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"Hey, Miles! Wake up" Tyson whispered sharply
"Ugh, is it over yet?"
"There's three more minutes of class left, are you gonna write down the homework assignment?"
"You can just text it to me later."
"Why are you always so tired in Algebra?"
"Cause I'm not like you, math isn't fun for me." Mason said as he pulled his head off his desk and rubbed his eyes. He then pulled his phone out of his pocket to look at the time and see if he had any messages.
"Still waiting to hear back from Travis?"
"He hasn't texted me or come to school for two days, rumor is his family just up and left."
"Why are you so infatuated with him?" Tyson said with a wink
"I let him borrow my laptop and now he's just disappeared."
"Well you should be more careful with your stuff then."
-RRRING-
Both of the teenagers hopped out of their seats, Miles with newfound vigor, eager to leave the class he clearly despised. They both walked into the hallway and towards the gym. Tyson reached into his pocket and struggled to pull his phone out.
"You shouldn't have got that massive phablet," Miles said with a grin, "it barely fits in your pocket."
"It's just this dumb case, its too thick." Tyson said, pulling the rubber off the ruggedized case on his phone.
"Same could be said for you." Miles chirped as he prodded Tyson's belly, causing him to quiver and drop the rubber of the case.
"You're one to talk, tubbs." he retorted as he jabbed Miles in the stomach, then proceeded to bend over and pick up the part of his case
"Jeez, you're about to burst those seams, fatass" Miles backed away laughing, pretending to seek cover.
"Hey, take it easy. They never make pants that fit me right." Tyson pulled the back of his taut pants up, not helping the cause any.
"That paired with the fact that you never shy away from the snacks" Miles joked while he winked at him. Tyson remained silent as he removed the rest of the case and put it in his backpack. Miles didn't know, but Tyson was somewhat self conscious about his appearance. Unlike the average masculine build, he was graced with quite an ample backside, which rendered his previous statement true, it was pretty difficult for him to find pants that would fit around both his waist and plump bottom. The pants that fit him usually barely did, and they outlined his most prominent features significantly. It all started in the fifth grade when he hit puberty. He was actually ridiculed by some of his classmates in middle school about it, which embarrassed him, but the mocking faded somewhat in high school. Even currently in his Junior year, he still caught flak for it, mostly by the most athletic and pompous students who flaunted the most stunning physiques. Tyson knew that he didn't belong in any sort of court or field for sports, he was never really athletic and it showed. He wasn't massively overweight, but he had a slightly jiggly belly and his butt was pretty large, even when compared to some of the more voluptuous female students. All of this made him pretty self conscious about his figure, but on the other hand, he actually loved his butt, and large butts in general. Tyson loved looking at people's asses as they walked past, albeit inconspicuously.
"Hello? Are you still there?" Miles waved his hand in front of Tyson's face, breaking his trance. "I didn't offend you, did I?"
"N-no, not at all, I was just thinking."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Nothing, its not important." Tyson brushed Miles' hand away and continued walking.
Miles flanked Tyson and stopped him by a locker, "Hey, we're friends, right? Can I talk to you?"
"Yeah, sure," Tyson sighed resignedly, "What's up?"
Miles looked around and pulled Tyson into an unlocked and uninhabited classroom.
"There's some things I've been needing to tell you. Some weird things and I could possibly get in trouble for."
"What did you do now?" Tyson said with a smirk
"No, you don't understand." Miles' voice broke and he turned away.
"What's wrong, buddy?" Tyson grabbed Miles...