"What's the matter, Pig Jerry? If you're not going to say anything, get out of my face." I said as I approached him, invading his personal space and making my cousin even more uncomfortable.
Jerry, though fat, is a little thinner than I was when I weighed 150 Kg, so not only did he make fun of me for not having money at family parties at my grandparents' house, but he also made fun of me for my weight as a way of self-affirming that he wasn't as fat as he looked.
But now that I had lost weight, this boy no longer had a reason to tease me about my weight, and as my career progressed, he would soon have no right to tease me about my money.
Feeling intimidated, Jerry took two steps back and one to the side, clearing the way for me to reach the kitchen.
Ignoring him from that point on, I entered the kitchen in silence, staring at and analyzing my Aunt Karen and her soft-ass husband.
