Prove You Wrong

It Started In the Summer: Part 2

In the locker room after the coach told them to change, Alfred wasn't so sportsmanship like and mocked Ivan on the lost. Saying things like, "see, communist never wins!" Ivan snapped back with a strained smile, struggling to not choke the blonde said, "That was only luck, dumb luck you could say in your instance." Deep down inside, Alfred knew he did just luck out, but that didn't swell down his pride one bit at the moment. "Yeah sure, whatever if it helps you sleep at night." Alfred said before walking towards his small locker. Looking around to see if no one was looking his way, he quickly took of his gym shorts and quickly put o n his jeans. He still then did not feel comfortable being exposed for too long. Next, he removed his shirt and was quickly proceeding to cover up quickly. But before he could, he was pushed roughly against the lockers. He turned around to see that it was Ivan who did it as he was passing by with a devilish smirk on his face, looking at Alfred from the corner of his eyes, challenging him. 'It was obviously not a little accidental bump'. Just about to retaliate with some comment containing a large amount of curse words, the all American boy realized his current state of appearance. Feeling a small tint of red appearing on his cheeks, he turned around abruptly, staying silent. 

Confused and slightly shocked, Ivan wondered why the boy was not yelling fifty words per second at him yet. He backed down so easily; something had to be wrong. Feeling something like concern start to bubble up toward his arch rival, which he quickly push down. He approached his enemy, not missing this moment to mock his suddenly docile behavior. "Ah, I must apologies Fredka, I was not see where I was going. You understand, da?" He said with an overly sweet smile. Alfred continue to avoid eye contact. "Yeah, sure. Whatever." Alfred said with finality, trying to keep his composure, standing rigid. "That quick to forgive? My, haven't you matured in this past five minutes?" Ivan said sarcastically. "...Just leave me alone bro." Alfred said, feeling Ivan tower over him, far too close. He was still shirtless, and pudgy. He wished he could be anywhere else. 

"Yo, back up man. Ever heard of personal space..!?" Alfred said, glaring at the lockers, refusing to meet Ivan's gaze. People around them began to notice there seemed to be another fight starting between the two, only something was different. Lifting a eyebrow, the Russian looked Alfred up and down in curiosity. Alfred felt his gaze and felt panicky. I tried to shield his gut with his arms, but that didn't help much at all. Ivan noticed this and was quick to taunt the boy with this newly discovered weakness. 

"Personal space? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Ivan said smugly, already knowing full well the answer. Alfred gulped, breath quickening. "Yeah, who wouldn't if a commie wasn't practically breathing down their neck?" Alfred said coldly. "Also, stop staring you creepy Russian, I don't know if that normal for you, but here it's considered rude."

The Russian continued to stare down the blonde teen with curiosity. He then took notice of the subtle way Alfred was attempting to cover his stomach with his arms. Ivan smiled diabolically, "again, forgive me but I couldn't help but wonder how you carry yourself around. Your quite big for you height, da?" Boys around them began chatting to one other about what the Russian said, many began snickering. Alfred turned even redder in the face, floundering to say something back.

 What happen next was what haunted Alfred.

Ivan slapped Alfred stomach harshly, creating a loud 'SLAP ' sound that echoed in the locker room, along with a bright pink, large hand print on his belly. "Oh look, it jiggles and make a loud obnoxious sounds. Just. Like.You. Fat capitalist pig." Ivan laughed wickedly.

Then the entire room burst out laughing. Dozens of voices laughing, taunting him, pointing at him...He grabbed his shirt, put it on, and stormed out of there quickly with a hot blush of pure humiliation...

He spent the last period huddled in the boys' bathroom, trying to smother his crying.

Alfred shook his head roughly at the memory and entered the locker room with Gilbert. After the accident, Alfred endured the comments he would get, and pocks at his body for about 7 week after what happened. After that, it wasn't as common, but the crude remarks about his weight stuck around, even to today as evident from earlier. Ivan, of course, talks about hi weight every chance he gets. But eventually he learned to at least pretend not to mind most of the time.

Ivan was not in his P.E. period, thank god. Quickly changing in the bathroom stall, something he's always done after the incident, he went the the gym along with the rest of his class and only did minor work. He stopped trying in anything that required his body to move around too much, for it will begin to jiggle, and then they will begin to laugh. Sadly, that wasn't helping him keep the weight off, so it only made the situation worse. 

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After finishing P.E. and removing that horrible uniform that stretched on his body slightly, making him disgusted with himself. He sure felt glad he wouldn't have to see thing thing for two months. His fist tighten on the fabric of the gym uniform. He'll just take it home, and toss it to the very back of his closet. 

All he had to do know was wait for the bell to ring, and he was free at last. Or at least for the next two months. One more minute.

He looked down to his tighten fist and looked deeply at the gray material. The laughs of the boys from last years were faint in his ears.

'It's not like I can't exercise at home, I mean I can do it in my room when no one's around.' He thought to himself.

40 more seconds.

"You don't have anymore excuses not to." A voice pointed out in the back of his mind.

'Yeah...I can even go on a diet during the summer...be a bit healthy and shit...yeah, I can do that.' Alfred's eyes shined with determinism.

15 more seconds

'Even if only to lose five or something pounds...Yeah, that's what I'll do, it's not like I have anything to do anyway....'

3 seconds

'I'm going to start to lose weight, I have to. I can't keep dealing with this bullshit, I'm taking care of this matter!' Alfred thought.

A sharp sound of a bell sounded through the air, summer break has officially begun.

And as Alfred walked home with sudden passion and a goal in mind, so did his weight loss journey. 

Or maybe, the beginning of his self destruction journey.