Chubby Is The New Black

10

I went to Blake's house, suprisingly it's really nice.

A little too nice I suppose.

He's rich I gotta tell you.

"So... what do you need help with?" I asked him.

He looked at me and smiled.

"I was hoping we could get to know each other first... you know for business purposes" he told me slyly.

I'm now wondering if he thinks I'm stupid.

There was a reason why Brandon liked me in the first place.

your smart Elina a little too smart
He'd tell me that.

"Um... Blake, please know this that I don't like you more than a friend" I told him.

"I'm ok with that" he told me "Because I like you more than one"
Funny... I felt kinda sleepy

Brandon
"Hey Bradley" I heard a woman called me.
I turned around to see Elina's mother.

"Hi Rachael, what's up?"
I was at a skating park with my friends.

"Have you seen Elina?" She asked me. Her eyes looked worried.

It's weird. Her mother isn't affected by the smell of weed my friends are producing nor is she trying to stop them.

"No... why?"
"Did she tell you were she was going at all?"
"She told me she was going to Blake's house to study"
"Funny... how comes she didn't tell me about it"
"She didn't tell you?"
"No"
"Let me see if I could call her"

Elina POV

Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god.
This looks like it came from a movie.
My arms and ankles were cuffed to the bed and what's even worse...
I had no clothes on.
NONE WHAT SO EVER.
Oh God, Blake what did you do to me.
The door open and I saw Riyah.
"Omg Riyah thank the heavens can you get me out of these" I asked her.
"You see, I would but... I won't"
"What?"
"Seniqua made me do this"
"But why?"
"Because popularity is a big important thing, and I couldn't stand to see my cousin be a loser while a fat bitch is famous. Especially when this fat bitch steal my cousins boyfriend, what was his name? Oh Brandon"
I cried, I haven't cried since I felt I wanted to kill myself.
Blake came into the room wearing only his briefs.
"Hey babes" Riyah said.
They both kissed.
I think I threw up a little.
"You have permission to finish your side of the deal" she said to him.
"My pleasure" he said while he walks up to me.
Riyah left the room.
While she did that.
Blake took off his underwear.
"Please Blake, don't I beg of you"
"Why are you so afraid?" He said laughing while putting on a condom "It's only plastic"
I cried a waterfall.

Brandon POV

"Hey Brad" Aston called.
I went home and I'm worried about Elina as much as Rachael.
"Yea Ash"
"Are you on your laptop?"
"Yes why?"
"Go on Facebook and go on that Blake guy page"
"Why?"
"Just go on it"
I went on Facebook and found Blake's profile page.
"You on it?" He asked me.
"Yea"
"Now go on pictures, make sure it's on its newest"
I went on there.
The first thing I saw was a bunch of pictures of Elina naked, and being fucked by that Blake.
Studying huh?
Studying my ass.

Elina POV
I woke up from my dream.
Only hearing my loud ear pitching scream.
My nightmare.
Blake told me to keep my mouth shut.
Then took me home.
My I heard my mother's loud foot steps.
She is usually a quiet walker.
"Elina are you ok?" She yelled.
I was crieing my eyes out.
"No" I said, my mother cradle me in her arms while I cry.
"What happened?" She asked me.
I told her everything.
...
In books like this, there is always a cliché with the good girl telling her past to the bad boy... but not like this one.
This is me telling you about my past.
My father Joseph Smith, was a very proud man.
Proud for me and my older brother.
Eric.
My father was the stay home dad while my mom was the worker.
Dad taught us how to do boxing.
Taught me to fight.
Mother was in charge of the boxing club in the town.
So she was too busy to teach us.
I was six when this happened.
Eric was fifteen.
Father was walking down the street.
While some gang shot him dead.
What's even worse.
I was holding his hand at the spot.
I was in shock for years.
I hated Fourth of July because I'd just go into my shock and can't move.
All because of fireworks.
Eric divoted his life to do boxing and said to himself he will make it to the world boxing turniment.
He actually made it, and he went on Skype and told mom and me that he's coming back in town.
My father told me, strong people don't carry guns, strong people use their words to fight their own battles.
That's what he told me when people teased me about my weight when I was five.
At the funeral.
Eric told our family on a microphone.
That the man who killed my father.
Was a coward, and should've used his fists to win a battle.
My grandfather, made a rule that we would protect our family.
Eric got into the gang of the streets and practically was king.
No one messed with my family since then.
But Eric left and the gang got distorted.
I missed my father.
My brother.
I just miss it.