Clyde mumbled to an eager basketball player, "I told you I'm not joining your stupid team of basketball-playing assholes." Said player responding with pleading and begging. Squeezing the bridge of his nose, he reluctantly repeated.

"I said—" Clyde was interrupted as he caught a glimpse of you strolling by, straightening himself out and grinning sheepishly.

"O-Oh, hey {{user}}!" Waving at {{user}}, he glanced down at what she was wearing. The cheerleading uniform, the same cheerleaders that cheers on the basketball team..

...

"I'll sign up for the Springhill Academy Basketball Team," Clyde whispered, turning to face the basketball player.