𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 - 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

❦ various x reader - charity case ❦

(i drew jimmy there bc the artist didn't put him in the pic but its all good I gotchu artist)

"Boys, gather up, I have an announcement to make." Randy said woefully, taking off his hat and holding it with both hands. He looked at each boy individually and it made the ache inside him worse; every gaze was a reminder at how well each one of them played, and all the memories they shared throughout the four years. He wiped a tear that slid down his pale cheek.

"What happened, Dad?" Stan, Randy's son said with concern. His dad looked apprehensive, which gave the others anxiety. Randy, the outgoing and persistent coach that everyone had a love-hate relationship with, was sad. It was rare to see that, and the last time they remembered when Randy had been this upset was when he had alcohol problems. That was odd too but they didn't hear about anything opposing — well, something opposing that affected Randy.

"Boys, I'm afraid to say that the school is getting rid of football as a sport. P.C Principal decided to cut fundings and decided to just cut football off altogether. He said unless we find a way to fund it ourselves, there won't be a football team." Randy put a hand to his head and frowned. The boys in the locker room erupted with arguments and anger. "Apparently, football isn't 'politically correct', or at least we aren't." Randy face palmed, shaking his head.

"How?!"

"I don't know. He kind of threatened me not to ask that, so I didn't. But don't worry, well kinda, but the other coaches talked to their teams and I ask them if they could see if anyone had any ideas and they all agreed. Without football, this school is absolute and pure utter shit. We already know that the volley team that consists of only females just sucks. The hockey team as well, along with soccer. Baseball is practically nonexistent." Randy trailed off, looking off to the side. His eyes turned once more, "Cheer! Yes, cheer is the second best! Although it's only females, they can still help." The boys all started mumbling to themselves.

"But the entire cheer team hates us because of Kenny," Kyle, one of the brightest students in the school hissed. He usually had remarkable ideas and was creative but he was much of a — well, baby. Or basically, a sore loser.

"Doesn't the entire school hate Kenny as a whole?" Cartman, Kyle's frenemy, snickered, holding onto his large stomach. He wore a deep colored red t-shirt and white shorts, which did not suit him. In his little main group of five, he was most closest to Kenny.

"You don't even count as one whole," Craig said disgustedly as he put on his white shirt then his navy blue jacket on top of it. The other boys howled with laughter at Craig's unintended joke. Craig didn't smile, his face just stayed in that nonchalant expression.

Randy rolled his eyes and turned back to look at Kyle. "And why exactly do they hate Kenny?" then Randy turned to look at Kenny who hadn't really been that interested in the conversation. Kenny had been smirking as he stared into the magazine that had 'Playboy' written in big bold, red letters. He bit his bottom lip with excitement as he turned the magazine to the side. Butters, the weird and innocent blond next to him took a peak of the magazine and his eyes widened with sheer horror.

"Why does she have piercings on her ni-" Randy coughed loudly as he looked at the two boys with mixed emotions. Part of him knew exactly why the cheer team hated him. Kenny was best friends with his son so he came over often and would always talk about girls, women, or even porn stars. Really, he knew the exact reason.

"Kenny constantly crawls into those nasty mice-ridden vents to take pictures of the girls and probably jerk off." Clyde, the quarterback of the school's football team said as he put on his iconic red letterman jacket. He ruffled his own hair without looking into a mirror.