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mild swearing but i don't feel as if it is enough to be too mature. just be warned

it was a normal day at school for you. you had just come back from the break and it was the start of term two. it was a time for the entire school to be abuzz with the stories and gossip of the winter break. you listened to the kids as you walk down the hall but nothing had caught your attention. but, if you had been paying more attention you would had heard the rumors of the new Canadian exchange student that transferred into your school...in your grade...in most of your classes. the gossip followed you down to your first class: math. its not that you minded the class that much, it came pretty easily to you and the teacher could be pretty entertaining, but the class was just overall boring. you sat in your regular seat that wasn't really assigned but people rarely moved. you didn't wait long before your friend came i and sat next to you to talk about the break gossip

"hey, (name). how's it going?"

"fine really, just upset that we are back in school and i'm not sitting in my warm bed still asleep."

"i know that feel bro." she sat down and pulled out her math note book and you did the same. "did you hear about the new student? he is from Canada apparently. and according to reliable sources, he is quite the looker."

"don't be weird with someone you haven't even met yet." you say with a sigh. but in the back of the class room in a spot no one really saw was a new boy, Mathew, and he had been listening to the girls talking about him, blushing like a mad man. for the most part he was blushing because of how cute the girl talking about him was. to him you looked kind, and had (e/c) eyes that were full of fun and a bit of mischief. your hair looked pretty rockin' that day and having all clean clothes, you had your best outfit on. even if you had seen the boy in the back looking at you, you would never had thought he had a thing for you. you didn't have the body of a super model, by no means, but you wore your chub well, and you knew it, but you still never thought you had a great body that men would be after. you loved the outfit you had on because it helped you in the arias you had problems with and accentuated all your nice spots. even if you couldn't see it, you were a beauty to behold. and Matthew COULD see it.

it was his first day at school but so far, no one had talked to him. only about him. he figured it was because no one could see him again, its not like he wasn't used to it yet but it still hurt. the people only talked about how he was new and Canadian. you were the first to talk about him like he was an actual person. and he liked that.

the next class for you was sociology. it was a class you had to take to graduate but it looked like fun, and its not. its a lot of reading and note taking. in this class the teacher actually had the new kid go up and introduce himself to the class like you were in third grade again. the kid who walked to the front of the class was indeed the looker that everyone had said he was. he had longer blond hair and a cute curl sticking out. glasses sat on his nose and cheeks covering only about half his eyes. he wore a hoodie with the Canadian flag on it. well at least you knew he was indeed Canadian. he finished with plain jeans and converse shoes. you looked back up to his face and realized he was looking directly at you with a blush on his cheeks. he had definitely noticed you looking him up but he really didn't mind it because he was taking his time to do the same thing to you. you both made eye contact and both of your faces burst into a deep blush.

"h-hi. ....m-my name i-is Matthew.... b-but you can cal me Matt or Mattie, i-if you want." he stuttered out once he remembered that the class was still looking at him, but the teacher was looking at you. she gave you an "'atta girl" wink and sent him back to his seat.

after a bit of in class notes you took a second to look back at Matt. he had his hand up and from the pain in his face he must have had it up for a while. OH MY GOD. HE DIDN'T HAVE A BOOK AND THE TEACHER DIDN'T NOTICE. you stormed back to Matt and grabbed his raised hand and marched him up to the teacher.

"Mrs.(teacher), he doesn't have a book. i'm going to take him to the book room, ok?" her face flushed and she realized she forgot.

"that's fine, you might not be back by the end of class so take your stuff too." she gave you some alone time and a wink.

you and Matt walked back to his stuff and you both made your way to the book room with the eyes of the rest of the class on you.

~~walking in awkward silence~~

once in the book room you walk in with him and gesture to the books you needed for the class."what other classes do you have? you can pick up those books too." he handed you his schedule and you looked at in amazement. you had every class but two together. new record for you. but there was one class that made your heart sink, you two had P.E. together and there was nothing you wanted less then the new kid seeing you try and be sporty. with a sad sigh you handed back the schedule and walked through the book room picking up books for him. after you were done with the collection you walked up to the man managing the book room and helped Matt check out the books. every thing was done in silence.

Matt looked at you with concern. he didn't know why you looked so upset when you looked at his schedule. did you not like his classes? were too many classes with you? didn't you want to be his friend? he didn't want a repeat of the last school he went to were no one saw him. thoughts of how you didn't like him started to go through his head and he started to feel bad for forcing you into a friendship.

the next class you and Matt didn't have together. the one class were you needed a friend. AP US history. it was a difficult class and all the ass holes from the school were in that class. the only class you actually had a problem with the bullies. they all sat behind you and were just awful.

