Chapter 2
We didn't really do much during the hours of between morning recess and lunchtime. The last person to give a speech was Kara and I don't even remember what she talked about. We had a grammar quiz and I'm sure I aced the damn thing. Then we had more math lessons. Periodically, my classmates tried to gossip multiple times about the fight between Wendy and fatass, but each time Mr. Gibbons quickly stamped it out. Then it was lunchtime.
At a lunch table I met my friends Preston, Irving, and Chris, and once again, they were arguing. I had two slices of combination pizza and a box of apple juice on my lunchtray. "That's bullshit and you know it, Chris!" I could see Irving roll his eyes.
"What's bullshit?" I'm really not sure what this is about.
Irving turned to me. "Didn't you see the fight? Like how Wendy smashed Cartman's face in?"
I could feel Chris' hand on my shoulder. "Dude, just tell Irving that it's bullshit. Boys are supposed to be stronger than girls, right?"
I raised my eyebrow at both of them. And then laughed. "Haha what? That's what you two have been arguing about? Y'all are fuckin' nerds."
"Well?" Irving said.
I shrugged. "The fuck do you want me to say? I don't give a shit about this topic. Y'all are being nerds right now, stop this shit." Chris started laughing for whatever reason. I wasn't sure if he was laughing with me or at me. "What are you laughing at?" I addressed to Chris.
"You guys are intolerant." Irving rolled his eyes again.
"I mean, most guys do end up stronger than girls," Preston reasoned, his voice soft and submissive, "it's not sexist, it's just the way it is...I...guess..." Irving groaned again and his eyes wandered the cafeteria while Chris chuckled.
"Men on average have more muscle mass," Chris scoffed.
"And what makes you say that?" Irving retorted.
Sometimes, I wish that Irving didn't talk as much. "That's because unlike you, we three actually pay attention to science lessons and study for our tests." Sorry, but I just had to drop the truth there.
"Oh yeah, brag about yourself huh?" Irving said. "I mean, I do save your ass as a healer in WoW. Yeah, I remember how Chris tried to Vanish without his cloak up while spreist dots were on him."
"We're going back to WoW again?" I took a bite out of my pizza. "Jesus, you guys are fuckin' nerds. Might as well call you 'Butters', Irving. Would you like that?"
"Don't compare me to that dipshit retard," Irving grumbled. "Just because I look kinda like him doesn't mean you can compare me to him."
"Whatever you say, Butters, whatever you say." I laughed a little.
Then during lunch recess, I went over to use the restrooms. Afterward, I went outside to join up with my friends. Irving twirled a soccer ball, balancing the ball on his right index finger. "Finally, Tyler, what took you so long?" Irving was in a jovial, joking mood, as per usual.
"Oh, you know, taking the nicest dump of my life," I replied, making sure my tone had as much sharp sarcasm as possible.
Chris looked away. "Ugh, dude. T.M.I."
"You like it, Chris," I rebutted.
But then Preston's voice captured my attention. "Guys. Look." He pointed outward. I followed his right index finger towards the direction he pointed.
Kathy Freeman, Melissa Daniels, Hannah Hilton, and my girlfriend Ellen were standing, facing off against Red Tucker, Bebe Stevens, Lola Evans, Sally Turner, Heidi Turner, Esther Stoley, Annie Nelson, and Millie Nelson. Notably, Wendy was absent, probably because she got in trouble for eviscerating the fat fuck earlier today. Then that's when I saw it - Bebe made her first move, pushing Ellen to the ground, landing on her back on the snow. Regardless of how much that might have hurt, I could see her cry.
"Hey, fuck you!" Melissa, the brown-haired girl, made for a beeline towards Bebe, but Red jammed her left forearm into Melissa's throat, sending her tumbling onto the ground, rolling backwards, and landing on all fours, as she began to cough violently, struggling to breathe from the neck shot.
They were all laughing. Watching this, blood shot straight to my forehead. I could not believe the same kids would pick on my girlfriend, especially when I'm not around to protect him.
"Who's next?!" Bebe called out. Hannah and Kathy glanced at each other then simply shook their heads.
At that point, my heart is burning and I'm filled with rage. I can't believe those cunts would have the nerve to jump those girls like that then gloat on and on about it. They do it all the time and I'm sick of it. I proceed to come forward to this but a hand grabbed my right shoulder. "Tyler, comeon, don't do this again."
"Preston, let me go!" I couldn't believe I was hearing that out of Preston as I pushed his arm away from me.
"Tyler, don't be stupid, we'll get in trouble again," Preston said softly in a worried tone.
But Irving countered Preston's point. "Kick their ass, Tyler. Show those sluts what you're made of!"
Chris glared at Irving. "That's not helpful, Irving." But I didn't care what my friends thought at this point. Those girls...they gotta go.
