room.

"this was so missed," i whispered jokingly, kenny snickered next to me hearing that comment.

"do i make myself clear?!" he says.

"yes sir," we all answered.

"okay then," he says blowing his whistle, "regular mile for a warm up let's go!"

and so we all jogged our mile, excluding cartman who cried about "having a charlie horse" in his leg and coach cummings saw right through that and made him run bleacher miles.

"i can't believe clyde was acting like a cartoon villain getting his revenge on you guys," stan says as we were all running in our group.

tolkien and i caught them up with all the mishap that happened that weekend.

"yeah it was kind of sad though. like he's an ass, and i should hate him, but i just...can't," i express frustratedly.

"i understand," kyle says, "when a friend literally puts you through hell but you can't help but still feel for them."

"it sucks ass," i say, "it's whatever though, i cut him off regardless. he put tweek through it and that's enough for me to not want to speak with someone."

the group then mocked me making kissing noises at that comment.

"so are you guys like back together?!" butters asked excitedly.

i rubbed the back of my head, "we'll see."

*later that day*

dinner was awkward to say the least, or at least my dad decided to make it awkward.

he clears his throat, "annie's dad told me you rejected her."

i cringed at that statement — because yes it was true but why is annie's dad talking to my dad about it when it doesn't even concern them?!

"so?" i say not even bothering to look up from my dinner plate.

"so?! that's all you have to say for yourself?" his voice raises slightly.

i feel ruby uncomfortably shift next to me as the atmosphere in general was just uncomfortable.

"what more do i have to say?" i say finally looking up.

his face had an annoyed expression and he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, "why do you insist on making things difficult?"

"me? making things difficult? what a funny joke that is," i say crossing my arms.

my mom, who hasn't said a word per usual, looks desperately back and forth between us like she wants this discussion to already be done and over with.

"the only 'joke' is you rejecting suitable girls just to chase after a boy like you're some girl in a chick flick—"

oh he's done it now, it felt like the world slowed down in slow motion.

my mom's eyes widening at that comment in disbelief and ruby's mouth falling open on cue.

and then me, standing up and slamming my fist on the table in pure rage. all i saw was red.

"some girl? dad i'm a fucking man. whether you want to admit it or not — i'm a man and im proud to say that as a man, i like other men! deal with it, cry about it, whine about it. you're bothered by this one factor about me letting it dictate your fixation and fascination with my sexuality! it almost seems....like you're projecting in some ways, and it's fucking sad. im gonna live my life liking men until i'm six feet under and maybe in hell i'll be having a good time as well!"