The High School Game part 9
After the last class, the girl and the other volunteer went to the canteen kitchen in order to prepare the christmas lunch. At first, she thought it would be really funny, but soon, she had a problem. Since Raphaël made trouble in her couple, Shirley did not have seen Nadia, Sam's mother. But today, she was among the volunteer, and the organizer put them together. Would you believe ? Surprise, surprise... Fuck off. What can I tell to her ? The fourty years-old lady smiled.
"Shirley, dear ! How are you ?"
"Well... fine, thanks Miss Boiley."
"Please my girl, I know Sam and you have a rough time, but you can still call me Nadia. Anyway, are you ready to make my chocolate mousse ?"
"Of course. Give me your instructions Miss... Nadia."
They had a good time together. Strangely, Sam's mother proved to be sweet and nice, even with her son's ex-girlfriend. The amount of dessert to prepare was enourmous, but they managed to succeed. And they even had fun. Nadia was joking about everything, and Shirley relaxed gradually. They were near to the end when Sam's mother alluded to her only son :
"I really don't understand my boy... You're so sweet and nice, dear."
Shirley blushed. She did not expect that. Nadia was so kind.
"Well, I did some mistake and..."
"Bullshit ! He searchs to blame someone for his physics changes, but I'm sure you are innocent."
"Anyway, I found him largely better now, with some meats on his bones. I'm glad to see him enjoy my recipe, you know ? And he can pretend exercise, I know he doesn't. He loves himself, but he doesn't know that yet. He will understand soon. And he will realise how precious you were."
"Thanks Nadia, you're sweet."
Her words made Shirley wanted to cry. I knew he loved it. I knew he is not going back in shape, but what can I do ? He left me, and he is convinded I'm guilty. Even worst, he was true. She was guilty (and Gregory was too, this asshole who kept feeding Sam). Nadia, understanding Shirley feelings, changed the subject and talked about desserts until the end of the cooking. The young girl left Sam's mother with mixed feelings. Thanks you for being so nice.... But I lost him now, and he will never forgive me... I can't even speak to him, or Raphaël and Gregory will bump me off... I'm so sad about this...
Christmas lunch came with a very good new for the young lad. He won his bet against Greg. Despite being overfed since Monday, Sam managed to eat everything, and now, he had won a laptop. Of course, sometimes, he had got difficulties, like yesterday at noon : after the canteen lunch, his "partner" had brought him to Mcdo for second, third and four helpings. The brown lad had left the fastfood so stuffed he could barely walk, his jeans unbuttoned. But well, as I said, I'm better than this dumbass. And as a bonus, Gregory would not be the supporting striker, which Sam will hold as soon as coach judge him ready. The bell dragged him away from his mind, and he stood up, excited. Time for lunch ! He honestly had an hard time waiting for his mother chocolate mousse. And this last lunch before holidays, the canteen made an all-you-can-eat buffet, as an exception. The hungry boy, like the whole 11th grade (the other grade were eating after them, one by one), rushed towards the canteen. He took a tray, his cutlery and went to choose his food. He had his heart set on pies, Yule log, stylized pasta (they had the look of a santa) and obviously (he took advandage of being the only one already aware of the taste) chocolate mousse. without any hesitation, he ate the whole thing, hurried by his gurgling stomach. Next to him, the others guys did the same, excited. However, just to mention, Raphaël brought his own meal, and ate slowly, watching his friends pig out. Sam took a second big helping, and then a third. This lunch was an exception, and all his buddies were stuffing themselves like if there was no tomorow. In places, two guy or more made challenges (even Gregory, who challenged Liam), but Sam was too busy eating to think about it. This chocolate mousse is... woah. He felt his belly, distended, pushing against his belt, but did not stop. Next to him, Finn was devouring a umpteenth tray. Big Pig is back... Tobias too started to look bloated, his gut hardly pushing his pants. Sam stood up again and help himself to the buffet again. He was not hungry anymore, but everything was so tasty. Especially this chocolate mousse... Finn did the same, and some boys, including Greg and Liam too. Both of them were overstuffed. Greg's belly, hard as a rock, formed a beachball pushing against his shirt. And Liam was even more overfed, his shirt buttons having hard time holding his bulging tummy. Soon, students started to leave the canteen, fed and happy, but Sam decided to stay, as his friends. They went to the buffet, again and again. Soon, Tobias gave up, overstuffed. His jeans was unbuttoned, and his belly expanded freely while he rubbed it. Then, Greg tried to eat a whole pie by himself, too fast. He bleched, sick, and collasped on his chair, tired. Sam and Finn were eating without interruption. Obviously, Big Pig had more room than the young lad, but this one knew some strategy to improve his capacity. He rubbed his stomach with expertise, and kept up. Liam, surprisingly, held a long time before gave up. He was so overstuffed his usually flat stomach were enormous and his shirt button popped when he bleched loudly. Still, Sam was eating. He challenged Finn for a while, before Big Pig collapsed, too overfed. The young lad shouted of joy, victorious. He won this challenge too. I'm the best ! His belt was undid, and he felt sick, but the pride of winning was worthy. He had some difficulties standing up, and left the canteen satisfied. Woah, I ate too much but... that was so nice... Sam turned his head, and caught a sigh of Shirley, but feigned to not. This day was too good to be wasted.
