Fat.

Chapter Seven - Crashing Into Someone and A Grilled Cheese Sandwich

Chapter 7

I opened the door and was immediately greeted by the surge of warm, cinnamon-bun scented air.

I stop for a second to take in the restless atmosphere of the cafe down the road from school.

I let go of the handle and feel a swoosh of air make contact with the back of my legs.

Last time I was here, I was opening my summer report card with Vic.

All the students from our school come here.

I looked across the quaint little cafe, busy as ever. The place was bustling with people. Coffee Cafe is the most industrious place on this side of the city.

I couldn't even hear the usual soothing jazz music in the background.

I looked through groups of tables, all vacant, but none containing the face of Vic.

Where is Victoria? I wondered as I almost walked into an elderly woman's table. I thought I agreed to meet up with Vic earlier?

I decided to walk to the window section of the cafe. Maybe she's be there.

I turn around, immediately feeling a body against my mine.

I shut my eyes. My face is red.

Oh God.

"Woah. Sorry," I hear a male voice ask. "Are you 'kay?" He asks, grabbing my shoulders to keep me still.

I managed to pry my eyes open and nod.

Embarrassment. Is. All. I. Can. Feel. Right. Now.

Moments like this might actually be less awkward if I wasn't as fat.

The person I collided with looked about a year older than me. He had brown eyes and shaggy dirty blonde hair.

The light from the nicely decorated french window gave away glowing red highlights in his hair.

He was wearing an apron and was carrying a dirty cloth in his hands.

He looked like he could be a main character in a t.v show. He was just the perfect looking specimen of a human-male.

"I'm fine," I muttered, pretending to adjust the straps on my school bag.

Extremely awkward Aimee-moment.

"'Kay, just checking," he says, letting go, and moving away swiftly to clean a table.

I sigh, and stare at the back of his head.

Why am I so strange?

Before I have time to look away I hear a giggle.

"Poke," I hear Vic sing as she actually pokes the fleshy part of my upper arm.

"Oww.." I wince, looking up as I see a flame of newly died red hair.

"Wha-?" I ask, while she stares at me with a look of pride on her face.

Vic smiles. "Ha. Dyed it during last period. Math isn't much fun anyway," She says, spacing out at the very mention of math.

I put my hands out to touch her new fire-colored locks. "How did you dry it?" I ask, awe still in my voice.

She looks back and shakes her bangs with her hand. "I used the hand-dryer. It took a lonngg time,"

I laugh. "Well, it's looking awesome," I say, self-consciously tugging at a piece of my dull, frizzy, lifeless black hair.

I notice her attention leaving me and focusing on someone behind me. She flashes a smile.

I turn around and see the guy I slammed into.