chapter 7 - trevor 4

Chapter VII
Trevor
Nitts’ McDonalds, January 7th, 23.06 pm

“Honestly, Gabby, I’m fine” I say for the tenth time in the last hour, before checking my order number on the McDonald’s screen.
I’m not even hungry, but I’m a stress eater. And Gabby knows, so she was okay with coming here to help me open up about this whole Paolo situation.
“It’s getting out of control, Trevor. He should be expelled at this point, he’s harassing you” she says with her very high-pitched voice. It’s very nice how she’s worried about my well-being.
“Do you think he wasn’t serious then?”
“A hundred percent no. I mean, he’s retarded, would you date him if he was for real?”
I open my mouth to scold Gabby for using the r-word, but the girl at the counter calls my order. I smile immediately, rushing to get in front of the crowd to get my tray.
We sit at the table at the extreme right, next to the bathroom, because there’s a wall that pretty much hides the seats completely, and nobody really uses the toilet at Maccies here at Nitts, so it’s super private but not disgusting.
After giving Gabby her strawberry milkshake, I start unpacking some burgers and fries.
“I just don’t get why he looked so serious.”
“Trevor. Even if he was serious, he was probably going to prank you” she says, sipping loudly with her goofy eyes looking at me.
“I don’t know, Gabby… it just seems so odd” I say, before giving a huge bite to my first Crispy McBacon.
“It seems like you want it to be true” she confesses to me, laughing.
I stay silent, shoveling in my mouth what seems to be twenty fries squished together.
“Trevor.”
“I’m sorry, Gabby. But he’s hot.”
“Boy, watch out. He has proven multiple times to be a total idiot… oh, no, you’re blushing.”
“You can’t blame me, he looks great. Lately, it’s not like I’m bringing all the boys to the yard either…”
“Too many milkshakes?” she says.
We start laughing, before I give her the finger.
“Thanks for defending me tonight, I loved how you and the girls literally built a wall to scare him.”
“Drama club is like the scout, okay? It’s our last year, we must have each other’s backs.”
She puts her right hand on my left one. With the other one I’m finishing my third nugget.
“Oh, yeah, how are your applications doing?” I ask her.
“Meh, I'm just kind of struggling with my recommendation letters at the moment.”
“What for?”
“Juillard. Are you not applying there anymore?”
“Nah, I’m not too interested in staying in New York City. To be honest, I’m spending all my birthday’s money on applying to Yale for two majors, plus some minor colleges around the country. Vassar seems cool, but it’s in a fucking suburb…”
She caresses my hand: “I’m so gonna miss you, though.”
“I’ll miss you too, Gabby.”
We smile at each other, while I dig in my three donuts. I’m fucking stuffed, I can feel my belly pressing over my shirt. My dick is getting firm as soon as I devour the second one.

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I get in my room and my legs are struggling. The 15 minutes’ walk from McDonald’s to my house is becoming a pain in the ass. I just use my dad’s car to go everywhere now that my parents sorted out their new one, but after the play I felt like going directly to Maccies and there was no point in stopping at home.
I get rid of my shirt, throw it on the floor and throw myself on the bed. I start jiggling my belly. I look at it and smile. It’s so soft and squishy. Seeing it move is so relaxing, it feels like having the ocean on my stomach. I grab my cock and start shaking my fat thighs and seeing them wobble out of control make me breathe heavily. I feel so full and fat, it’s just so hot. But, of course, everything close to heaven is not heaven itself.
My phone beeps so fucking loud that it scares me. It’s a DM on Instagram.

@paolontana
01.15 am
“Can we talk?”

I read his message just to let him know I’m ignoring him, before going back to touching myself.
Then, the image of Paolo shaking and slapping my fat butt starts to flourish in my mind. It’s such a hot image that I’m edging already.

@trevorvphillips
01.22 am
“You have one message to convince me you’re not a total dick”

He starts typing. He’s taking ages.
While waiting for his text, I check his profile. He has a very cute dog, and gosh, that carrot cake he made and posted last week… damn, he’s so fit too. A shy six pack is forming on his shirtless bathroom selfies, and he has this cute dimple on his left cheek that is just so adorable.
May it be that Paolo Montana actually fancies me and there’s nothing evil or mean behind his invite?