"You have no talents, Clyde! Face it!"
"Oh yeah?" Clyde asked, ready for a challenge
"Yeah!" Cartman replied cockily "You're gay but don't have gay guy powers!"
"I'm Bisexual, Cartman!" He argues "We've been over this!"
Eric simply crosses his arms over his chest and stares at me with 'sure you are' smeared all over his face. My fists clench to a point where it quickly began to hurt as my blood boiled. I grit my teeth and sneer at him.
"Fine!" I shout, finally fed up with his constant shit "Give me something to do! I bet I can do it way better than you!"
Eric's cocky expression morphs into one of mischief as he uncrossed his arms. He takes a couple steps closer to me, and jabs me in the chest with a single meaty index finger.
"Alright, Clyde." Eric begins "Since you're so interested in proving yourself,"
Eric's eyes move over to the doorway where he just stares. I seriously have half a mind to snap my fingers in his face to gather his attention and ask him what he was thinking. But before I could do that, Eric had focused his attention back on me. Eric points to the door, his eyes unmoving from mine.
"Look at the door, Clyde." He commands
I glance over at the door for a brief moment, watching as different people and groups walked into the open doors. But my attention was once again returned to the fattest kid in school.
"You have to turn the next loser who walks alone through those doors into a walking chick or dick magnet by next Friday!" Eric explains
My lips purse themselves into a thin line as I tell myself that it couldn't be that hard to manage. I let out a small huff at Eric. But still turn to the doorway. However, Eric places a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I open my mouth, about to say something when he Evil grin still prominent on his face, Eric's vomit green eyes glint mischievously as he scans Clyde's green ones for a reaction.
"Better yet, how about an actual wager, gayboy?" Eric suggests
"A wager?" I repeat, raising a curious eyebrow
"Whoever loses has to pre-order Bitch Wars 5 for the winner." He explains
Our crowd of separate friend groups all gasp collectively, in an admitably overdramatic manor. But that alone is enough to make me start mentally weighing out my options. If I did this and won then it would definitely crush Eric. But on the other hand, if I lost, despite it being highly unlikely, in my opinion, I was just way too broke to be able to afford Bitch Wars 5, let alone pre-order the fucking thing. After all he was still paying off the sueance I'd gotten the guys to all conduct when we were in the fourth grade.
'Stupid me.' I mentally cursed myself, whilst temporarily swallowed up in flashbacks of the whole fiasco that had occurred after my mom had died all those years ago.
I turn my head away, gazing at the ground in empty thought with a small 'tch'.
"Clyde!" I suddenly hear
Eric's still shrill voice snaps me out of my daze, and I blink. I lift my head up, focusing on Eric, who was obviously getting impatient with me. But that didn't matter, either way I'd made my decision. My lips curl up into a cruel smirk as I stare down at him.
"Deal." I tell him
Eric fires an evil grin back at me as he steps back a couple feet. I raise a hand up and spit into it, before extending it out to Eric in a challenging manor. Not being one to back down easily, Eric spits into his hand opposite of mine and extends his arm out. We grip each other in a firm handshake, much to the disgust of Stan's girlfriend, Wendy, and his best friend Kyle.
"Sweet." Is all he says
After the exchange is over, I retract my hand, wiping it on my jeans. I turn on my heels and walk over to the railing of the elevated level on the ground floor, gripping it tightly as I stare out at the doors. Eric seemed to have followed me, judging by how he stood beside me in my peripheral.
All watch as my worst nightmare walks in. My heart stops dead in my chest as I watch the schools biggest loser walk through those doors alone. My stare hardens into a seething glare as I watches them remove their glasses to wipe them off on their NASA shirt. After putting them back on, I watch them closely as they make a quick sweep around the room, [eye color] eyes swimming over the different cliques until they settle me. I locks eyes with them for a split second and squint. Fear obviously flashes across their face as they noticeably jump, before turning on their heels and hurrying off to the right corridor like a spooked mouse.
"Dude, you don't look so good." I hear Token tell me softly
"He looks like he's about to strangle someone." Craig mentions nonchalantly
I groan in pure disapproval before glancing over to a snickering Eric. In the heat of the moment, I, now fueled by my frustration, push myself up off the railing I leaned on. Before anybody could seem to register my intentions, I landed a hard punch to the arm of the chubby boy. Eric immediately lets out a small shout of pain, going on to bitch and moan as he lets out a string a curses that would make a sailor blush.
"Shut up fatboy." I tell him shortly
I barely pay attention to how he rubs his now aching arm and turn back to my friends.
"So who did you get?" Craig asks from where he stood in the middle of the hallway, smoking
Tweek, his boyfriend, immediately went on the defensive upon noticing this fact with me. Tweek flails his arms around in a panic, seemingly teleporting around the taller male.
"C-Craig!" He sputters out "Y-You're not -AH- supposed to be s-smoking in -NGH- sk-sk-school!"
"He got [First Name]," The muffled voice of Kenny suddenly cuts in as he signs his words at the speed of light "You know, the dorky kid that practically lives in the library?"
"Tough luck, dude." Token consoles
"Dude! It's so not fair!" I complain, throwing my arms in the air "That's [First Name] [Last Name]. The nerdiest kid in school!"
"Are you backing out of the bet then, gayboy?" Eric suddenly asks teasingly "You gonna cry? Just like when we were kids? Like when your mom died?"
"Not cool, dude." Stan tells Eric
I pivot around and raise my fist to him again, about to start wailing on the little freak before he quickly hid behind Stan. My breathing picks up, prompting a twitching eye and fists balled up and clenched in rage. Eric wanted a challenge, then he was gonna get a challenge. Craig and Token stand to my sides, ready to hold me back in case I decided to snap.
"Fine!" I shout
My voice bounces off the walls and everyone comes to an abrupt stop what they were doing to focus on the two of us. Some even crowd around ready for a fight to break out.
"I'll show you!"
I step back and composes myself, taking a moment to fixing my hair and adjust my jacket. I spin around on my heel and head off in the direction of the library, feeling filled to the brim with DETERMINATION.