Plump, Hated, And Bullied

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Chapter 63
Lilian POV
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, and the beautiful young lady staring back at me made my heart flutter. How I suddenly became so pretty was something I couldn't wrap my head around, but was a dream come true for me.
The thought of Nate crossed my mind, and my heart fluttered as I blushed. We were going out to have fun tonight. From going to the Park, to the beach, and finally to the restaurant. He didn't mention that this was a date, but what would you call this if it was not a dinner date?
"Go for him, Lilian. This is your chance," I whispered and smiled at my reflection, then took a deep breath and picked up my phone which just had a text popped on the screen. It was a text from Nate, so I quickly opened it.
'I'm waiting for you outside' Said the text, so I quickly checked myself out to be sure everything was intact, and when I was sure, I finally grabbed my handbag from the bed and strode out of the room elegantly. I hastened my steps so I could get to the lobby fast, and I soon headed out of the hotel and went to meet him at the parking lot where he was leaning against his car and waiting for me. He was cladded in black Calvin Klein black jeans trousers, a white shirt that had a Valentino tag imprinted on the front, and a black thick Dior jacket. He had a pair of white sandals which I couldn't tell the product, and his hair was styled in short messy spikes. He was everything perfect and breathtaking. My heart fluttered when he straightened his back and smiled at me, revealing his perfect dentition that would sweep any woman off their feet because he just did.
"Uhm... Hi!" I managed to greet him because, for a sec, I couldn't even find my voice and my breath. Well, he took them away.
"Hi!" He tucked his hands inside his pockets, and damn! He looked like a model in that pose, if not one of those Korean idols.
"How do I look?" He asked me, and I guess he was expecting me to give him a normal compliment, but I only opened my mouth and no words came out of them.
"Ugh! Maybe I look horrible. I thought you were going to like it," when he pouted his lips like a baby, I literally felt my heart hammer hard against my chest and my breath hitched momentarily. The atmosphere was in sweet and good condition, and my clothes weren't supposed to make me feel hot, but damn! I felt like going naked because my body suddenly became so unbearably hot.
"No...no... I mean... You don't," I quickly shook my head, then he leaned forward and smacked his finger on my forehead playfully.
"For a second, I thought I looked horrible," His face was just a few inches away from me, his eyes piercing into mine, and I could feel his breath on my face. Does he know what the heck he was doing to me?
"Of course...not," I quickly shook my head and stepped away from him, swallowing the lump in my throat.
"I was just joking. I'm a fashionista, so I couldn't have spent so much time only to look horrible," He winked at me, tucking his hands inside his pockets, and I slowly nodded my head affirmatively.
"You look gorgeous yourself," Those compliments took my breath away and gave me this feeling that I was on top of the world. You know what deja Vu means? Well, I was fucking in that situation right now.
"Th... thank you," I managed to reply to him.
"Let's get going already. We can't spend the whole day here talking about nothing," He uttered before he pulled the car door open for me like the gentleman he has always been. Everything he does makes me fall deeply and madly in love with him, and even when he does nothing, I still find myself falling for him.
"Thank you," I whispered and hopped inside the car, then he closed the door behind me and headed to the driver's seat where he hopped inside too, and the drive began.
He drove us to a Park first where we had a handful of fun, then from the park to the beach where we spent some time there together, having fun and feeding our eyes with the people that came to have fun too.
"Do you want that?" He asked, referring to the ice cream they were selling at the far end of the beach, and I slowly nodded my head.
"Wait here for me. I will go get it for you," He said to me before he left me to get the ice cream, and I felt my heart flutter. Does he have feelings for me too? I stopped to ask myself before I start to fantasize about things once again, and there was only one meaning to everything he was doing. If he doesn't have feelings for me, then I doubt he would be treating me this way.
"He definitely has feelings for me. He must be in love with me," I said to myself and tucked my hair behind my ear, smiling sheepishly like a teenager that just got her crush confessed to her.
"Here," His voice disrupted me, and I quickly took the ice cream from him. I glanced at him and found out that he wasn't holding an ice cream.
"You didn't get one for yourself?" I asked him, and he shook his head, tucking his hands inside his pockets.
"No, I didn't. I don't usually take it," He replied to me, and I felt a bit sad. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to get me one. What was he thinking about me now? That I was acting like a child and taking ice cream? I didn't want to, but I suddenly felt insecure taking the ice cream.
"Are you ok?" I guess he noticed that I was feeling uncomfortable, so he asked me.
"Do you think it's only children that take ice cream?" I asked him, trying to satisfy my curiosity, but he scoffed.
"What are you talking about? Of course, not," he replied to me, and somehow, I felt a bit relieved.
"Why are you not taking it then?" I asked him, and he shrugged.
"It's cold here. I really envy you for taking that cold ice cream here. You are really strong," He breathed out, and I found myself smiling excitedly.
"Let's take a selfie," I said to him after a long silence, bringing out my phone.
"Bring the phone. I'll take it for us. You know, I'm a bit taller," he emphasized on the taller, but the only thing I could hear from everything he said was the 'us'. That word he said randomly felt like heaven to me. That 'us' meant something else to me, and it sounded to me like he was asking us to get married immediately.
"Su...sure," I handed him the phone nervously, and he took the selfie for us.
We spent a few more minutes at the beach before we headed to the restaurant to get something to eat because I was already famished, and I guessed he was too.
We soon arrived at the restaurant, and we ordered something to eat. Since we kind of have the same favorite, we ordered the same food and began eating.
While eating, a question crossed my mind which I tried to hold back but couldn't, so I ended up asking her because my curiosity won't just let me hold it back.
"Do you have a girlfriend?" He almost choked on the water he was drinking when I asked him that, and he pulled a shocked expression which clearly explained that he wasn't expecting that question. Well, I asked, anyway.
His shocked expression soon dilated into a smile that I could refer to as a blush, and he said those words to me. "Not really, but I have a crush on someone," His reply had me asking myself who he has a crush on. Judging from the way he was treating me, could it be me? I mean, he could only be so nice to his crush to win her heart, which meant that the said crush was definitely me and nobody else.
"Wow!" I mumbled and blushed. I wanted to ask who the person was just so I could confirm it, but I tried to keep my curiosity in check this time.
Hanging out with him was more fun than I'd expected it. We were soon done, so he drove me back to the hotel, and by the time we arrived, it was already 10pm, so I bade him goodbye and headed into the building.
I threw myself on the bed as soon as I got into my room, with one question lingering in my mind. Who is his crush?
"Well, it didn't matter if I was the crush or not. What matters is my feelings for him, and I would definitely get him to be mine even if he has a crush on someone else," I said to myself...