The Plus Size Luna

CHAPTER 9

Alph stepped into the locker room, the familiar scent of sweat and liniment filling the air. The clamor of the gym had faded, replaced by the quieter sounds of teammates unwinding after the game. Trevor and a few others were casually loitering around, pretending to organize their gear but clearly more interested in chatting.

As Alph approached his locker, Trevor looked up and grinned. “Hey bro, what’s going on between you and Maxine?”

Alph’s fingers paused over the lock. “What do you mean?”

“You know, the fat girl from Coreen’s section,” Trevor clarified with a smirk.

Alph’s expression remained steady, his gaze steely. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”

Trevor shrugged, still smirking. “Just curious. Saw you giving her a jacket and all. Didn’t seem like something you’d do.”

Alph closed his locker with a firm clunk. Maxine had been an unexpected focus today, a deviation from his usual routine. He shook his head slightly. “It’s not a big deal. Just thought she needed help.”

Trevor raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. “Sure, whatever you say. Anyway, let’s hit the field for the next game. Got to keep up the momentum.”

The conversation shifted as they headed out, but Alph’s mind lingered on the incident. The image of Maxine’s distress and his own unexpected reaction contrasted sharply with his usual detachment.

On the football field, the atmosphere crackled with competitive energy. Alph’s team was eager to showcase their skills, while the opposing team, led by the notorious bully Elias, was equally determined. The game was intense, both sides battling fiercely for dominance.

Alph’s movements were precise and powerful, each play demonstrating his skill. Elias pushed Alph to his limits, but Alph’s calm demeanor kept him ahead. The match was a tight contest, dragging into an epic struggle for supremacy.

Finally, with a decisive move, Alph scored the winning point. The crowd erupted in cheers, and his teammates rushed to congratulate him. Alph remained composed amidst the celebration.

Catching his breath, Alph’s gaze drifted to the bleachers. Coreen and Maxine were seated together. Coreen was animated, her laughter ringing out clearly as she chatted with her friends. Maxine, noticeably uncomfortable, held Coreen’s bag with a nearly servile posture. The contrast between Coreen’s vibrant demeanor and Maxine’s subdued presence was stark. Coreen’s friends glanced over occasionally, their expressions a mix of amusement and pity.

Alph’s eyes narrowed. *What’s Coreen up to now?* The sight was puzzling. Coreen had always been a schemer, and whatever was happening now seemed to fit into one of her plans, though Alph couldn’t quite determine what.

His thoughts were interrupted as Elias, still fuming from the loss, stormed past him, muttering under his breath. Alph ignored him, his attention returning to the bleachers. Coreen and Maxine were deep in conversation, Coreen clearly savoring her apparent victory.

The final whistle blew, signaling the end of the game. Alph’s team gathered around, exchanging high-fives and slaps on the back. Despite the victory, Alph’s mind was preoccupied with the scene he’d just witnessed.

The celebration continued with Alph’s teammates cheering and clapping each other on the back. Coreen and her friends were in the midst of it, their cheers for Alph unmistakable. Coreen’s voice cut through the noise, clear and triumphant.

"Go team Hampton!" she shouted, her tone both loud and insincere. She seemed to relish the spotlight, her laughter ringing out as she joined in the celebrations. Her friends, equally animated, added their cheers, their voices merging into a cacophony of approval.

Every boy was looking at Coreen. She was pretty in her pink cheerleader outfit. The crowd was loud, rooting for their chosen group

Maxine, however, was a stark contrast. She stood off to the side, eyes fixed on the ground, clearly uncomfortable. Coreen’s voice snapped through the air. "Don’t you ever look at Alph, fattyshit."

Maxine flinched, her gaze dropping even further. She had no choice but to avert her eyes, the sting of Coreen’s words clear. Despite the humiliation, she forced a weak cheer, barely audible over the din. "Go team Hampton!"

Elias, meanwhile, was a picture of fury. His face twisted in rage as he stormed towards his teammates. He shoved one of them roughly, frustration evident in every move. “Better luck next time,” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt.

“There is no next time for them,” Elias added darkly, his anger palpable. Without another word, he stormed off the field, leaving his teammates to deal with his bitterness.

As the celebration continued, Alph’s attention was drawn back to Coreen and her friends. Despite the chaos, he couldn’t shake the image of Maxine’s discomfort. Taking a deep breath, he decided to step away. He made his way off the field, the adrenaline of the game giving way to the weariness of the post-match cool-down.

Back in the locker room, Alph moved quickly, shedding his sweat-drenched uniform and slipping into more comfortable clothes. The locker room was quieter now, with most of his teammates still caught up in the afterglow of the win. Trevor approached him, a wide grin on his face.

“Do you like Coreen?” Trevor asked, draping an arm over Alph’s shoulder in a familiar gesture.

Alph’s expression darkened. “What? What’s with this, Trevor?” His irritation was evident.

Trevor shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing. Just asking. I like her myself. If you don’t, I will.”

Alph’s frustration flared. “Go ahead. I don’t have time for this. I’m just here to play and graduate. I need to be ready for next year. You know how it is with the Bow tradition. I’m Alpha. I need to get into that position.”

Trevor raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. He knew better than to push Alph when he was in this mood. Instead, he clapped Alph on the back and headed off, leaving Alph alone with his thoughts.