Teasing

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Michael has a headspace of 15 years.
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Michael
I sat at the lunch table, eating the lunch that Papa packed me. Chips, a burger, and a Mountain Dew. I felt someone poke my side and I jumped, "What the hell?" I retorted and turned around, seeing the captain of the football team, James. "Oh, h-hi James." I mumbled and turned back around, "Hey fatass." He smirked and I wrapped an arm around my waist, "What did your dad pack you for lunch? The usual, everything in the fridge." He laughed and I looked down at my lap, frowning even more when I noticed my belly was sitting on my lap. "Ooh, what's this?" He chuckled and picked up a chip. "You don't mind if I eat your food right? Or will you punch me for eating your food?" He laughed and I shoved the bag in his hands, standing up. "Cram them down your throat prick." I roared and walked away, hanging my head low and wrapping my arms around my belly to keep it from jiggling. I went into the bathroom and into the handicap stall, locking the door and sitting on the floor, I took out my phone and called Papa. "Mikey, what's wrong sweetie?" He cooed, "I-I-I wanna go home." I sobbed as I held my knees to my chest. "What happened sweetheart?" Papa asked in worry, "I don't wanna t-tell you now, I just wanna be with you r-right now." I sobbed. "I'll pick you up in a few minutes, wait in the office okay baby?" He asked, "O-o-okay." I sniffled and he hung up, I put my phone in my pocket and wiped my tears away really quickly before going to my locker and getting my backpack before heading to the office and sitting in a chair. Papa walked through the door and I embraced him in a hug, "Let's take you home sweetie." He smiled and I nodded as he signed me out and took me home. "J-James called me fatass and made fun of my weight Papa." I sobbed as soon as we walked in the door, he held me to his chest and I sobbed into his shirt. "You're not fat baby. You're just a little chubby, but that's fine." Papa smiled and wiped my tears away, "But, they call me fat and gross,  this really cute guy called me a whale." I sniffled. "Those people are assholes, you're beautiful baby." Papa smiled and kissed my cheek, "Thanks Papa." I grinned and my belly growled. "Did you eat your lunch?" He asked, "Not really...." I trailed off and he chuckled.  "Let's go out." He smiled and drove to a resturaunt,  where I stuffed myself with a huge burger and fries.

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