Hey Emo Boy

20

Kyle Broflovski

After my talk with Wendy, I was heading to my class. I saw a group of boys huddled up, looking at something at the wall. I was feeling curious, so I walked over. It was the basketball announcement. My eyes scanned the list until I saw my name. "I... made the team?" I asked myself. I didn't think I'd actually make the team, but I made the team!

"Woah! Kyle, you made the team, too? Awesome! We're gonna be teammates!" Tolkien smiled as he walked up to me and slapped me on the back. "Uh, yeah, so cool," I muttered. I didn't think it was very on brand for me to play basketball, but it was something I actually enjoyed. "Hey, Tolkien, do you know when practice starts?" I asked.

He shrugged. "In a week, I think," he told me. I sighed and crossed my arms. I mean, I made the team. Why would I not play? It just felt weird, I wasn't exactly known for playing basketball. But I'm good enough to make the team... maybe I will play this year.

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A week went by, and the first practice of the year started. I wasn't used to it since I hadn't played a sport since middle school, but Tolkien was there to help out. Me and Stan hung out every day. After school and on weekends. Wendy told me that the closer I get to Stan, the easier it'll be to get together with him. It seemed to be working.

"Kyle!" Tolkien said as he ran up to me. "Huh?" I asked, snapping back to reality. "What are you doing? Practice started three minutes ago, come on!" It took me a second to process his words before I nodded and walked out of the locker room. Tolkien passed me a ball, and I started working on dribbling and shooting.

I was thinking about Stan, so I was a little off my game, so much so that I accidentally lost control of the ball, making it bounce and hit Clyde straight in the face. "Oh shit! Dude, I'm sorry!" I said as I ran up to him. He stared at me for a couple of seconds before he burst out crying. Tolkien came over and looked at his face. "You're fine," he said, pushing Clyde away.

Clyde wiped his tears, and I apologized once again before returning to what I was doing before. Coach (a.k.a Chef) called us over to talk about our first game. I bit the inside of my cheek. It would be the first time I'd be in a game in years. Maybe Stan would come.

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After practice, I waited outside the school for Stan. He showed up, and we both walked along the school, talking about random shit. "Hey, Kyle, don't be mad at me... but I wanna hang out with Rebecca today," he told me. I looked at him. "...why?" I asked.

"Because... she's my girlfriend? I hang out with you every day. People are gonna start thinking we're dating," He said with a small chuckle. For some reason, that made me upset. And just a little mad. "What's wrong with that?" I asked, gritting my teeth. He looked at me and shook his head. "Dude... chill out. We're not gay for each other."

I stopped walking. Stan did, too. We just stared at me. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Would it really be that bad if people thought we were gay?" I snapped, my hands balling up into fists. He kinda stumbled back, surprised by my words. "I was just joking," he muttered.

"I can't believe you would choose Rebecca over me.... she's such a... such a..." Things were getting heated, and not in a good way. I could feel the tension between us, and it was not sexual or romantic. "Such a what?" He asked, his eyes narrowing. "A bitch!" I yelled out.

Bad idea. I was instantly met with a punch in the face. "Don't call her a bitch!" He yelled. I guess we were too loud since there were some other students walking closer. Kenny and Rebecca also overheard.

I groaned as I touched my nose. I could feel my anger rising. My blood was starting to boil. I punched back. Stan stumbled back until he hit the wall. "Why not? You yourself told me you didn't even like her!" I yelled, punching him in the side of the head. I saw Rebecca out of the corner of my eye. She seemed worried.

Stan yelped and pushed me away. "Shut up!" He yelled back, slapping me hard. "Enough!" We both turned our heads as we heard a specific voice. "Fighting is not permitted," P.C principal said as he emerged from the crowd. "A month of detention for both of you," he said. Stan huffed and looked over at me. "Nice going, dingbat," he muttered.

I rolled my eyes. "Wow Kahl, I can't believe you fought your boyfriend. Good job," cartman snickered. What was he doing here? I rolled my eyes again and pushed him out of the way as I stormed off. Blood was running from my nose as I walked home, my hands balled up in fists and my head hanging low.

This was not good. At all. I was supposed to get Stan to date me, not to beat the shit out of him. Fuck. I messed up, big time.