As I walked toward the group, I could clearly hear Ellen shout, "Oh shut up and kill yourself you stupid cunt!" Big mistake. I stopped midway to the group. I cringed and looked around as the playground began to grow silent. Everyone gave Ellen deathly stares and I immediately knew why. Ever since the PC craze happened, and PC Principal (or PC Counselor now) started working at this school, things just haven't been the same. The popular kids especially bought into the whole ordeal. As for right now? Ellen usually is calm and composed, sweet and subtle, but at this point, I think she's starting to snap, and I gotta defend her - fast.
"Did you seriously use the C word?" Lola clenched her fists and cracked her knuckles. "How dare you, who do you think you are?"
"You're a bigoted jerk, you know that?" Millie? Calling Ellen a bigoted jerk? Oh, the irony.
But it didn't matter now. Seeing how Ellen and Melissa were down, and that they had their eyes on Hannah and Kathy, who now seemed to be unsure of themselves, now was the time for me to spring into action, and in I went. Running forth, I immediately uppercutted Bebe in her jaw with the force of my right arm, and I could feel it tear a little. Interestingly, I noticed my right fist glowing with yellow light...quite the oddity indeed. I've never had that happen before. No matter, I had to focus on the immediate situation at hand. "Fuck you!"
Now, usually, it's not right for boys to punch girls like I just did just now. However, this is them picking on my girlfriend and her friends we're talking about, and I'm not down with this. Not now, not later, not ever.
But I could feel myself be pulled back. It seemed that Red pull be backwards, but before she could do anything, Hannah went in and shoulder-bashed Red with her left shoulder, it contacting Red's left cheek, knocking her down. Kathy grabbed Heidi's collar and pulled her to the ground. Chris, Irving, and Preston pulled back Lola, Sally, and Esther respectively to prevent them from jumping in. But then PC Counselor's voice rang out. "YOU KIDS IN MY OFFICE! NOW!"
Shit.
PC Counselor's office was fairly small, so it was crowded at first. But after determining who to be let go free, eventually, it was just Ellen and me. PC Counselor seemed to be far less sympathetic about Ellen's...condition. He gave a death glare at Ellen, and no one else. Bebe was the last to depart, and I saw her shoulder-check Ellen, bumping her left shoulder into Ellen's chest. I growled at Bebe, but I couldn't do anything. "Sit down you two!" As Ellen clenched her own ribs, she and I both pulled up an empty chair and faced PC Counselor dead on. I briefly glanced over to Ellen. I could see the fear in her brown eyes, worried that PC Counselor is going to go on a complete freakout on us. Sitting to her right, I squeezed her right hand with my left hand, as if silently telling her that she'll be okay. "Mr. Hoffman and Miss Joseph...wait, I identified both your genders correctly, right?"
"Yes..." Ellen let out a sigh. "Yes you did."
"Right, well I shouldn't have assumed your genders anyhow, apologies." I groaned. Just hurry up and get on with it, dumbass. "Anyways, I can't believe you both called Bebe Stevens a 'cunt'! What makes you think it's okay to use such a sexually derogatory insult? Do you have any idea how toxic you both made our environment?"
"What?!" I was shocked. "I didn't call them anything!" Why am I being the one thrown under the bus here?
"Tyler wasn't the one who used that word, I was!" Ellen immediately confessed. The word 'cunt' had become so taboo at our school ever since PC happened. "But all those girls ever do is push me around! In fact, they pushed me to the ground today! If my boyfriend didn't do something to those cunts-"
"Using a sexist insult and microaggression as an insult is never ok?! There is no excuse for the use of a word that dehumanizes and demeans your own gender identity!" PC Counselor then turned to me as he took off his sunglasses and planted them on his desk. "And Tyler, if you defend someone who makes microaggressions against their own gender, you yourself are just as bad!"
I've seriously had it with Mr. Mackey. He is such an incompetent counselor. "If I didn't step in, Ellen could be seriously hurt!"
"Don't you change the topic on me young man!" PC Counselor stood up and slammed the desk with his fists, and I could see Ellen flinch from the corner of my left eye. "My job is to keep this campus safe and tolerant from toxic people like you! I also cannot believe you told Miss Stevens to kill herself! Suicide isn't a joke, okay?!"
"Oh, I wasn't joking..." Ellen muttered softly.
That ticked off PC Counselor quite a bit, as he leaned forward, his eyes staring with fire into Ellen. "What did you say?!"
Before either could say anything else, I wanted to say my piece for two reasons: so that Ellen doesn't dig herself deeper into the ground, and to tell PC Counselor what I really think of him, that fucktard. "You're a fucking garbage counselor, you know that?! You're a total dipshit!" Hey, technically, calling someone a garbage person and dipshit isn't techincally a microaggression...right? I mean, that's what PC Counselor is so concerned with...right?
"Enough!" PC Counselor backed up, standing up straight. "Miss Joseph, detention for you today!" I was about to say something, but PC Counselor interrupted me quickly. "Shut your mouth or you're getting the same punishment!"
He then actually grabbed us both by our collar (forcing me to let go of Ellen's hand), lifted us up, opened the door, and tossed us out. We got up easily, but not before he slammed the door. Ellen sniffled and I squeezed her left hand again. "It's not fair I have to be punished. I don't want to go to detention today."
