Reinvented

Stephen could feel himself shaking. Looking at the big double doors of his high school full of anticipation, and anxiety, he had spent the whole start of the new year trying to lose weight so he can look good for his senior year. 9 months ago, he was over 250 lbs at 6 feet tall. Feeling alone, and unattractive, he decided to get up and do something about it. Now at a lean 185 lbs, he gained self confidence, and was determined to turn heads the right way.

"Ok, here goes..." he sighed as he made his way inside. Pulling on the door, he heard the ungreased hinge creak as he pulled it open. Shifting his backpack on his shoulders, he walked in, heading for his locker. He went shopping for new clothes to go with his "reinvention" as he called it. Wearing tan khakis, a plaid red button-down and a white undershirt, he felt good.

"Is that--!"

"Holy shit, he got so cute!" he heard the girls whisper from behind him. Inside, he was smiling with glee.

"When did Stephen Marsh get gorgeous?!" Another whispered to her friends as she looked over the newly minted hunk.

He made his way to his locker. The old lock rusting at this point, he put in his combination and put his backpack inside.

"Yo, Stephen!" He heard a familiar voice from behind his locker door.

"Hey Ben! How was your summer?" He asked grabbing his books and closing the door.

"Pretty good-- woah... I... I guess you've been busy this summer, bro?" Ben said as his friend closed the door, leaving him dumbstruck on how good he looked. 'i guess there was a pretty good looking guy in there afterall' he thought as he looked Stephen over.

"Yeah, it was a struggle, but I did it. I'm still working on it, though, I really wanna get them abs man!" Stephen said rubbing his lean abdomen.

"W-Well, you look great, Steve!" Ben finally said.

"Thanks, man!" He said as he walked down the hall to his first class of the year.

Turning the corner, his heart stopped. He sucked in a gasp of air as Craig Myers came into view. 'Oh my gosh...' He thought. He tried to pull his feelings back. 'No, this is wrong...'

"Hey, is that you Stephen?!" Craig said as he noticed the changed classmate a few steps away from him. Stephen's heart was in his throat.

"Y-Yeah, its same ol' me..." He laughed rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Dude, anything but 'same old' Look at you, you look great, how much weight did you lose?" He asked, his Blue eyes peering back into Stephen's Dark Chocolate brown.

"S-Sixty-five pounds." He said as his heart fluttered. Craig flashed his signature crooked smile at Stephen as he looked him up and down.

"Nice job, I'm really happy for you, bro! see ya 'round!" Craig said as he passed by Stephen; taking a glance at Stephen's backside. 

"Bye..." He said watching Craig walk by. His heart ached, as he watched him disappear around a corner.

He found Craig so handsome, with his jet black hair and dark, mysterious blue eyes; the "bad boy" type of clothes and swagger, Stephen longed for him.

'Ugh! fucking stop!' he demanded. He hated the feelings he had towards Craig. 

"Dude, you OK?" Totally forgetting Ben was next to him, Stephen nodded and proceeded down the hall with his friend.

"Dude, so many chicks are salivating over you! You could bang any one of them!" Ben said with glee.

"Is that all you think about? Pussy crushing?" Stephen moaned in irritation.

"Not always! Sometimes i just need a blowjob and that'll due fine!"

'UGH it IS all you fucking think about!' Stephen wanted to say but remained silent, and just shrugged in response.

"Look man, you still got your V-Card right!? All I'm saying is that now, you can finally get rid of--"

"Just stop, Ben. Please just stop..." Stephen grunted in annoyance.

"Sorry dude!" Ben laughed, trying to ease the tension.

The two boys made their way to Math, their first subject of the day when they were stopped once again; this time by a girl.

"Hey Stephen!" she said coming over to the boys. 

"Shit, that's Monica Price!!" Ben said hiding behind Stephen.

She laughed, "You can come out now, Ben!"

"H-Hey, Monica..." Ben said looking at the floor and turning beet red.

"So, Stephen, looks like you lost a bit of weight, congratulations!"

"Thanks, Monica!" He smiled happily; overwhelmed with all the positive feelings. Stephen looked over at Ben as he shifted his weight uncomfortably; he could only assume he was trying to hide an erection in his jeans. 

"Well, I gotta run, I'll see ya later, Stephen! Bye, Ben!" She winked. Ben turned an even darker shade of red as he looked at his feet.

"You should fuck her!" Stephen whispered, getting a light punch in the arm in return. Ben laughed. "Fuck off, Stephen..."

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"So, apparently Stephen Marsh is a hunk now..." Monica whispered in Brett's ear. Brett went stiff, he had a bit of a crush on Stephen; his heaviness wasnt an issue to him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"You're such a bitch!" He giggled quietly.

