Chapter 12 - fat admiration (pt.3)

“Um, could I sit here?” Lydia timidly uttered, dressed nerdily, with a constrictive around the bust and belly graphic tee, and jeans.

“Yeah, uh…” the redhead looked at the others for approval.

Clover looked up and recognized her, “You’re that girl I helped yesterday, Lydia?” Clover remarked, judging her uncomfortable demeanor.

“Y-yeah… I… I thought it would-”

“-Come, have a seat,” the much smaller girl scooted to make room. The two other companions peered at her with skepticism.

“Oh! T-thanks….” the brown, wavy-haired obese girl heaved her thick legs in the bench, planting her tray on the table surface. Her lunch consisted of two helpings of chicken tenders and fries, with a bottle of root beer.

Clover stared at the food and monologues in her mind, “Wow, she sure eats a lot… and fast!” then said, “No problem, you’re a new face here.”

“It’s unlike you to be so friendly, Clover.” Alex comments, “Lydia, when did you move here?”

“A week ago…” she answered while chewing her meal.

Sam then asked, “What year?”

“Um… freshman.”

“Oh, you seem to look a little older than the rest.”

“That’s because…” her shy face lowered, “...my parents kept me from school an extra year.”

“So you’re sixteen?” Clover inserted.

“Yeah…”

“Nothing wrong with that, I’m an older senior too!’ Clover patted the big girls back.

Lydia cutely smiled, and looked to the blonde, “I guess we have things in common then.”

“So, what do you do in your spare time?” Sam interrogated, while forking her salad.

“I, well, uh… play video games,” the new student’s voice trembled.

“Gosh, my little cousin loves playing his Wontendo…” Clover blurted, “... I try to play against him, and he always beats me. That little twerp!.”

“I-I don’t think you all play much,” Lydia states.

“Yeah, not my cup of tea.” Alex responded.

Sam then added, “I’ve play arcade games before, they’re fun.”

“Either way, I bet it’s probably fun, I hear it’s become all the rage.” Clover declared, then pondered, “Playing those games doesn’t burn calories…” taking note for the future.

The conversation remained at a basic level, and Sam and Alex grew disinterested in learning more about the heavy-set girl. On the other hand, Clover was fascinated, and ate all of the food on her lunch tray without realizing. After lunch, the four split to their individual classes, fat-admiring spy couldn’t wait to speak to her after school.

Once the final bell rang, the three spies reunited as usual to chat and “So, when you all want to go to the mall? I’m down to go now,” said Alex, first to push open the high school’s exit doors.

“Can we wait until like, five?” Sam suggested.

“Why?”

“Because, I have practice. Remember?”

“Oh, that’s right, Clover, five in the evening work?”

The blonde answered, “Yeah, of course!” while the party descended the main staircase, stopping at the central water fountain once more. “Ya’ll gonna eat dinner there?”

“If we’re waiting that late, I’m gonna just eat at home,” the tan spy complained.

Sam nodded, “Yeah, I’m gonna be starving after. My mom’s gonna cook some amazing glazed lemon chicken.”

“Oh! Can I join!? I don’t know what she puts into it, but her chicken is amazing!”

“Well, she’s only gonna cook for my family of course, but I suppose you can if you really want to.”

Clover noticed Lydia slowly wobbling down the stairs, but addressed her friends, “I’ll just pick some food for myself then.”

“You’re free to join too,” the redhead addressed to the distracted friend. She looked to see what she was focused on, but then returned to the discussion at hand, “I’ll give my mom a call,” pulling out her phone, “Oh snap, it’s 2:45 already… I need to go to the gym now!”

“Well, have fun! I’m gonna head out.” Clover waved goodbye, seeing her person of interest reach the bus corral.

“Going so soon?” Alex voiced her disappointment, “Alright, bye everyone!”

With their farewells the three part ways, each in different directions. The magenta clad young lady immediately rushed to find her new acquaintance before she got on the bus. Running deep into the lot, she got a visual on the humongous teenager she yelled, “Wait, Lydia!”

Lydia stopped moments before ascending the bus stairs. “Clover?” turning around in surprise.

