Chad and the Incel

1st Post: [SuicideFuel] Talking to a Chad

Chad Beaufort wiped his forehead with his towel, which he held over his back like a tarpaulin. He kept in one corner as he changed. He didn't need to, per se. For an eighteen-year-old, he was fairly muscular and lacked much excess body fat, plus he had the benefit of being one of the tallest students on the team. However, he didn't want to face his teammates, and he certainly didn't want to have to see them changing.

He gasped and felt tempted to nurse his back when a hand smacked it. He grit his teeth. He could already tell who owned that hand.

'Hey, my man. You wanna go and get some Mickey D's?'

He was right.

He turned his head. Tyrone Cooper. A short, scrawny black kid with a big mouth and an urge to insult every person he came across.

'Or are you too busy chugging salads in fear of getting fat?' He looked up and down Chad's body despite most of it being covered by a towel. 'Good decision,' he said. Case in point.

Tyrone reached up and wrapped his arm around Chad's neck, pulling the poor sonofabitch to his level. 'But surely you won't sacrifice a friend for that, right? Come on, have some fun.'

Ah, yes. 'Friend'. Chad and Tyrone? Totally friends. Chad definitely enjoyed spending time with him and certainly never wanted to punch his teeth out.

'I'm busy,' Chad murmured.

Tyrone let go of him and crossed his arms. 'Fine. Enjoy your fucking salad.' He left with a huff. Chad sighed in relief.

He finished changing and headed out the door. He looked at his watch and sped up his walking. She was probably gone by now.

His heartbeat became as intense and full of hype as an overture when he saw Becky White pass him in the halls. At least she hadn't left yet. Her dark chocolate hair was pulled back tight into a high ponytail, making her soft facial features all the more visible. The icy blueness of her eyes made her stand out. Her slim arms, covered by a merino wool sweater, were somehow carrying several books without her face showing any signs of struggle from their weight. Her mouth was closed so her braces didn't show, but somehow those braces were charming to Chad. Or maybe he just liked seeing her smile.

For a moment she did, but then she hid her face behind her books. Chad's face started to heat up but then he looked behind him and saw a girl he sort of knew.

Stacy Wells was a tall girl with a fake tan and a large chest, wearing short shorts, just long enough to avoid being chastised by teachers, and a tight top. When she saw Becky, she pushed a strand of her wavy bottle-blonde hair behind her ear and gave her a little grin. She stared at her with warm brown eyes.

Covertly following her was a short boy with greasy and messy short black hair, which had bangs long enough to almost cover his eyes, a shirt with some anime girl on it and a pair of glasses Chad expected a grandfather to wear. Noah D'Arc. He had his hands in his pockets and was looking away from Stacy but inched closer to her. Chad caught him taking a whiff of Stacy's fruity perfume.

Stacy held her hand up to wave at her. Becky noticed Noah's presence and scowled at him. He scowled back. She whipped her head away from him, causing Chad to savour the sight of her ponytail bouncing, and continued walking.

Stacy frowned and dropped her fingers, her hand still hanging in the air. Noah looked down at the floor and shuffled away.

The next day, Chad found himself staring at Noah in class, trying to come up with a possible reason why Becky glared at him. His thoughts quickly got distracted from this puzzle when Becky's face entered his mind. Chad grinned as he wondered what she'd wear on a date. Would she still wear her usual simple attire or would she dress up? He had a feeling she'd look cute in a sundress with her hair down. Then again, ponytails were kind of hot-