"Don't believe me?" She said nodding her head towards the door. Brett's mouth dropped, his chest tightening.

"You're drooling, Brett." Monica teased. Stephen's dark eyes met his forest green; losing his breath. Stephen shot him his signature crooked smile; causing Brett to nearly faint. Monica couldn't help but laugh at her poor friend.

"You thought I was lying..."

Brett couldnt help but watch the boy saunter over to his seat and sit down, his clothes fitting his newly formed body perfectly, Showing off his now lean frame.

"You should talk to him." Monica suggested.

"Are you crazy!? He'd never be into me! He's probably not even gay!" Brett replied in a hushed tone.

"Well, I have never seen him with a girl, like ever. What's the worst that could happen?"

"Uh... I ask a straight boy out and I get beaten up?!"

"You really think a sweetheart like Stephen would hurt anyone?" Monica said.

"I...I'll think about it..." Brett said not taking his eyes off of the boy.

'Maybe I do have a shot' he thought. 

"Hey, who is hotter: Craig Myers or Stephen Marsh?" Monica teased again. 

'UGH! WHY?!' Brett yelled in his thoughts.

"They're both really hot--"

"Oh, no you don't! Pick one, Bretty-boo." Monica teased. Brett couldn't decide; they were both stunning to look at now.

"Stephen because I look at Craig and I would really only want him to fuck me. But Stephen..." Brett sighed. "Stephen would wanna be in a relationship with." Brett answered to shut his best friend up.

"It would be hot to see the two of them going at it though." Monica nudged.

"Give it a rest, Monica..." Brett Laughed quietly. The first period bell rang, students got up from the tables and started filing out the door. "Do it!" Monica pushed further. "He's right there!"

"UGH! Fine..." Brett said slinging his backpack over his shoulders. 'Shit! How does my hair look?! I'm not wearing my underwear on the outside am I?' Brett panicked.

"You look fine, Brett..." Monica whispered from behind him. Brett took a step forward.

"H-Hey, Stephen..." Brett murmured looking everywhere but Stephen. "Oh, Hey Brett!" Stephen said giving him a smile.

 'OMG I CANT BELIEVE I'M DOING THIS! HES SO HOT!!' 

"U-Um... Congratulations o-on your weight loss... and stuff..." Brett stuttered. 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?' Brett screamed in his head as he tried to form a sentence.

"Thanks so much, man!" Stephen said looking Brett over. He noticed he was about 4 inches shorter than him, slim build, with thick framed glasses covering his forest green eyes; complimenting his dark blonde hair. 'He's kinda cute' Stephen thought.

"H-Hey, you want to spend study hall with me? I-I mean to look over tonights homework. O-or not, whatever's cool!" Brett struggled again. 'DUDE YOU'RE FUCKING BLOWING IT!!!'

"Sure, man! I'd love to. I cant do math anyway, maybe we can study together or something?" Stephen said feeling a bit of a jolt in his chest.

"Cool! OK! I'll meet up with you..." Brett said trying to remain cool.

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Heading out of the classroom, Stephen thought about the first couple of hours back at school. He's very happy he lost weight, not only does he look better, he feels better; his knees don't hurt, he isn't exhausted when he climbs the stairs at his house, he couldn't be happier. 

"Holy Shit! Is that Marsh-mallow?!"

'Oh fuck...' Stephen rolled his eyes, knowing whats coming next.

"Well well, lookie what we have here!" Eric said getting in Stephen's face. Eric Tillman was a big man. At 6' 6" tall, and over 260 lbs of nothing but muscle, he was the epitome of the term: "Jock."

He pushed Stephen into the men's room; locking the door behind him. 

"You might have lost the weight, fatso, but you're still a bitch." He sneered. Feeling zapped of all the confidence Stephen had developed over the course of the morning, the all-too-familiar feeling of worthlessness and fear returned to rear its ugly head. Backing up against the wall, Stephen hasn't felt this scared in months.

"Eric..."

"Shut the fuck up, pretty boy!" He shoved Stephen further into the wall, his head hitting the white tile.

"You think you can have guns like mine?! You fucking little bitch!" Eric yelled as he picked Stephen up by his collar; stretching and tearing the hem.

"Maybe one day, you should make use of that new pretty face of yours and wrap them pretty boy lips around a REAL man's dick, you fucking fairy!" Eric growled as he let go of Stephen's shirt. He slid down the wall as Eric left the bathroom.

Stephen, not letting this get to him again, picked himself up, straightened out his hair and grabbed his backpack. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he stared into his own eyes; seeing them welling with held back tears.

'Will I ever be good enough?'