This choice: Rebecca and Kate want to celebrate joining a club... And invite Chris to do so?! • Go Back... Taking the situation much better than you expected her to, Chris actually let a small smile crease her lips and decided to give your lot her phone number (strictly for club-related activities and concerns and strictly to be kept away from you, she delegated that very clearly). It wasn't long after that Rebbecca got the wild idea in her head that you all should hold some sort of celebration, Chris included. And when Rebbecca got a wild idea in her head, there was no doubt that you would hear about it all day...
"Wouldn't it just be easier to call tonight 'Game Night' instead?" you ask with a hint of despair in your voice. You reach into your backpack and put a few of your non-essential books into your locker before slamming it shut, "Honestly, is joining a club really that big of a deal?"
"Of course it is!" Rebbecca exclaims, sternly shutting her own locker for emphasis, "We haven't been in a club together since kindergarten CJ, I think this is a big deal!" she places her hands on those jiggly, tree trunk hips of hers. "I-I don't know, but inviting Chris just doesn't seem-" she cuts you off with an exasperated sigh and a light grumble, "CJ, are you really afraid of a girl? Really?"
In truth, there was no right answer to that question.
You smile bashfully and turn your head down the hall to avert Becca's piercing gaze. "L-Look, I mean, Chris and I just don't really get along and... well, you know..." But that answer wouldn't satisfy your stubborn friend, she just moved her hands from her hips and sauntered closer to you, "No I don't CJ, but can't you just put it behind you?" Her breathing is heavy, her face a little more flushed than usual. The heat of the moment is getting to her. She looks down to her side and slowly her big green eyes travel back to yours, like a child who had just broken her mother's vase. "Please?"
You can't help it, a smile escapes you and lets the letters o and k slip out. You chubby childhood friend smiles, "I knew that face would work with you." as she giggles, her cheeks grow increasingly red, "It's the puppy dog eyes, I know you can't resist them!" Not really miffed by being conned into letting your nemisis into your house, you just lightly punch her in the arm and say "Shut up" in a friendly tone.
"You just hit a girl!" she hollers, "I oughta sick the fanclub on you!"
You both let out a bemused laugh before Rebecca stumbles off in an excited hurry, "I'm gonna swing by my place and get changed!"
"Swell..." you roll your eyes as she waddles off as fast as her chubby legs can take her. You can't help but notice how big she was getting, even from a distance you could see those big blubbery calves of hers struggling to fit into her socks. From underneath her skirt (not that you were some kind of pervert or anything) didn't do her hamhock buttcheeks any dignity, with every step those meaty cushions of hers would lift the garment up and reveal a new pair of panties every day (this time decorated with four-leaf clovers, if you had to guess)
For some reason...
"Nah, I better text Kate." you say aloud, shaking those thoughts from your head, "Better make sure she knows what the plan is...
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You look over the place, your cleaning job isn't half bad all things considered. Hardwood floors mopped, counters cleaned off, Xbox set up on the coffee table, a few bags of chips and a tub or two of dip. Kate was the first to arrive, always one to keep her appointments, and had settled herself on the couch. Your meek friend quietly helped herself to some chips as she read, the TV blaring in front of her to keep something going in the background.
As Rebecca insisted, uniforms weren't allowed on Game Night (or whatever this abomination was going to be called in the book you would surely write one day) and everyone had changed into some casual wear. Kate was no exception, having ditched the blazer and short skirt for a simple t-shirt and sweats. While never fashionable, it was pretty hard for her to find clothes that looked good and fit her heavy body, so no one (except for maybe Claire) gave her a hard time.
You too had changed. Deciding to wear a plain white t-shirt, some jeans, and an unbuttoned bowling shirt. Much to your dismay, the shirt was too small to be buttoned up comfortably. And rather than look like a stuffed sausage, you decided to leave it unbuttoned. But then your chubby belly peeked over the waistband. Either way, at least this way was comfortable, you weren't trying to impress anybody.
Then the doorbell rang, undoubtedly Rebecca with your new captain...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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