Chapter 1

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Chapter 1~

Ethan's POV

I laid down on one of the beach chairs and ignored the usual staring and ogling of drooling girls. I knew I had a great body, but did they seriously have to drool? That's just nasty and otherwise unattractive. I put on my Ray Bans and closed my eyes, trying to perfect my otherwise already perfect tan that I had all year round. I leaned back and settled in for a little nap when I heard gasps and whispers.

"Is that Marchesa Little?" I heard someone yell-whisper to someone else.

That name sounded so familiar. Oh! Marchesa Little was known to everyone as the Mars Planet because she was overweight for as long as anyone could remember, even as a little kid she'd always been chubby. I took off my Ray Bans to see what everyone was gasping and whispering about.

I opened my eyes to see a gorgeous girl with legs miles long and a curvaceous figure shyly entering through the pool gates. This was not Marchesa Little at all, not from I've seen. She was always picked last in gym, she was always eating more than necessary at lunch, and whenever there was a football or basketball game her plump round figure was always the last one up. And I hate to admit it, but she was sort of a distraction during basketball games, especially when you're playing in the game. And she was always jiggling when walking from class to class and I'd deemed her Jiggles, but this girl with a supermodel's body was simply NOT Marchesa Little.

"Omigosh, I bet she got surgery, I mean no one can lose that much weight in, like, the whole summer, I mean, seriously." A girl on the cheerleading squad named Anna commented.

I didn't care how Marchesa lost the weight all I knew was that she and her sister were hot and I was going to have my way with both of them, starting with Marchesa.

Marchesa's POV

I sat in the hot and sticky car as my sister, Leesea, blasted the radio and sang along with the words, loudly.

"Hey I just met you and this crazy

But here's my number, so Call Me Maybe

And all the other boys try to CHASE me

So here's my number so Call Me Maybe!"

Considering my sister is a terrible singer, I think my mom's singing genes skipped her generation, it was pure torture. There was yet another heat wave and my insistent sister insisted that I go to the pool with her and, these are her words not mine, "show off that hot new body." I tried to talk my way out of it, but when my sister wants something, she gets it.

I still wish she would understand that I was still self-conscious about my body and just wanted to stay home and finish all the essays that were assigned in English class, even though school hadn't started yet. When you have no social life, homework is your best friend. Enough said. It's not like I don't have any friends... well that's exactly what it's like, but I had my books and family, that's all I really needed.

We finally reached Highwood Country Club and parked in the member's lot. We entered the lavishing main building and a rush of cool, welcoming air blasted us. We had our HCC I.D. card which we flashed at the front desk and they immediately let us through. We made our way to the girl's locker room to change out of our clothes and head out to the pool. As we prepared to walk out the locker, Leesea stopped me.

"I just wanted to say, before we go out there, that I love you and you're the best sister in the world," Leesea said solemnly.

I smiled, my sister was so crazy. "Why are you telling me things that I already know?"

"I'm telling you because when guys start to stampede to get to you, I won't be there to save you and I'm saying my goodbyes now."

I rolled my eyes at my sister's silliness. I wasn't going to let a bunch of arrogant guys and players try to get all "buddy, buddy" with me when they didn't give me a second, let alone a first, glance. I had known I was overweight, which is the term I prefer over "fat" because "fat" is a derogatory term, and no one bothered to get to know me because of the way I looked. But now everyone wanted to "get to know me" and "maybe hang out." No way was I going to change my personality just because my physical features have changed.

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