Chapter 9

December came and with the end of Clay’s football season. He passed 300 pounds and he is very, very self-conscious. I actually had no idea he felt so…I don’t know.

He just never seemed to care that much about his weight. I mean, he ate so much before and he’s so good at eating I didn’t think he really gave his weight much thought.

I told him it was fine that he was bigger and I told him I liked it. The thing is, I do actually like it. I like it a lot.

I met his father, who is actually much shorter and much slimmer than Clay is. I thought he would have been some big hulking grizzly bear. His mom is tall though. She’s taller than me at about 5’10. His sister is tall too. They are all very nice and I would hope they liked me.

Clay and I have already applied to colleges and I’m hoping we end up going to the same school. Clay really wants to go to Harrison University.

I got in about three months ago on an academic scholarship, and I’m praying to ever single god in the god dictionary that he gets a scholarship.

“Clay, I’m tired…” I moaned. We had been up all night. I spend a lot of time at Clay’s house. I don’t know why, but we haven’t gone to my place yet. It’s weird. He has dropped me off before and stuff, but he never comes inside.

“Me too, but I have to finish all of this food.” He was still sticking to a strict diet. He must eat every ten minutes. He had a bunch of trail mix he had to finish. I was almost willing to just stuff it down his throat at this point.

“Just eat it…” I said. He laughed. “What?” I asked.

“I’m full.” He said as he put another handful in his mouth. Then another handful after that. “I’m so full.”

He did get a much larger belly now that he’s trying to put on so much weight. It’s a lot rounder and it feels really nice. I give it a nice rub whenever it won’t make him feel bad.

“Well, I’m tired. So eat up.” He laughed again and shoved the rest of the trail mix in his mouth. He swallowed that and stood up. I had been on his bed. He sat next to me. I sat up.

We just sat and looked at each other. We had, uh, tried to, uh well... it didn’t go the way we hoped it would. His dad came home early and we were literally JUST about to get started and it just didn’t happen.

I had wanted to try it again, but now he’s gotten bigger he feels the need to make me celibate.

When we got up the next morning Clay had one of his giant breakfast’s and took me home. He was going to the gym and I sure didn’t want to go. Well, not today anyway.

I was tired, but I did usually like to watch him. I liked getting to see him in tight football, workout clothes consisting of tight shorts and spandex shirts, but I was tired, so I decided to go home. I’d definitely go next time.