"H-hey, don't cry." I decided to then hug Ellen as she continued to sniffle. "Chin up. I'll find some way to get you outta detention early."
I drew away from the hug but held Ellen's shoulders as she said, "You mean that?"
I nodded with confidence. "I will make good on that promise." I felt bad, she didn't deserve her punishment for being a victim, these counselors are retarded. Either they're fundamentally backwards, extremely biased, or (most likely) both, and I'm more inclined to think this because the popular kids rarely get into trouble, except for Eric Cartman, but he's only with the popular kids because Stan Marsh, Kyle Broflovski, and Kenny McCormick feel bad for him.
While holding Ellen in my left arm, I looked to my right and, sure enough, there was Eric Cartman and Wendy Testaburger sitting two different benches across from each other, not in class because of that nasty fight earlier today. Eric said no words. Wendy had some bruises on her cheeks and was holding a bag of ice on her forehead. Cartman looked far worse, both eyes blackened, nose and lips slightly bleeding, brown hair ruffled, as if he was mangled. I looked over at Wendy. "How was the principal, slut?" Yeah, I have the privilege of calling my cousin whatever I want, she is my cousin after all.
"Oh, you know, you douchebag." Wendy being sassy today, I like that. "Principal Victoria let me get away with it."
I'm rather surprised hearing that, as I could feel my eyes blink several times. "You got off completely free? Damn."
"Yeah, ask the fatass over there." Wendy pointed over at Cartman.
But I don't need to ask, I see no reason for Wendy to lie about this. "If it were me, I would have preferred you and Butters to both beat the shit outta each other, ya fat fuck," I addressed to Cartman. I turned to Wendy. "Catch ya later."
Ellen and I silently walked back to class. Mr. Gibbons paid no mind to me entering the classroom, he was going on about the discussion of reflections in mirrors. However, I've been hearing whispers and rumors of a new kid who's supposed to move into town today. Whatever, I could care less, the one thing on my mind is making sure Ellen gets out of detention early, but I haven't figured out how yet. When school was released at 2:30 pm, we filed out.
"Yeah, Ellen's in detention." The words left my mouth angrily as I harshly and loudly slammed my locker door shut.
Chris and Irving exchanged looks while Preston shrugged. "You...alright?"
"I'm fine, Preston," I replied quickly and harshly.
Irving folded his arms. "Well that's not fair!"
"I know right?!" I slammed my locker with my right fist. "PC Counselor can go fuck himself! Both him and Mackey can go fuck themselves!"
"How do you plan to go about this?" Chris asked.
I shook my head. "I'll find my way. I'll catch you guys later."
I was walking to my house, my phone in my hand as I was just surfing the internet. However, after half and hour I looked around. My house wasn't in sight. Huh, where was I? I then got the sudden realization that I passed my house because I wasn't paying any attention to where I was walking. Shit. Now probably another twenty minutes of walking for me. I groaned.
I looked down at my hands, and they glowed with orbs of holy light. This is the second time this has happened to me today, and this wasn't right. My hands should not be glowing like this. "The fuck's going on?" I muttered to myself. "Why am I like this?"
Then I heard a voice behind me. "Jesus Christ, just get out there and make friends like a normal kid!"
I spun around. There was a pink-haired boy who just had the door slammed shut in his face. He wore a green jacket and brown pants and looked to be about my age. Near him was a sign that said that the red house that the door was slammed on the kid was sold, so I'm assuming he moved in recently. I wonder why his hair is dyed like that. Pink. Pretty weird color for a guy. I wonder if he's gay. "Hello there." The pink-haired kid smiled widely and waved at me.
My eyes were opened wide. Didn't think he'd say hi to me. He didn't look very threatening at all. Just very weird, like an anime prince to be honest. "What's with the hairdo?"
"Oh, this?" The pink-haired kid ran his fingers through his own hair. "I just like it. Don't mean I'm gay."
I folded my arms. "Whatever. So what are you doing here? New in town?"
"Actually yeah, I just moved in today, my dad really wants me to make lots of friends and to be super popular." As the kid replied, I rolled my eyes. For some reason, every new kid wants to be with the popular kids. And, as per usual, they come to find out the popular kids aren't what they say they are, then the new kids get all cynical. "So...wanna be friends, I guess?"
I blinked. This was unexpected. The kid is being a bit too friendly, preppy and all, but I'll play along for now. "Sure," I nodded, "um..."
"Name's Ray," the pink-haired kid finished for me. "I moved here from Nebraska."
"Tyler," I replied. "So this is it, I guess."
"I was here since this morning," Ray started, "but for a Wednesday, this place is like a ghost town."
"We just got out of school," I explained.
"Ah. Shall we head down the street? Find some more kids to play with?"
I shrugged. "Sure. Why not?"
Nevertheless, I didn't realize what I would eventually get myself into.
For those that don't know, this is the starting point of the acutal game. Like I said previously however, this story won't follow the exact storyline of the Stick of Truth game. Also, in case you're wondering about the Stendy shipping that is advertised in the description of this story, that will come way later.
