F.e.a.s.t

Chapter 1

"So... You really trying to tell me they made fun of You?", I said in disbelief. "Yeah, they were pretty accurate on what the problem is.", she responded through tears. Camilla was trying to get into the running team at our college. She lost a lot of weight this summer and apparently that was deal breaker for the coach.

"How much You actually weigh right now?", I asked. "About 100 pounds... At 5'11, so yeah, he was right, I need to build any muscle first. And this will take months probably...", she responded with a guilty look on her face.

I opened the door for her and we entered the college building. We arrived at the classroom and shook hands with few of our classmates. Camilla drifted off to the female group and joined the casual chitchat with them. I kept looking at her until one of her collegues looked at me back as if I was some kind of creep, so I looked away, which proved the point I was doing something bad.

During the class I texted her menu from a new restaurant that opened on the campus with a bold "On me!" text. I started nervously fidgeting my pen, she was sitting two desks in front of me, so she couldn't see me getting mad. Suddenly, I got a text back: "If it is on You, then I'm ordering two dinners LMAO", followed by: "And a large milshake ofc".

After the class we set the course for the restaurant and Camilla grabbed my hand. I made a weird sound with my mouth surprised by the gesture and she responded: "Well if You are treating me to dinner this is the least I can do!", and she smiled, with a gentle, but very kind smile. It made me feel good.

We sat down at the restaurant and she actually ordered two dinners! It was kinda weird. Who orders two dinners really? And two large milkshakes even though she mentioned only one... "I am aware of the fact that we know each other only two weeks, but it feels really nice to have a friend at the campus. Thank You.", she caught me drifting through my thoughts about two dinners. "Yeah, I feel the same", I replied slightly caught off guard. Then I got up to the toilet, and I knocked down one of her milkshakes with my large gut. Yeah, my belly isn't one of the small ones, it looks like I swallowed 2 large beach balls probably. I picked it up and wiped the table, then I pointed to my belly and said: "See? It's trying to make sure You don't grow one Yourself". Then she patted her belly and responded: "Well, now I'm definitely growing one of these!" and she laughed, making a pig-like sound while laughing. She instantly covered her mouth embarrased.