"well your class is just down that hall and to your right. the teacher tends to spit so i would say to sit in the back or on the left of the room, those are the spots out of spit range. most of the people in that class are nice and shouldn't give you any trouble but if they do there is a big scary kid named Ivan who will help you." you rubbed the back of your head thinking of anything else he might need. "that should be all. see you in P.E." and with that you left for your next class.

Matt stood in the hall watching you go and thinking over all the things you had told him. 'it couldn't be that you didn't want to be friends' he though 'because then you wouldn't be so nice to him now. it was something else.' and he wanted to make sure it never made you feel bad again.

of course, you were right about the class. the teacher DID spit and the class for the most part was well behaved but just in case, he found the kid named Ivan and made sure to sit in close proximity to him. he noticed he seemed to be the closest to him even though there was plenty of room between the two. the kids in the class really did shy away from him. as the teacher droned on his mind wandered to you. he really liked you. you had been the first nice person he had seen in a long while, and that made quite the impression on him. he like to look of you too. to him you looked sexy with your curves and your beautiful butt. he flushed red realizing he just though about your butt. 'ohmygod. i'm in the middle of class thinking about the butt of a girl that i just met who might not even like me.' he started to panic and sweat. he realized that during next class he was going to see you moving around, the whole of your body moving. he wanted to see the sway of your body as you did whatever you do in P.E. the more he thought about it the more he panicked about the feeling in his pants. 'well this is new' he though as he was about to cry, this new situation scared the shit out of him.

while Matt was in his class thinking about you, you were in your class thinking about how much you hate your class. the girls behind you were subtly kicking your seat and giggling every time. as the teacher turned his back you felt a note hit you head and land spot on your desk. knowing it was going to be the same shit but still being curious you opened the paper and read the note. it was a picture of you with a comically round belly floating in space next to the earth which was smaller then you. ha. ha. sooo original. with a sigh you took to writing your own message. you drew the perspective zooming in on the earth to about the size of a pea, then you drew a dick with the words "i can see why you have an issue with my size." and threw the new note back to him. the rest of class they didn't bother you but they were in the next class with you and Matt.

the bell rang and you felt your stomach drop. it was lunch and then it would be P.E. you went to go spend your lunch as you usually did. sitting in the hall outside the choir room reading or drawing while eating a sandwich with your friends, but when you got to your spot you noticed that it was already inhabited, by, you guessed it, Matt. he had his nose in a book much like you would and dint notice your approach. you sat down next to him a smoothly as you could so you could really surprise him.

"you know." he jumped and looked at you with a scared expression. "if you really want to eat alone, this isn't the spot. soon its going to be over run be people who want social interaction." you said with mock horror in your voice. and it seemed to scare him more then actual horror would. he started to get up and move out of the way before you grabbed his shirt and pulled him back down to the spot he was previously in, right as your friends started to gather around for your lunch time ritual.

"hey look!" the first friend to approach cried out, "(name) found the new kid! good for you (name)." they said after they sat down and gave you a big pat on the back.

"yeah, look at that." said another friend who sat facing you. the third and most quiet friend was the last to show up and with a nod and a wave they took their seat across from Matt.

"hey yo." you said with a wave. "this is Matt, everyone. be nice, and for fuck sake, no dead baby jokes on the first day." friend two seemed disappointed but stayed quiet. you sat and talked with friends like you normally would and for the most part Matt stayed quiet. even the most quiet out of the group had given some feed back, and Matt didn't want to seem rude but he didn't want to say anything that might derail the conversation. he was perfectly contented to just listen, but you still tried your hardest to include him. the final bell rang signaling the time for you to go to P.E. every one stood up and said good bye as you and Matt made your way to class.

"the boys changing room is over there and when you get inside the gym, make sure to keep quiet and don't sass the teacher. he is one who will make you run extra laps. although you don't seem like one who has to worry about that. see you in there" you give him the speech as you go to change.

the locker room was like how it always is. full of people ready to ridicule you and call you names. this is were you get pushed against lockers and pushed to the floor. you would tell people but you didn't want to worry anyone, so you just took it. today every one was lined up but the mirrors putting up their hair or making sure their boobs were good. you make your way to change as quietly as you can, hoping not to attract any unwanted attention from the others. but these bitches were like mother fucking t-rex, seeing anything that moves.

"hey lard ass. you really need to keep more of a distance, your pull of gravity is really throwing me off." she said with a sneer and she pushed you into the wall. you let out a hiss of pain as a wall hook made its way onto your shoulder blade.

