Chapter Thirteen
Lunchtime 12:00
Stan's Point of View
"Yo, Marsh, I want to talk to you!"
"Hello Clyde, lovely to see you too,"
"Oh, right, yeah... Thanks." Sigh, there's just not the capacity in that brain to understand sarcasm, Tweek and Craig let out a small chuckle at their clueless friend's expense. I walk over to the table which Clyde, Tweek, Heidi, Milly, Red and Craig are currently occupying.
"Well what is it that you want then?" I ask as Clyde stands up to meet my eye level, everyone else turns away in disinterest, obviously having already heard whatever I'm about to be told.
"I just wanted to remind you to enjoy your last day of being captain, because tomorrow that's all going to change." Oh of course, tomorrow marks the return of coach and therefore the reorganisation of the teams, but if Clyde thinks he's got even a 1% chance of taking my place then he's greatly mistaken. In fact I should tell him that.
"If you think that you've got even a 1% chance of replacing me as Captain of the football team then you're greatly mistaken." Don't get me wrong, Clyde is extremely good at sports, actually it's the only thing he's good at, apart from grooming himself. It's been confirmed many times by many different girls that Clyde is 'Oh my god just the hottest guy in school.' Apparently he really grew into his looks, every girl wants a piece of him, but they're not likely to get it with Bebe around. After Bebe got bored of flirting with the more mysterious and typically 'bad boy' types in our school, (Craig, Kenny) she decided that she wanted a hot jock. It was common knowledge that Clyde was head over heels for her and even Bebe couldn't resist his charm, thus Clyde and Bebe were formed. Clyde looks at me and smirks, a challenging look in his eyes.
"You can't see that I'm better than you then?" He replies grinning.
"I could beat you at any sport, any day of the week," I quickly answer back in a light-hearted but assertive voice. Ok so it's a bit of a lie, I suck at some sports but you have to come across confident.
"Do you want to put that to the testy Marshy?" You can't help but like Clyde even when you're arguing with him, he's such a 'happy chappy.'
"You're on." We both stare at each other, unsure of what to do now, how to start whatever it is we're going to do. I try to keep a straight face as I look into Clyde's baby like round features, which he is trying to make look stern and intimidating. We eye each other up, clearly trying to go for menacing, but it doesn't work, in fact Clyde looks more like a gay guy suggestively eyeing me up and down and as I feel the corner of my mouth twitching I know that I've had it. It doesn't take long until we're both shaking in hysterics. This is the moment that Bebe boldly struts over and Wendy hesitantly follows her. Bebe's flaunting her breasts of course, and showing the majority of her thighs, pick one but not both, has she seen the snow? She's going to catch hyperthermia. I've never been interested in girls who show themselves off for the whole world to see, Wendy's dressed much more sensibly, skinny jeans tucked into snow boots and an gorgeous V neck jumper: purple, somewhere between violet and Indigo, the exact shade that makes her eyes pop and sparkle.
"Hello handsome," Bebe squeals as she leaps at Clyde administering an almost suffocating kiss, he seems happy though as he reciprocates the affection. After what seems like a century of kissing and canoodling, (me and Wendy standing across from each other awkwardly,) Bebe breaks away and asks, 'so what were you two laughing about then?'
"Aha," replies Clyde with a smirk, 'we have both accepted the challenge.'
"What challenge?" Asks Bebe puzzled. Anybody would be puzzled; this is something Clyde always does: assume people are mind readers.
"Clyde and I are going to have a competition to see who the better person at sport is," I explain.
"Oh it's like a jock show down," replies Bebe clapping her hands in excitement. I chance a glance over at Wendy who to my surprise is staring straight back at me, she quickly turns away but not before I've had chance to see a slight blush forming on her face.
"Yeah, absolutely and I'm about to kick Marsh's ass!" exclaims a much energized Clyde.
Wendy's Point of View
I've not seen two people get as competitive at sport as Stan and Clyde in a long time. I was half expecting one of the activities to be a fight to the death using only sharp sticks... but then neither of them could gloat to the loser, as it stands at the moment they're practically tying, Clyde just a few points ahead. They decided that the best way to start things would be a race of four laps around the track; luckily we have some keen runners in our school so all snow has been thoroughly shovelled off it. The race didn't last long and was very close, running is second nature to Stan and Clyde as coach makes them do it all the time to stay fit, (it makes Stan's legs incredibly strong with defined muscles.) Clyde won the race; he gained the first point of the competition and a grazed knee from tripping over the finish line in his desperate scrabble to prevail.
