Chad looked up the term 'trap' and, amongst the discussion on how hot these anime characters were, he found some YouTube videos on why the word was offensive.
He messaged Noah on his phone, using terms he wasn't used to using and concepts he wasn't used to tackling.
So is this 'trap' thing just for crossdressing guys? Apparently people call transgenders or whatever that word. The transgenders don't seem to like it or something like that. Do you know about this?
Noah didn't reply, focusing on writing more posts and comments on the forum. Chad read through each post as well as some by other users and sent Noah the occasional phone message, causing Noah's eyebrows to twitch in anger.
A lot of people are posting stuff on that forum about killing themselves. They keep mentioning 'suicide fuel'. You okay?
Woah, someone just posted about wanting a handy from his mom. The fuck? You're not like that, right?
Why are girl incels banned? I feel like if a dude incel and a chick incel met they could be together and stop being incels.
Hey, why didn't you tell me I'm annoying? And I'm not a liar about being a virgin before we did it. I swear to God.
Noah sent Chad one message before exiting the forum.
If you don't leave me the fuck alone I'm changing my username and never talking to you ever again.
At school over the next few days, Noah ignored the talkative Chad.
In the morning Chad said, 'So, I watched an episode of one of those anime and it was pretty good. It was Cowboy somethingarather. Some website recommended it. I was surprised that there was a black chick in it. I thought anime characters were all white or something. Have you seen this show?'
While lining up in the cafeteria, Chad admitted, 'I'm a little confused about this blackpill-redpill-bluepill thing. What's the difference?'
As they walked to their lockers, Chad whispered, 'Who runs that forum? It seems like chaos in there. People say all sorts of crazy stuff. I mean, feminists can be annoying and shit but I don't think they're running some kind of conspiracy to prevent you from getting girls.'
As they reached Noah's locker, Chad added, 'And some guy said that it's over for guys with glasses because of genetics or whatever.' He looked around to see if anyone was watching. 'He's gotta be joking! Glasses on guys?' He hooked his finger into the collar of his own shirt, pulled the collar like he was in the middle of a heatwave and whistled as he tossed his head back.
Noah had to scowl at him for that, taking off his glasses for a moment just to spite him.
When the two were alone before homeroom one day, Chad kept trying to grab Noah's hand but Noah kept pulling it away.
'What's wrong?' Chad asked. 'No one's around. And we've done more than hold hands.'
Noah bit his lip and looked away. 'I thought we weren't going to talk about that.'
'Sorry. But I don't know if I really want to forget it. I've been thinking a lot about it, actually, how you expected it to be this perfect thing. Did someone on that forum say it's supposed to be like that? I don't know how they would be experts on that since they're incels. But, I mean, it was still fun, right? You said it was okay and that's better than bad.'
'Has anyone told you that you talk too much?'
Chad laughed. 'Not really. It's just... I find it easy talking to you. Every time we talk I learn something new and it's kind of exciting, learning about this incel thing. It's like I've discovered this hidden underground village or something. I don't know what it is about you.'
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Chad and the Incel
RomanceChad is, well, a Chad, or at least he looks like one. He's got his sights set on the cool nerd Becky and enlists the help of her shy incel ex-friend Noah, offering to help him get the gorgeous girl (Stacy) he desperately wants. Noah is reluctant to...
