A short story I wrote during my Short Story Saturday stream I did alongside  RockyTheProcy's Free Sketch Friday stream (6/18/16). This story was won by  Bm0321, and it basically contains the story of how two star-crossed lovers met, in the same vein that all stories like that go, in high school.


.:Rated general:.


Nate & Jace are © their player.


Word Count: 1033

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Sweet & Sour

A chiming on the first bell, signifying the end of recess, and a warning to tell students to prepare for class. Students moved at a snail’s pace, save for one rather large student barrelling their way through the group. Sakura-coloured hair wafting like their namesake flower, his body shifted like an avalanche to his locker so he could get ready for maths. While one of their pear-shaped carriage normally didn’t move so fast usually, maths was a special time for them. Naturally he was the first there, but then this was high school, you can’t really expect students to turn until there were five seconds before the last bell. Taking his seat, the desk cut into the young man’s rotund middle as he tried his best to pay attention as the other students milled in. Of course, this large fellow wasn’t exactly here for the class, but rather, for him.

Sitting two columns to his right was Jace, the nicest guy you could ever meet. His black hair up in spikes, he stared intently at the front of the classroom, all the while unknowing of his secret admirer gazing at him. The young man’s cheeks were a fresh pink colour, and if this were a cartoon there’d be little love hearts floating around his head. (Note: If there ARE hearts floating around your head, consult your doctor, as you will need a special cream for that.) “Nate… NATE!”

“Huh, wuh?” Nate rambled, his attention turning to the front of the class, where the teacher was looking fairly cross.

“So good of you to join us for class Nate” they sardonically remarked, earning a few snickers from other members of the class.

Nate blushed with embarrassment as the rest of the roll was called, although his eyes couldn’t help but sweep back to Jace, who was smiling at him. The poor young man, his face went entirely pink as he swivelled his head back to the class. Nate didn’t even dare stealing one more glance at Jace, just in case he was still looking at him. So instead, the young man chose to doodle in his workbook alongside his notes, although every one of them ended up looking like Jace. Obviously Nate cared more for Jace than his appearance, of course. The guy was pretty confident, and he would always try to answer a problem, even if he didn’t know the answer. You had to admire that sort of ability to believe in yourself, which is why he did. It was admirable, which a bit redundant to say to be honest. But when you’re smitten, you tend to be like that.

Once the bell rang, everyone milled out like zombies, leaving Nate the last to leave. He didn’t want to be near Jace after their accidental eye contact, just in case he tried to talk to him, and it would be super awkward and everything. He just wasn’t ready for that much contact yet. Still, he had five minutes before his next class, so he should be getting there. Leaving the vacant classroom, Nate quickly caught up with the lagging students, who not so subtlety whispered about him. “There goes the fat freak” one cruelly whispered.

“How do you even get a gut and ass that big?” another whispered with disdain.

“He doesn’t even have a chest, how does he even get like that when his thighs are almost as big as his head?”

Nate blushed intensely as he passed them, his mind trying to drown out their comments as he went by, though his memories did the rest. His weight was a problem, but when you’re of a certain… “consistency”, mass isn’t easy to deal with at times. Sufficed to say that water weight IS a thing. Doing his best to look as small as possible (a big ask tbh), he passed more people, all of them taking note of his size quiet verbosely. “Hey fat ass, is that jelly, cuz jam don’t shake like dat” a mocking voice teased. (Is that even a tease?)

It only got worse when a stereotypical jock character grabbed Nate by the gut, just so he could jiggle it about. “Wow, you’re so fat you actually jiggle like a plate of jell-o. How did you even get this fat fat-ass?” he sneered.

“I, I, I, I well, I” Nate stammered nervously, his face completely flushed as the bully kept jiggling his large gut about.

“Seriously, it’s amazing that you choose to wear a watermelon sweater, since you really look like one low-rider” the bully continued.

“At least he’s comfortable enough being a low-rider to not tease other people about their appearances” a voice shot back.

Jace was standing at their side, and he didn’t look too happy about it. “What do you want Jace? This is between me and the fatty” the bully plainly put.

“Yeah, is it Simon? Because shouldn’t you be in class right now? If I remember correctly you were due to fail a class if you kept cutting it, and that probably won’t look good when that would be the last straw for your passing this year, right?” Jace pointed out.

The bully known as Simon was slack jawed for a minute, and in a mad fit he released Nate and ran off at full speed. The rest of the gawkers followed suit, realizing that the bell had rung and they were supposed to be in class. Following suit, Jace and Nate moved at a slower pace. “Thanks” Nate whispered meekly.

“It’s okay Nate, Simon can be a jerk. Really they shouldn’t be picking on you for your weight” Jace remarked with mild disdain.

“It… it’s okay, I’m used to it” Nate sighed despondently.

“A nice guy like you shouldn’t have to be” Jace insisted.

“He thinks I’m nice?” “Thank you Jace, that’s nice of you to say” Nate smiled weakly.

“It’s alright, maybe I’ll see you around more. I’ve been meaning to talk to you a bit, considering you keep staring at me a lot” Jace grinned as he walked into his next class.

Nate stood with a stunned blush on his face, his mind realizing that “He knew?”