Chad and the Incel

3rd Post: [Experiment] (POLL) Who is the enemy?

Tyrone was at it again. He was going on and on about the other team in their upcoming game being a bunch of pussies, despite knowing that most of the other team's members were twice his size.

Chad ignored him, preferring to smile at Noah, who ignored him. The squeak of sneakers against the unpolished wooden floor filled the sweaty room.

'What's the point of bragging when they're not even here?' Chad finally asked Tyrone while picking up a dodgeball. He frowned when he saw Noah just standing there but gave him a thumbs up when he instinctively caught a ball. Noah glared at him before pushing his fringe over his eyes and hiding behind it.

Tyrone's glare was even more vicious. 'What, you scared? Think the other team can hear us all the way from their shitstain of a school?' He hurled a ball at Becky, who fumbled but ended up catching the ball. She smirked at him before frowning as if she's made a huge mistake.

She was right, in a way. 'You said dodgeball was the moron's sport!' Tyrone yelled. 'You a hypocrite or something?'

Becky looked at the ground. 'Middle school doesn't count,' she murmured. She then raised her voice. 'We all said stupid things then. You once bragged about sleeping with a teacher and there was a needless investigation all because of you.'

The teacher blew her whistle. 'Tyrone, go to the side of the court. Becky, focus on the game.'

Instead of following orders, Tyrone stormed up to Becky. Chad's blood became magma just waiting for him to erupt.

'So now you're talking again? Decided not to be a frigid bitch? It's been a while. Were you afraid that if you talked in homeroom that Shakespeare's jizz'll come out of your mouth?'

Before the teacher could chastise him for using foul language, Chad shoved him to the ground. He leaned down and grabbed him by the collar. Tyrone flailed his arms about in the hopes of landing a punch but each punch had the strength of a baby mouse-deer. Chad's punches, on the other hand, carried the strength of an African elephant whose family was poached. Soon Tyrone's face was covered with blood. Chad gave him one last shove into the ground before standing up and looking at Becky with a hopeful smile. Becky scrunched her nose at him before crossing her arms and looking away.

Noah, on the other hand, stared at him with wide eyes and a mouth that constantly shifted from a grin to a frown and vice-versa.

Chad was sent to the Principal's office where he was given three weeks in detention rather than a suspension or expulsion like one would expect.

'I know how you boys are,' the Principal said. 'Just don't do it again.'

Chad returned to class just as the bell for lunchtime buzzed around the gym. He waved at Becky as she brushed past him, refusing to look at him.

He grabbed her arm but Becky tore her arm away from him.

'What do you want?'

Chad smiled at her. 'So, uh, what did you think?'

Becky closed her eyes and sighed. 'I have no interest in your penis-measuring contest with Tyrone. And besides, you know he's a lot weaker than you. You may as well have beaten up a baby. Not exactly impressive.'

Chad's blood went from magma to ice, rendering the act of movement intensely difficult. All he could do was shiver as Becky continued to glare at him.

'Are we done here?' Becky asked. Chad paused before nodding.

Noah left the gym last, waiting for everyone else to go before him. When he saw Chad he did the same smile-frown-smile thing he was doing before.

'You okay?' Chad asked him.