35 School { 5 }

"I'm full!" I complained.

"That little?" he asked.

"I am not fat like you, fatty." I said, grinning, "I bet you weigh a ton."

"Hey! Take back what you say."

"Never!" I exclaimed, getting up and ran away from him without looking back.

Soon, the next thing I knew, I was lost and I left my IPad on the rooftop.

"Shoot. I'm gonna be stuck here for millions of years." I whispered.

I punched myself mentally. I continued to walk.

"Hello? Anybody?" I asked.

"I'm lost. I don't want to be stuck here for the rest of my life. You know I have a life out there." I said out loud.

"Hello? Anyone?" I asked again.

"Oh great, I'm stuck here - Ahhhh - "

"Haha, gotcha." Ryan said, holding me to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"Putting you to the ground." he said smirking.

He sat on top of me and all of my air in my lungs when out.

"Ahh - " I whispered from the lack of air, "I'm squished!"

"I will get off if you take back what you said about me."

"Get off - off of me, I will never take back what I said." I whispered, trying hard to breath in, but can't,

"Wha - What I said is what I said. And a fact is a fact, be - because you are a big - big fatty. Look at you - you're bigger than an elephant and - and you're heavier than a - a whale!"

He laughed and that puts more weight on me.

"You - you fat fatty, oh my god, I don't know people this heav - heavy exist." I whispered, laughing at myself.

Ryan laughed harder.

"And I - I think my ribs are about to break from your - your heavy weight." I huffed.

He laughed even more harder.

"So - so can you get off of me? And is - is this how you treat me? Treat me - me special and than sit on me like - like a chair? Do you see that I'm not - not your chair?" I asked.

He laughed and I put my head on the cool floor and try to breath. "Is this how pregnant women feel like when they have - have a baby?" I asked, laughing at myself.

"In, out, in, out, in, out." I whispered.

Ryan continued to laugh and I waited for him to stop.

"All you have to do is to take back what you said." he said.

My head started to feel light.

"O - Ok, ok, I got it. I - I'll take back what I said about your weight." I breathed,

"I can't take it. But - but you're fat on the inside." I laughed at myself.

He got off of me and chuckled. I breathed in a lungful of air and felt like a mountain had been left off of my back.

"Ahhh, I thought I was about to die." I said, rolling over, so my stomach feels better.

I looked at the grinning Ryan.

"What the hell is your problem?! You know you're fat and you have to admit it yourself. You fat fatty." I said, smiling at myself.

"Fine you want me to sit on your stomach this time?"

"No, nononono." I said, lifting my arms, surrendering.

"But still fat."

"It's not fat, those are called muscles. " he said, lifting up his shirt and I blushed, looking at his perfectly sculpted abs.

He pulled his shirt down and smirked.

"So what were you say again?" he said, smirking more.

My cheeks heated up and I slowly got up from the floor. I swear my stomach and lower back was still squished.

"Where're you going?"

"Getting my IPad."

"Here." he said, holding out my IPad.

Lifesaver! I thought.

"Where are we heading next?" I asked, taking the IPad.

"Where do you want to go?" he asked.

"I don't know, which is your favourite place in the school?"

"The school's play field." he said.

I rolled my eyes, "Really?"

"Yeah, come, let me show you something." he said, grabbing my arm.

We walked over to the display case.

"Look, you see the best silver and golden trophy?"

I nodded.

"I won that for our football team. You have to win the silver before you go to the Football National Finale. And I also won the golden one. We won last years' finale. And I am going for football again." he said, looking at the trophy, grinning.

I looked at him proudly.

"How do you play football?" I asked.

He looked at me and asked, "Do you want me to teach you?"

"Are you going to crush me if I am holding the football?" I asked, crossing my arm.

He chuckled, "Not crush, I'll tackle you."

"Then no thanks, I got flattened enough." I said.

"Oh well, come one." he said, smirking, grabbing my hand and dragged me to the uniform closet.

He grabbed a sport uniform for me.

"You wouldn't want to be playing in that dress." he said, laughing.

I hit his head lightly. "Did you grab a medium?" I asked.

He nodded. "Change in the locker and put the uniform in the recycling bin on the wall. And grab a new uniform in the uniform closet." he said and shoved me inside the girls' changing room.

I quickly changed and threw my uniform in the bin on the build in wall.

I wore my knee - high tight and the sport t-shirt with the school's name and the school's animal.

I threw my Dr. Martens and my IPad in a locker and grabbed a shoe from the new shoes closets.

Damn, this school is rich!