Chelsea; My Big, Fat, Fabulous Love By Nwachukwu Christopher Ishioma Avwerosuo

CHAPTER 4

" Hey!", someone called out.

" Excuse me?', the person asked. Still nobody answered.

" Please wait up" the person kept on calling

Chelsea kept walking, wondering who was being called, and too afraid to turn around, so that people wouldn't turn and stare at her, if she wasn't the one being called. Since there were others walking in the same path with her.

She knew from experience that if she turns around and discover she wasn't the one, the person was Calling, she would feel like a fool and be embarrassed. She is a very Self- conscious and self-aware person, so she does not want people to stare at her, so she walked on, as if she didn't hear the call.

"Pretty girl " the person called.

" Who the hell are they calling pretty?' a girl she passed by asked, while looking at her.

" That Cow! "another girl said pointing at her and laughed.

On discovering that they were talking about her, she stoped on hearing that. She looked down, feeling bad about herself

"That's rude" someone else said.

"Shut up! " the previous voice said.

Suddenly someone tapped her from behind, on her shoulder.

"What!?"She shouted as she turned around and saw a very young,tall, handsome and fair young man ( not more than 25 or 26 to her 23years).

"Oh, sorry."She whispered, as she became dumfounded and literally starstruck by the young man's handsomeness.

" Hi, sorry for startling you." the young man Apologize.

" No, problem" She accepted his apology.' What can I do for you?' She asked, having composed herself.

She noticed, he was with a friend; a dark skinned, very tall and also handsome young Man."Maybe a friend" she thought to herself.

The other young Man pinched the one talking to her.

"Oh, they have been talking about me. I hope it is something good" She said in her mind.

" I'm Denise Morgan and this is my friend, Lucas" he introduce himself and his friend."And you are? "He asked her.

" I'm Chelsea' she replied shyly.

"Wow! what a lovely name for a lovely girl, I mean lady" he said. " Nice to meet you",he added.

" Thanks, Nice to meet you too" she said.

" I thought you looked, like someone I know " he said a crashing his afro hair.

" Really?" she asked, surprised that someone as handsome as him, will know someone that looks like her.

" Yeah, but just by facial resemblance" he clarified.

" Oh!" she said disappointed.

"But you two really look alike" he said dictating her disappointment and trying to make amends for his minor flip-up in his previous statement." But she is a little bit slimmer and taller than you" he added, making a mess of his compliment.

" Ha, ha ha, he is calling her fat" one of the girls standing near by said, they ( The girls) stopped walking, since Chelsea and Denise started their conversation . The girls decided to rest their back against the fence that was near by, and eavesdrop on Chelsea and Denise's Conversation.

Chelsea, became ashamed of herself and turned red from her head to the tip of her toes.

" Oh" she said again, disappointed and looked down, almost in tears by his comment about the person being slimmer than her, since she was curvy and had a little big stomach.

" I'm sorry I embarrassed you" he said on seeing that she was no longer meeting his eyes and was look down." Oh my God !, I'm making a mess of this" he thought to himself.

"Cheesy and smooth" one of the girls whispered to the other.

" My kind of guy, someone that does not find it hard to apologize" the other girl said.

On over- hearing them, Denise turns around and stared at the girls; that were laughing and making comments,with anger and they turned their faces,but still did not move along, pretending to be having a conversation.

" And you are Curvier than her" He continued his description.

" Why don't you go ahead and just call me fat, hmm. So I will just know that you have finished insulting my weight." She Said without getting the compliment and walked away.

" Where are you going? " He following her and trying to hold her hands. She turns around and slapped him in anger, thinking he was purposely make fun of her size, meanwhile he didn't mean it like that and she wasn't used to a stranger touching her.

" What was that for?" He asked her in anger.

" Don't you dare talk to me, talk less of trying to touch or even touching me" she warned him.

" What do you think of yourself Or who do you take me for?" he asked her in anger.

" Well, you shouldn't have insulted me, I don't need you to describe my shape and FYI, your opinion does not count" she said pissed off.

" But I was trying to compliment you" he defended himself.

" Compliment my foot, don't talk to me next time, if you don't know how to talk to a lady, which I am obviously, or else you wouldn't be lucky next time. Good day and good riddance" she hissed and walked away.