Call Me Chad - QuackityHQ

2: Confidence

It was time for gym, so Alex headed towards the changing rooms. As he entered, he spotted the new kid, Obama, or whatever his name was. Damn. Obama was RIPPED. Not as ripped as Dwayne the Rock Johnson, but he was ripped, alright. Must have been going to the gym a lot. But going to the gym wasn't a personality trait, Alex thought to himself. Obama noticed him staring so Alex glanced away quickly. Shit. He had to maintain his Chad composure. I only party with bad bitches, he mumbled under his breath as he changed.

- Obama's POV -
I caught the popular kid staring at me. Was his name Alex? Not gonna lie, he was pretty cute. I don't know why he acts weird around me though. It's my first day here. Have I already made an enemy? Maybe I'm overthinking. I heard a notification from my phone.

Bush! I really missed him, he was my best pal. He was also Michelle's best pal. I wouldn't mind a threesome with him. Oh, shoot. Everyone's leaving to the gym.

Maybe I could make a friend? Everyone looks like they fit in. I could fit in. Hawaii can't be THAT American. Everyone looks so social and outgoing... Well, that's a first. We don't have that in America. Maybe it's because my presidency ended and Trump took over, maybe that's why. No shade or anything but...

Maybe I could talk with the popular kid? He may be a Chad but he could be a sweet guy inside. You never know.

I walked over to him, as he was benching 300 lbs. He got up and flexed his muscles. Wow. I began to question my sexuality.

- Alex's POV -

I don't understand what's fucking wrong with me. I'm perfect, anyone would want me in their life. What do I need to change? Is it because I'm too short? That's bullshit.

I angrily got up from benching and flexed my muscles. I hadn't noticed the new kid coming up behind me.

"Hey kid, could you show me around the school? As you can see, I'm quite unfamiliar with this place. Say, I'll lend you my helicopter," the new kid asked.

What the fuck? Is he serious? Is he fucking with me? Why is he talking like he's in a fucking video game where I have to do a fucking quest? Who even owns a helicopter, who the fuck does he think he is to just walk up on me and interrupt my workout?

"You, uh, alright there?" Obama asked, with a confused look on his face.

"Oh yeah, yeah I'll show you around," Alex said. Who is he? Who is this Obama?

"What's your name again?" Obama asked as he stretched. Alex sat flabbergasted, but snapped back to working out. The fuck? He has the AUDACITY to ask what my name is? Everyone knows me.

"Alex. People call me Quackity. Everyone knows me here, so I'm a bit surprised you don't know me yet, but I'll let it slide cause you're new."

- Third Person POV -

Obama looked shocked for a quick second, surprised at Alex's change in tone. Maybe he wasn't such of a Chad at all.

"Nice to meet you Alex. I'm Obama, from the United States of America. You might have heard about me on the news. I used to be President-" Obama replied.

"Holy shit, bro. Are you actually?" Alex said, getting up from the bench. The bell rang at that instant. "It was a pleasure serving as the president, but now I have loads of free time, you know? A lot less pressure," Obama said, walking to the changing room.

Alex followed behind, still shocked. As they changed in the changing room, Alex couldn't help but notice Obama's toned muscles again.  I am a child of God, Alex repeatedly reminded himself.

Obama realized, and chuckled. "You checking me out? Enjoying the view?" he joked.

Shit. "Fuck no, what, do you want me to? That's fucking weird." Alex said. Who even is this guy? Ruining my Chad image. Alex thought for a moment, putting on his kicks. Should I get his number? He couldn't build up the courage to. He's gonna think I like him, Alex thought.

Something in Alex's brain shouted, "WHERE IS THE CONFIDENCE, KING? WHERE IS THE CONFIDENCE?! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!!!! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!! FUCK!"

So Alex listened. "Give me your fucking number," he said as he walked out the gym with Obama.

"Alright buddy. This is the number to my flip phone," Obama said, pointing to the screen of his phone.

Alex couldn't help but laugh. "A fucking flip phone? What a boomer." Obama didn't look offended, he just laughed and said, "Yep. For security reasons. I guess you could call me a boomer," he chuckled.

"A lot of people would be scared, and I'll name em. You're just lucky, I would've robbed you bro. I could've mugged you here, on university campus. Matter of fact, give me your money." Alex smirked afterwards. He was a king, and he was winning. What a Chad.

Obama blushed. There was something about this kid that made his heart flutter. Was it his confidence? Shoot, he remembered he was a married man. Not for long, Obama. Not for long...