2p America X Chubby! Reader

It was mid way through the semester and you we're happy.
It was the first year people didn't tease you about your weight.
You we're () in height and () in weight.
Everyone use to pick on you and call you names.
You cried yourself to sleep every night,
asking yourself why did you have to look this way.
That didn't matter anymore. No one has said a single
thing about you and you actually made a few friends.
High school wasn't the hell that everyone talked about.

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you woke up because your mother shook you awake.   "wake up already" she said and there the covers off you. In a sheik of panic you jumped off the bed and his under your bed. Your mother sighed. "hurry up..." She left the room. You crawled out and sighed. You hated being seen in your pjs because 1) they we're old fashioned guy`s pjs and 2) because they we're exactly the right size for your chunky body, which meant you felt like a fat 12 year old boy.
You sighed sadly and grabbed your (fave. Color ) baggy jeans and (fave. Band) shirt. Quickly you grabbed your backpack and shoes on your way down stairs. You swing your backpack on your back and slide on your shoes. A toast ready on the counter, you stared at it and shook your head. Walking out quickly you waved at your mother and brother, (bro`s name). The streets we're empty which eased you. You walked holding your American History book. You held it like a baby and constantly looked around protectively.

School wasn't far so you we're there in a few minutes.  You walked inside the school  gates slowly just wanting to head to your history class, (fave. Teacher) was always there so it was safer.  As you walked through the quiet falls you started to hear foot steps behind you. `there's no one there..` you thought to yourself. "Yo, chunky bitch" you heard someone say. You stopped in your tracks and turned around. The person beside you was someone you didn't know. He was tall, had brown/red hair, piercing red eyes, tanned skin, which just made his appearance even scarier. His brown bomber jacket had splashes of blood, fake hopefully and his ripped jeans made it look like.he had an encounter with some knives. He has a bat on his back. "W... What do you want?" You asked shaking a bit. He grinned and walked toward you menacingly. You started to walk backwards your legs feeling weak in terror. "just wanted to talk to you, doll" he chuckled. "th... Then don't call me that to begin with a... and don't scare me... " you sigh after realizing that you sounded scared. He just grinned and took out his bat, it was covered in blood, broken glass and nails we're stuck on it. "what are you doing?" You questioned he just swing his bat at you. You fell back just in time and didn't get hit. "oh, so you're fast?" he chuckles and aimed again. You crawled back, almost wishing now you could roll like a ball so you could escape. we watched amused and just followed. Tears began to for and you became blinded by them "please... l-leave me alone" you hiccuped getting to the wall.

He tilted his head "hmmm, nope" he grinned and put his bat on your stomach. You got angry instead of scared. You hated people touching, pointing out, or looking at your flabby stomach. You quickly pushed the bat away and tackled him. With your weight you wished you could have broken every bone. He yelped in pain when you landed on top of him. Quickly you got up and ran. You made it safely to the administrative offices and stayed there until the ball rang. The ladies questioned why you were so scared and angry but you didn't say a word. It was too big of a chance to get the involved and you didn't want to.