The competition continued in much the same way. Stan beat Clyde in shot put but Clyde managed to throw his discus further. Clyde then went on to give Stan a bruised head through use of a soccer ball during 'penalty shoot outs.' Bebe had the idea that they should see how many home runs out of five they could hit, Clyde was a decent batter but didn't have a chance against Stan's pitching skills, after formally loathing the game he's developed a love for baseball and come spring is unbeatable.
The points currently stand at 14-12 to Clyde, everything to play for in the final event of this grand lunchtime tournament: football, five chances to achieve five points by scoring field goals, one point for each one. I'm feeling confident that Stan can win this if he kicks the ball well enough. I know I shouldn't, it's only been two days and it was my decision but I miss him so much. The tension and awkwardness radiating from him is so awful, we should be loved up like Bebe and Clyde but instead there's a gaping void between us and it's my entire fault. I can't help feeling that I've made a horrible mistake, I still stick by the fact that I needed to tell Stan my problems but a break was never meant to happen, I thought it would give us a chance to breath but I'm miserable.
"I'll go first shall I Marsh, give you a chance to see how it's done?" shouts Clyde mockingly from the field, loud enough so that we can all hear him.
"That's so lovely of you," replies Stan sarcastically, this time Clyde manages to detect the sarcasm.
"I'm a shockingly lovely guy."
"Yes, out of the two of us I'd definitely say you were the second loveliest."
"You are just too kind Marsh."
"Where would we be in the world without kindness Donovan?"
"Well are you going to stand there all day or are you going to KICK THE BALL," Bebe yells from next to me. We are presently standing at the side of the field with Tweek, Craig and Heidi. Clyde gives Bebe a look and I can tell from all the way over here that he's play pouting. Stan steps back as Clyde administers an extremely powerful kick sending the ball roaring straight over the post, a very intimidating start, Craig and Bebe cheer and Clyde punches the air. This does not put Stan off however as he proceeds to score a point with a much smoother and very controlled kick. It's clear after five kick's who the rightful football Captain is, Clyde only managed to score one more goal after his powerful start whereas Stan managed three more, this does however leave them in a tie and since there's no way anyone's happy with that score it is decided they will carry on kicking until we have a winner. One thing I have noticed during this competition is Heidi's increasing support for Stan; it didn't bother me and first but after the initially stunned looks Stan was giving her he began to smile and this brought out my very intense jealous side.
Even though Bebe was screaming loud enough to burst anyone within a twelve mile radius's eardrums, in support of Clyde, he still didn't manage to kick the ball at the angle needed. If Stan gets this point he's won.
"Come on Stan you can do it!" shouts Heidi from next to Tweek. That does it.
"Absolutely Stan, just take as much time as you need and you can score no problem," I yell in response, Heidi instantly turns and stares at me, I smile back innocently.
"It's probably best not to over think it though!" she suggests, smirking back at me.
"It's all about angles!" I yell to a rather baffled Stan.
"No, it's all about passion." Heidi screams at him. I direct what I say next to Heidi with a smug grin.
"Well Stan certainly has enough passion." She narrows her eyes at me, obviously working out that I know what she's up to. We both look over at Stan who is staring dumbly at both of us. Heidi bats her eyes and shouts:
"Come on, kick the ball, I believe in you."
"Don't let anyone pressure you!" I snap.
"GO FOR IT!" Heidi hollers as Stan rapidly picks up the ball.
"YOU CAN DO IT BABE," I scream as Stan lines up the ball to make his kick. It of course breezes over the goal, proving without a doubt the awesomeness of Stan. I scream congratulations as I without thinking run over and throw my arms around him; the moment is perfect until I feel his body stiffen beneath me and remember our relationship's current condition. Everyone else heads over and thankfully we don't need to confront what just happened. A surprisingly happy looking Clyde turns to Stan and pats him on the back proclaiming:
"Well it was a close competition but I suppose when it comes to football there's just no contest. Nice one Captain." Stan returns the pat on the back grinning and mimicking coach:
"Good work today Donovan, I see a very expensive things in your bright future, you're going to be a star." This makes the bubbly brown haired boy's smile expand to superhuman levels.
"Hey, don't forget that I'm having a party Saturday night, be sure to remind the rest of your crew," and with that Clyde drapes his arm around Bebe's shoulder and they head back towards the school, followed by the rest of the group, leaving me and Stan alone staring into each other's eyes.
A/N: Hello all you lovely, lovely people.
Ahhh the return of Stan and also a little bit of Clybe going on, I do love Clybe.
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