Plus Sized Beauty.

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A week later:

Mondays. I hate Mondays, today was the day I had been dreading for the past few weeks, school starts. I roll out of bed, and walk into my all white en suite. I looked in the mirror, my hair looked like a lioness's mane, clear pale skin, with my normal blushing cheeks. My eyes looked wild, the clear blue looked almost liquid, that for a second I found myself just staring straight back at myself. I was not what people would call fat, Mom would always say I was curvy, and to be honest I liked that word much better.

I looked in my walk in closet, all personally designed by a famous architect that Dad had hired to build the house. Mom had chooses the periwinkle tone to my bedroom, with white and sparkly accents, I truly felt at home in my room. I had a clear view into the vast back garden that was manicured almost daily by the live-in gardener. The pool was covered with a tarp for the winter, but I could imagine the summer with the clear blue water just sparkling from the rays of sunshine. I felt like I needed to look nice but not to overdone, I chose a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a peach colored peplum top that actually fit me well, with a cute chunky necklace that had red jewels on it. Paired with my Mark Jacobs gold watch, and my beige Kate Spade shoulder bag. I ended up choosing a pair of light pink lace ballet flats that my dad had brought me for my 16th birthday last March. I did my basic make up, and did a sock bun on top my head. I looked at my reflection and actually liked what I saw staring back at me.

My Range Rover, (which Dad had insisted on) was parked in the parking lot of my new school. I couldn't move, the nerves from being the new girl and not knowing anyone were really psyching me out. I finally took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked out. Only to be bumped into by a tall solid body, I slumped back, great way to start the day [note the sarcasm]. I looked up at the guy whom I had just collided with, and my breath literally got caught in my throat.

Light brown eyes, framed by think brown eyelashes, a nose that fit just right, high cheekbones that made his face look god-like. His brown short hair was sticking up in a "quiff" kind of way. And he was fit, he stared back at me while I awkwardly checked him out.

"Sorry, didn't really see-e you there.." I murmur, I look up again, and he has this smirk on his beautiful lips, "Don't worry about it babe, you're the new girl, huh?"

He knew I was new, oh god, "yeah I am, I'm Juliet Barcelona, and you are..?"

"Barcelona, isn't that a city in Spain?" He looked at me, curiosity sparkling in his breathtaking eyes.

"Yeah it is, my Mom loved Barcelona, and that's where the inspiration came from.." Was I really having a conversation with this beautiful man?!

He chucked and looked me in the eyes, "creative indeed, I'll see you around Juliet, Oh, and I'm Liam" he smiled at me, and of course I returned his smile, "yeah, see you around Liam"

With that he walked away, I closed the door to my car, and walked into the school that I would be attending for the next two years..