"Let's go get some pizza," Kristi responded, grabbing hold of Mark's giant hand as they walked. Mark grabbed his backpack from his locker and the two quietly exited the school and walked across the street.
"Wait, Kristi," Mark said, stopping in front of the shop. "I can't go in here like this." He motioned down to his tattered clothes, which almost left him completely naked.
"Look through your backpack," she said. "There should be some gym clothes or something in there." Sure enough, stuffed in the very bottom of the backpack, were Mark's gym clothes. He pulled them out, noticing his shirt was now a 6-XL.
"How did you know?" Mark asked, as he quickly put his gym clothes on.
"Well, since I had changed everyone's perception of your growth--to them, you have always been this size--I figured that your gym clothes would also reflect that."
"Wow," he replied, slipping his shirt on, noticing how tight it stretched across his chest and shoulders now. "Thanks for that." They entered the shop, ordering their pizza, then sitting down at one of the tables. They made small talk as they waited.
"So, have you always had a crush on me?" Mark asked, looking down at the much smaller Kristi.
"Yeah, pretty much," she replied. "I've always liked you. It always made me so mad when those jocks used to pick on you."
"Yeah, me too." The tension from his gym shirt was annoying him, so Mark grabbed a sleeve and ripped it off, leaving only a few stray threads dangling. He did the same for the other sleeve.
"Much better," he said afterward, smiling.
Just then, a boy approached them, probably no older than 9 or 10 years old "Gee, mister," the kid said in awe. "You're so big! How did you get this way?"
Mark hesitated for a few seconds. How DO people get to be this big?
"Just good genetics and lots of hard work, sweetie," Kristi answered the boy. "Well, that and lots of protein."
The boy smiled and ran over to his mom. "Mom, one day,I'm going to be as big as that man." He pointed at Mark.
"That's nice dear," the mother replied, not realy paying attention. She then glanced over at Mark, a disgusted look on her face. "Oh, honey. Isn't that a little bit TOO big? Wouldn't you rather want a body like your brother Dan? He was a marathon runner in high school, you know?"
The kid just rolled his eyes. "But mom! Dan's a weakling! At least compared to him."
"Look, you're not going to be a bodybuilder!" her mother snapped. "They are all freaks and have giant egos! And look at that girl he's with. It's a wonder she's not split in half yet!"
The child stared blankly up at his mother. "What does that mean?"
"I'll tell you in about 5 years," she huffed, trying to calm down. "Now, come on. Sit down. Our pizza's ready." She picked it up and carried it over to a table, where the two began eating.
"That bitch!" Kristi whispered, as their pizza arrived. "How dare she talk to you like that!: I'm going to do something!"
"Just leave it alone," Mark replied. "Some people are just assholes."
"Maybe so, but she still needs to be taught a lesson."
What did Kristi do?
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