“I...huff...wanted to ask you something… huf- never got the chance at lunch.” the athletic girl was out of breath after sprinting to intercept. An accidental digestive burp flew out of her mouth. “Sorry... it’s the food I ate.”

“Hah, you’re fine,” the quiet girl lightly smiled.

“I was curious if you wanted a ride home with me?”

The fat freshman’s hazel eyes beamed with surprise, “Really? You’d do that?”

“You live not far from here if you take the bus, right?”

“Yeah, I live a couple of miles away, on McConnell street.”

“That’s cool, I think I know where that is, let’s go, we can chat a bit in the car too.” Clover gestured to follow, and began walking towards the student parking lot. After walking across the property, she visualized her red sedan. Peeking behind, Lydia struggled to keep up, as not only her burdensome weight slowed her pace, carrying multiple textbooks added to the challenge.

“W-wait… Y-you’re too fast!” she cried. The athletic spy stopped for her to catch up, empathetic to her condition. “Huff-thanks…”

“No probs.” Clover smiled, analyzing her new friend’s stressed appearance. “Wow, simply walking tires her out…” speaking within. Turning around, she bit the bottom of her lip, slightly aroused at being in Lydia’s shoes one day. Once they reached the car, Clover opened the passenger door, sliding the seat to the furthest position before hopping into the drivers side.

With the door open, the portly schoolgirl hoisted herself down, causing the car to rock slightly. “You’re too nice, I swear…” expressing her gratitude, and painstakingly yanking the seatbelt across her bloated bust and melons. “N-not to sound rude... but why are you being so kind to a fat and ugly girl like me?”

Clover looked to her with intensity, “Don’t say that, anybody can be beautiful. No matter what shape or size,” she refuted, while clicking on her seatbelt and twisting the ignition. “When I saw you fall, struggle, and embarrassed. I saw a bit of myself in you… I know how it feels. Recently I’ve realized it feels better to help people than tear them down… wish others would do the same.

The four-door reversed out of its’ parking spot and began to follow the traffic flow out of the school grounds. Lydia rekindled the conversation, “See a bit of you… in me? How can you know how it feels to be in my shoes?”

Clover gulped, unsure what to answer with. After a small respite, she bit the bullet of truth by answering, “I was as fat as you once…”

“Wha!?” Lydia’s mouth agape, “Y-you you were?”

“Yes… Um…” Clover paused to make up an excuse, but decided to tell the truth, “So, uh… funny story, you’ve kept up with the recent news, right?”

“I guess. What about it?”

“You know about the cookies that were banned recently? Passion Patties?”

“Oh! Yes! They are the best! My mom has a ton… though she hid them somewhere.”

The fat girl’s words captivated Clover, changing the subject, “Wait, she has them!?”

“Uh, yeah. When I moved in, she gave me a box. The strange thing is that I don’t recall her being larger than me, though it’s been years since she’s divorced my dad. But, It didn’t bother me that much since well…” she pointed at her belly, where her shirt failed to cover up. “Ugh, sorry.” Lydia pulled the top down, only for it to retract up. “I swear this shirt used to fit a couple of days ago.”

The curious blonde knew what was the catalyst for her ill fitting attire, and her mother’s embiggening. “So, Lydia has eaten Passion Patties. Maybe her mom has some she could spare? I could eat a cookie or two a day…” Clover talked within while listening.

The passenger continued, “Anyways, I’ve been pretty happy ever since I came to Beverly Hills… Just never imagined I’d meet someone as cool and popular as you. The last school I went to they made fun of me.”

“That’s awful…” Clover replied, turning the vehicle into a neighborhood, and eventually into McConnell street.

“Yeah, you’re kinda like my first real friend in some time. I-I really appreciate you and your friends allowing me to sit with you during lunch. Turns out, we have a couple things in common.” Lydia’s attention drew to a house on the left side, “There it is!”

The spy looked at the house she pointed to. A wave of deja vu hit her in thought, “I’ve seen this home before… McConnell street is the site where we first deployed in the last mission… Oh, Em, Gee…” she witnessed a incredibly obese blonde woman clad in orange v-neck top and blue skirt waddling to the mailbox. “I’ve seen her before!”

“Oh! That’s my mom! She’ll be glad to meet you!”