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Story: He Called Me Fat
He knelt down and extended out his hand to me. “I’m sorry a thousand times for calling you a coward. Since I blessed your eyes upon you, you have become the fiercest, bravest girl I have ever met. Will you forgive me, my lady?”
I laughed and said, “Get up, you idiot. I forgive you.” The fight from earlier was gone entirely. He stood up, smiled at me, and then walked to the cafeteria’s door.
I grinned back at him nervously and said, “Let’s do it.”
When I opened the cafeteria door, I was met with the sound of noisy teenagers shouting, laughing, and yelling at each other. The only thing that calmed me down in this turmoil was Peter’s presence next to me.
He put his hand on the small of my back and proceeded to lead me to the lunch line. I could feel people looking at me, and I wanted to hide in a corner. I didn’t want to know what they were thinking, but I bet most of them were awful.
We stopped behind four other individuals who were also in line for lunch. The female in front of us had huge breasts and a very slim body.
She made me think of Mimi and Kiki from when Peter and I first met. What if he acted like a total jerk in front of this girl?
“Hey, just relax,” Peter murmured in my ear, possibly because he could see I was nervous.
The girl in front of us turned around when she heard Peter’s voice. She stared at me like I was a disgusting insect that she wanted to squash with her high heels, but then she glanced at Peter, and her eyes brightened.
“Hey Evie, do you realize how long it’s been since I saw you in here? Blondie remarked with a pout, “You haven’t been sitting with us.”
“I’ve been busy, Brielle,” he said in a voice that sounded indifferent and not very pleasant. I was a little startled since I thought he would have dumped me by now.
“And who is she?” “Blondie, also known as Brielle, questioned, pointing at me.
Peter said, “Ava is a very special friend of mine.”
I don’t believe she liked that he called me his special buddy since she looked at me again and saw the empty tray in my hand.
“I see your tray is empty. Do you want me to get you an apple?” “You know how we girls have to eat healthy,” she replied with a sneer. It was her turn in line, so she offered Peter a flirtatious look before moving to the cafeteria woman. I felt Peter gently grip my arm and brushed off her comments.
I couldn’t believe how mean and spiteful some females were. What had I done to her? She didn’t even know me. I remembered what Peter said outside and came up with a plan. I smiled a bit, and when it was our turn to order, I made sure to get a big Coke in a cup.
“Not with my friends; we’ll sit over there,” he answered, pointing to a table a few spaces away from the one he typically sat at. I saw that we had to walk by the table where Brielle was sitting at the end.
We continued walking towards our table, and as we got close to Brielle, I feigned to trip and spilled my coke all over her, ice and all.
I tried not to smile, and I could hear Peter coughing, probably to keep from laughing.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I said as I reached for a napkin on my tray. “Let me help you clean that.”
“Don’t touch me,” she said. “Peter, get your friend away from me.”
I acted like I was being scolded, and Peter and I went the last few yards to our table. This time, I knew I was walking with confidence and a “screw you” look on my face. We put our meal on the table and sat down.
We both glanced at each other and started laughing.
“You should have seen her face,”
We both commented, “Her face when the drink fell on her was priceless.”
“That was really nice. “That’s not what I expected when I told you to be confident, but I’m still proud of you for doing that,” he remarked with a smile.
I smiled back and replied, “Thanks.”
We fell into a nice stillness. I thought about how I wouldn’t have had the guts to do what I had just done if it weren’t for Peter.
I said in a casual tone, “You know, Peter, you’re kind of awesome.”
“No, you’re awesome,” he added with a wink.
I was lying on my bed reading Jane Eyre, which I had read many times before. Chloe was on the opposite end of the bed with her laptop, and we were both OK with simply being together without talking.
She had started to complain that I was doing too many things without her, so I asked her to come over and hang out with me for the day. I was now reading the portion of the novel when Jane started working for Mr. Rochester when Chloe put down her laptop and remarked,
“Sometimes you’re so dull. It’s Saturday, and you’re reading a book that came out nearly a hundred years ago. In around fifty years, I can absolutely picture you living in a house full of cats on a hill.
I said playfully, “If I didn’t love you so much, I’d be very angry.” “We can’t all be as outgoing and fun as you are.”
“Don’t let me stop you from reading,” she remarked in a childlike manner. “I can see you trying to steal a read while we’ve been talking.”
I smiled at her and then went back to my book. Mr. Rochester was such a dark character; he was definitely one of my fictional crushes. I was just getting back into the book when my phone rang. I knew it wasn’t my parents because they were in the house, and the only other person who would call was sitting across from me, so it had to be Peter who was calling me. I answered the phone on the third.
“Hey, Peter,” I said.
“Hey Ava, what are you doing?” he said.
I said, “Just hanging out with Chloe and reading a book.”
He laughed a little and then said, “Why am I not surprised? Chloe is the girl you’re always with, right?” “
“Yes,”
“Well, I realize this is pretty short notice, but Tyler brought a lot of people over to my place without asking me first, and now there’s a pool party going on. He asked, “Do you want to come over? If you want, you can bring your friend.”
I thought about it for a second. I was really enjoying my book, but I couldn’t help but feel like I should be out-living my life instead of being the future old lady with a house full of cats. I looked at Chloe and asked,
“What do you think about a pool party?” “
“Time and place, baby,” she said.
“Now and at Peter’s house,”
“Come on, let’s put on our itcy bitsy polka dot bikinis and go party,” she added.
