Insatiable for You

Patty

I was wearing a striped wool sweater and dark jeans. I wasn't wearing any makeup because I didn't even have any. I am already ugly and I can't stand looking at myself in the mirror, but I wondered how I looked. I guess I'd see when Jackson first saw me.
    We knew how to find each other by describing our clothes: he is in a burgundy shirt and a black leather coat. Not difficult to find, but not easy either.
    I sat down on a sofa on the second floor of the bookstore —where we were supposed to meet— and grabbed my favorite book: Girl in Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow. But before I could even start, I noticed him. Jackson was there, talking to a clerk. I can barely hear the words, but I just saw them pointing right up at me. I suddenly look at the book and pretend to read the first page that's just written "GIRL IN PIECES".
    Jackson wasn't expecting me to be fat. I could see it. It was the "wow" look and the looking-for-someone-else-in-a-striped-wool-sweater-and-dark-jeans that gave it away. And he also said:
Yeah... um, hi. So... I don't do... fat girls.
   
I should've said something. I just got myself up and scoffed reaching the stairs to go down to return the book. I got out of the bookstore crying. Of course. Fortunately, there was a bakery right in front of the street.
    Before I could get in, Jackson stopped me. What could he possibly want with a fat girl, am I right?
Hey, Fatty Patty! Don't you think you've got enough fat inside yourself already? You're gonna explode!
I couldn't help it. He was being so honest! Nobody says to a fatty she's fatty! I had to do something. I felt all my feelings going to my hand. And so I punched him, right in the eye. I felt happy... accidentally too much. Oh, no. He reacted.