Being chubby and in high school wasn't exactly the dream though you got by fairly well aside from a few jokes and odd stares from girls in the corridor who thought they were oh so much better then you because they had flat stomachs and perfectly straightened hair with burn damage on their split ends but never the less you survived, you didn't thrive and well that's all just piled on top of being insecure and a hormonal teenager going through the changes of puberty and hierarchy of the new generation world where things aren't so simple anymore with little support and adults no longer finding anything you do worthy of their utmost praise you also had to deal with the school's most popular jock, Ajax the typical rich kid you'd think someone pulled out of a cheesy slopped together with toilet paper and bathroom water film that gets called the film 'so bad, it's good' because he finds absolutely anyway to be near you if it be through teasing you or cornering you in the gender neutral bathrooms he's on your case twenty-four seven he's there, no doubt.

His hands felt rough like sandpaper, a scratch in the back of his throat that he clears easily the swallow of water rushing down his throat, tapping silence of his teammates grass and mud-covered shoes lingering in the unbearable silence, Ajax set his eyes upon you once again as he cornered you in the gym stalls, refusing to back off as his mates came looking for trouble which is how you got here currently..

"c'mere." Ajax mumbles as he softly pulls you closer into his arms, after a tiresome day of training for the team he's grouchier than ever glaring at his puzzled friends as they came here expecting to get a few dirty jokes in, a tease at your expense that'll make the 'kind' cheerleader's laugh a little too loud and for a little too long but instead they've been told to shut up and sit down as ajax kisses your neck softly