The afternoon after christmas lunch was a public holiday for the high school, and they did a lot of games. To be honest, during the first three hours, the boy had felt sick and had got a tummy ache. He had stayed slumped on a bench, digesting his gargantuan meal. Well... And I lost... fuck it. He did better than Tobias, but less than Liam, Finn and Sam. However, when the big party of christmas came, he already forgot this. He had other concern. This evening, Shirley would lose her credibility, insulted as a lesbian. Jessy made sure of it. The plan was perfect. Rumour was not enough, and Dan would not give any credit to hearsay. Gregory looked for him : Shirley's brother was near to Raphaël, eating a slice of pizza. As for him, the discreet boy felt to heavy to eat anything (unlike Sam, who rushed the buffet). I need to wait for a while. He decided to play beerpong, and won somes games before Jessy signal. In fact, it was Barbara signal : she nudged him, and he understood time was here. Shirley was with Jessy and Liam, talking. The only thing I had to do is take some photo... They planned to retouch the photo in order to make the blond girl finger her schoolmate. And then, we will post this, and Dan will be too ashamed of his sis'. This plan was perfect. Gregory came discretly closer, and switch his phone on. Time to pay for everything Lady B. Soon Lady BL. He turned his phone in camera, and raised it. Suddenly, the spotlights enlightened him, and everyone turned towards him. Oh my god. Well, not everyone, because this was a gigantic party, but every student close enough. Raphaël looked to him, surprised, as Dan and the others. Jessy and Shirley frowned, while Liam clenched his fist angrily. Holy shit. What the fuck happened ?
"Did you tried to take some sneaky photo of us ?" asked Jessy.
What ? What the fuck she was talking about ? She knew the plan !
"Are ours butts enough for you, or do you want boobs too ?" she continued. "Seriously, what are you doing ?"
"I always knew he was a pervert." stated Shirley.
She came closer and took his phone. He was too astonished to react.
"He did not take any photo yet" she informed. "By the way, we should advise professors. You're lucky we are nice."
Gregory opened his eyes wide. Jessy... Did she just manipulated me ? The dark-haired girl was not smiling, but he glimpsed a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes. She played with him. Fuck off. Fucking asshole. Bitches.
"You have nothing to say ?" asked Shirley.
"You trapped me." he mumbled quitly enough to be only heard by her.
"I don't know what you're talking about, and I truly don't care. Do not try this again, wicked boy."
Fucking bitch. You're a whore. Seriouly go to hell. He did not dare do say it loud. Liam was too close, upset because he thought Gregory tried to take photo of his girlfriend. And Raphaël was also not that far. Fuck off. You will pay for this, I swear. I hate you Shirley, Jessy. You're two stupid tarts. Screw you. He never felt such an anger, but he could not show it. Gregory left the party, enraged. Seriously. I will have my revenge, sooner or later. I'll.
I had fun writing this part (especially the christmas lunch which became a real stuffing feast for some boys :p). Besides, it seems like Greg ran into troubles... It happen, when you’re always ploting. :D Part 10 soon, let’s see what will happen after the holidays !