“Hey, Peter,” I whispered into the phone. “I think I’ll come, and Chloe is coming with me.”
“Good, for a second, I thought you had hung up on me,” he said.
I laughed and said, “Get up, you idiot. I forgive you.” The fight from earlier was gone entirely. He stood up, smiled at me, and then walked to the cafeteria’s door.
I grinned back at him nervously and said, “Let’s do it.”
When I opened the cafeteria door, I was met with the sound of noisy teenagers shouting, laughing, and yelling at each other. The only thing that calmed me down in this turmoil was Peter’s presence next to me.
He put his hand on the small of my back and proceeded to lead me to the lunch line. I could feel people looking at me, and I wanted to hide in a corner. I didn’t want to know what they were thinking, but I bet most of them were awful.
We stopped behind four other individuals who were also in line for lunch. The female in front of us had huge breasts and a very slim body.
She made me think of Mimi and Kiki from when Peter and I first met. What if he acted like a total jerk in front of this girl?
“Hey, just relax,” Peter murmured in my ear, possibly because he could see I was nervous.
The girl in front of us turned around when she heard Peter’s voice. She stared at me like I was a disgusting insect that she wanted to squash with her high heels, but then she glanced at Peter, and her eyes brightened.
“Hey Evie, do you realize how long it’s been since I saw you in here? Blondie remarked with a pout, “You haven’t been sitting with us.”
“I’ve been busy, Brielle,” he said in a voice that sounded indifferent and not very pleasant. I was a little startled since I thought he would have dumped me by now.
“And who is she?” “Blondie, also known as Brielle, questioned, pointing at me.
Peter said, “Ava is a very special friend of mine.”
I don’t believe she liked that he called me his special buddy since she looked at me again and saw the empty tray in my hand.
“I see your tray is empty. Do you want me to get you an apple?” “You know how we girls have to eat healthy,” she replied with a sneer. It was her turn in line, so she offered Peter a flirtatious look before moving to the cafeteria woman. I felt Peter gently grip my arm and brushed off her comments.
I couldn’t believe how mean and spiteful some females were. What had I done to her? She didn’t even know me. I remembered what Peter said outside and came up with a plan. I smiled a bit, and when it was our turn to order, I made sure to get a big Coke in a cup.
“Not with my friends; we’ll sit over there,” he answered, pointing to a table a few spaces away from the one he typically sat at. I saw that we had to walk by the table where Brielle was sitting at the end.
We continued walking towards our table, and as we got close to Brielle, I feigned to trip and spilled my coke all over her, ice and all.
I tried not to smile, and I could hear Peter coughing, probably to keep from laughing.
“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry,” I said as I reached for a napkin on my tray. “Let me help you clean that.”
“Don’t touch me,” she said. “Peter, get your friend away from me.”
I acted like I was being scolded, and Peter and I went the last few yards to our table. This time, I knew I was walking with confidence and a “screw you” look on my face. We put our meal on the table and sat down.
We both glanced at each other and started laughing.
“You should have seen her face,”
We both commented, “Her face when the drink fell on her was priceless.”
“That was really nice. “That’s not what I expected when I told you to be confident, but I’m still proud of you for doing that,” he remarked with a smile.
I smiled back and replied, “Thanks.”
We fell into a nice stillness. I thought about how I wouldn’t have had the guts to do what I had just done if it weren’t for Peter.
I said in a casual tone, “You know, Peter, you’re kind of awesome.”
“No, you’re awesome,” he added with a wink.
I was lying on my bed reading Jane Eyre, which I had read many times before. Chloe was on the opposite end of the bed with her laptop, and we were both OK with simply being together without talking.
She had started to complain that I was doing too many things without her, so I asked her to come over and hang out with me for the day. I was now reading the portion of the novel when Jane started working for Mr. Rochester when Chloe put down her laptop and remarked,
“Sometimes you’re so dull. It’s Saturday, and you’re reading a book that came out nearly a hundred years ago. In around fifty years, I can absolutely picture you living in a house full of cats on a hill.
I said playfully, “If I didn’t love you so much, I’d be very angry.” “We can’t all be as outgoing and fun as you are.”
“Don’t let me stop you from reading,” she remarked in a childlike manner. “I can see you trying to steal a read while we’ve been talking.”
I smiled at her and then went back to my book. Mr. Rochester was such a dark character; he was definitely one of my fictional crushes. I was just getting back into the book when my phone rang. I knew it wasn’t my parents because they were in the house, and the only other person who would call was sitting across from me, so it had to be Peter who was calling me. I answered the phone on the third.
“Hey, Peter,” I said.
“Hey Ava, what are you doing?” he said.
I said, “Just hanging out with Chloe and reading a book.”
He laughed a little and then said, “Why am I not surprised? Chloe is the girl you’re always with, right?” “
“Yes,”
“Well, I realize this is pretty short notice, but Tyler brought a lot of people over to my place without asking me first, and now there’s a pool party going on. He asked, “Do you want to come over? If you want, you can bring your friend.”
I thought about it for a second. I was really enjoying my book, but I couldn’t help but feel like I should be out-living my life instead of being the future old lady with a house full of cats. I looked at Chloe and asked,
“What do you think about a pool party?” “
“Time and place, baby,” she said.
“Now and at Peter’s house,”
“Come on, let’s put on our itcy bitsy polka dot bikinis and go party,” she added.
“Hey, Peter,” I whispered into the phone. “I think I’ll come, and Chloe is coming with me.”
“Good, for a second, I thought you had hung up on me,” he said.