"fucking nice one." you said as you pulled yourself up. "did you come up with that one while throwing up breakfast?" with a huff she sent you into the wall again.

"you can insult me all you want but listen sweet heart, i have a body that men want, in case you hadn't noticed. you, you are the fat girl people feel pity for, but never enough to actually like you. why don't you go eat an orphan and cry." and with that they went back to the mirror to work on their image some more.

you felt tears well up in your eyes.something you haven't felt in a long while. "dammit." you cursed under your breath as you changed into P.E. clothes. your clothes were tight but still hung well on your body and they looked fun with cool patterns and colors. you wiped the small amount of tears from your face as you left the locker room all ready for P.E.

you exited the locker room to come face to face with Matt. he had been waiting for you and hot damn did he look good in his fantastically tight fitting gym shirt. not surprising, it was white with a maple leaf on it, but what was surprising was the large amount of muscle on him that had been accentuated but his new attire. he was some one who could hold off a charging moose and you wondered if he ever had to... snapping from your thoughts you enter the gym and start the warm up of five laps around the outer edge.

it took you less then six steps to realize that you should have worn a sports bra. Matt was right next to you and you figured he had already noticed the absurd amount of jiggling you were doing. you had never had some one to run with, and it was obvious that Matt could go a whole lot faster then you but he still stayed right by you just running in silence. a good silence.

but unknown to you, Matt had definitely noticed that you were jiggling quite a lot, and he loved every second of it. he made sure to sneak a look at you every once in a while even going as far as to run a bit behind you to get a better look. he knew that this was going to be the class he liked best.

but all happy thoughts were interrupted as the girl who pushed you into the wall came up from behind you and Matt. she too had seen the god like body of the new kid and she wanted it all for herself. she knew that if he got a look at a real body, then he would start to follow her around. but her plan fell through. no matter how she swayed her hips she couldn't get his attention, even when she did the giggle and hair flip. who was this guy who could resist her? and for what? you?! she had enough with this pathetic guy. she had plenty of fish after her already.

after plenty of time being uncomfortable and sweaty next to a really hot guy, it was time for the sport of the month. indoor hockey. (go figure). Matt seemed to be the happiest guy on earth at this news, and the class was set up into two teams. not surprisingly, popular and unpopular were the teams. but the good news was that you and Matt were on the same team. but the bad news was that you were goalie, which meant that every one had the idea to hit as hard as they could into your tender flesh, but Matt always seemed to be close to protect you from most of the bad hits. at one point while people were out getting water he came up behind you and started to teach you how to be a good goalie. he stood with his chest pressed on your back and his hands over yours on the stick. you could feel is warm breath that held the scent of maple. he contorted your body as he taught you how to hit the puck in the best way possible.

"j-just relax (name)." he said in your ear. 'easy for you to say' you shot back in your head. it might have just been your imagination but with his body pushed up against your whole body, his muscles hard on your soft curves. you couldn't help but feel the slight poke on your lower back. you froze when you realized what it was.

"thanks for the lesson Matt but i think its time we get back to positions." you jump away from him face ablaze with your blush that seemed to almost be as deep as his. you both made your way back as you vowed to never speak of this ever again.

he seemed so relaxed in his natural habitat. he looked so happy when he did good, you loved watching him play. he was the best any one in that room and probably in the school had ever seen. but no matter how good he was it didn't do anything to slow down the puck coming at your face.

~black out~

you woke up in the white nurses office with an ice pack on your face and a throbbing pain in your head. you sat up slowly to see Matt by your bed with a relived smile on his face.

"h-hey (name), how ya' feeling?" he said as he handed you a tissue to wipe some blood away.

"fuck me. i feel like death. how did i get here?" you look to the side to see him blushing. 'don't tell me'

"well i carried you, eh?" 'dammit.'

"Matt. i'm sorry you had to carry me, and that you had to watch as i tried sports, and that you had to protect me during said sports, and that," with a finger he silenced you.

"don't d-do that, (name)." he said as he gently hugged you. you had never been this close to someone, let alone a hot male. "you shouldn't put yourself down like that."

'well shit. here it comes' you sobbed uncontrollably into Matt soaking his shirt with tears.

"c-come on (name), its ok. i'm here. i talked to the nurse and she said i could take you home, eh?" you nodded into his chest as he picked you up again. you started to wiggle in his arms.

"Matt, put me down. i'm too heavy." he smiled down at you.

"don't worry, maple. lets get you home and full of pancakes." with that he bent down and kissed your forehead as he left for your house.