I am Sam, a 17-year-old in my junior year, weighing 200 pounds. I am fat; calling me fat is an understatement. I am obese. If you call getting a straight A+ in algebra and trigonometry a nerd, well! I am a nerd too.
I would be lying if I said tha...
"Plum, this is the fifth glass of pomegranate juice. I can't take it anymore."
"Fine," Mia said, her face falling.
I have no idea what's her deal now, but it all started with an innocent glass of juice after dinner for a few weeks. Then she tried to replace water with pomegranate juice. Now she is trying to replace my breakfast with pomegranate juice.
Wade guffawed, "I told you it won't work. Just try the direct route."
Mia glared at him.
"What won't work?"
"Nothing," Mia and Wade said in unison, though there was an urgency in Mia's voice.
I chuckled. Whatever they both were up to, I will find it in no time.
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"Sam, I need to speak to you," Chloe said.
"Yes."
"Can we talk alone?"
Mia glared at her, holding my hands tight. Chloe glared back
"Anything you want to tell him, you can say to the both of us or leave," Mia said angrily.
But Chloe ignored her and said, "It's about my uncle Henry, please."
"Plum, wait here," I said and followed Chloe some distance away from Mia.
"Do you have any news about my uncle?"
Chloe's uncle Henry was our design head. He had gone missing. He called in sick a few weeks ago but he never came back to the office. We had reported to police but there was no news about him.
"I am sorry, Chloe."
She had tears in her eyes as she said, "The last time we met, he looked so scared. I went to his house to stock his fridge. He got a call and rushed out taking my file instead of his. I didn't tell anyone about it, now I feel so guilty."
"Hey, it's not your fault."
"It is, if I had told anyone about it we could have helped him."
"Chloe, we don't even know why he disappeared. Please stay strong for your family."
She hugged me completely breaking down, I patted her head awkwardly. She composed herself after several minutes.
"Thanks, Sam. I feel better after talking to you."
She opened her bag and handed me a file saying, "It looks like your dad's work file."
The file had layout designs and some background information on a client.
"I will return it to my dad."
I turned to find Mia marching away angrily. She ignored me the whole morning and abandoned me for lunch with Lucas.
"Did you two have a lovers' spat?"
"No," we said in unison.
"Guys, I am going to get indigestion with all the tension around me. I am taking off, you two work it out."
Mia stood to leave too, I pulled her into my lap and showered her with kisses.
"Leave me," she said without actual conviction.
"No."
"No!!?"
"Not until you speak to me."
She crossed her arms and turned her face away from me. I kissed her neck, something I never dared to do before.
"Sam," she half-gasped and half-moaned.
"You are adorable when you are jealous."
"I am not jealous."
"Is it so?"
"Hmph!"
"Chloe's uncle is still missing."
"Oh! I am sorry. Any news about him?"
"No."
"But she could have said that in front of me. I hate her, Sam. How could you let her hug you?"
"I am sorry, I couldn't push her away when she was vulnerable."
"Vulnerable? After all the insulting things she said, she had some nerve to hug you. And you let her."
"Plum."
"Don't 'plum' me. Are you always this weak for girls? Are you going to let anyone take advantage of you?"
"Sorry."
"Let me go, Sam. I am very disappointed."
I let Mia go. She was distant for the rest of the day. Angela picked her up after school for her work and I dejectedly made my way to the office. Mia and I reached home at the same time. Things didn't look any better.
She tried to climb onto her bed without a good night kiss. I pulled her, making her fall on me. I caged her between the wall and me on the bed.
"Plum, I am sorry. Please don't be mad at me."
"I am not mad."
"Look at me."
She didn't. I kept prepping her with kisses and finally, she looked at me.
"I promise it won't happen again. She was friends with us before she changed. I just comforted her for old time's sake."
"My memory is not that good when it comes to her, all I could remember are her insults."
"Please don't let her come between us, plum!"
Finally, she relented. I kept kissing not wanting to let go.
"Sleep with me," I asked, she blushed and nodded.
I pulled the covers on both of us, hugged her tightly, said "Good night, plum" and closed my eyes.
"Good night." She sounded disappointed. I scooted to make space for her.
