(Stan’s POV)
(Time skip to weeks later)
I have football a football game later, and to be honest, I’ve been dreading it.
I haven’t really eaten much these past few weeks. Part of it is cause I look and feel like shit. But it’s also partly because the thought of eating has just been making me sick, lately. I also just want something I can be in control of. I’m forced to live with my dad, my whole future depends on a test score I get when I’m 17, and I can’t keep denying my feelings towards Kyle.
I know I’ve lost weight. I don’t know how much, but it was enough for Shelly to point it out. I just told her I’m on a diet for football. According to her, I “looked fine before,” but I don’t care. I think I look better now.
Speaking of weight, Clyde’s been acting strange lately, too. I could’ve swore he looks thinner, too. As much as I hate him, I can’t deny that I’m concerned for him.
We were all getting dressed for practice, since it was always held right before a game. Maybe I should’ve eaten today. I feel like absolute shit:
I put on my uniform and gear, and as I was walking to the field, I ran into Clyde. We began walking next to eachother.
“You look like shit.” He spoke up in a snobby tone.
“So do you.” I replied.
Halfway through practice, I began feeling awfully sick and dizzy. I could tell something was up with Clyde, too.
I began walking to my coach, and in my peripheral vision, I noticed Clyde about to walk over, too, but hesitate once he saw me.
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Prohibited Feeling || StanXKyle
Fanfiction(cover made by me!! [Wil]) we're two on this account so this story was written by two ppl!! wil and lay !aged up! kyle barely hang out with his friends because he keeps studying or practicing with his basketball team and stan doesn't like it (worth...
