Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

I'm sorry but it's not my fault you threw yourself at him

NOT EDITED.

Chapter 36; I'm sorry but it's not my fault you threw yourself at him.

I gave a worried look to my reflection on the mirror. Still, something wasn't right. I mean I bet you I looked "Smoking" hot like most guys would say but I didn't feel right. I didn't like being like this, I really felt like going to this date in sweatpants and Vans since Daniel knew me, and I knew that I liked him. So I was comfortable with that.

But then again, I didn't want to get too comfortable with him. Because we all know what happens when you get comfortable with someone.

As soon as I sighed my phone lit up, and I glanced its way. It was Daniel calling me, I shook my head and answered it.

"I'll be there in a bit." He told me, and I could hear the movements he did as he drove.

"Oh-okay." I answered back and I hung up. I was still nervous about this, date and I had no idea why. I had gone to other dates but I had never felt THIS nervous.

My black and white striped dress hugged my body tightly, it had a backless back and it was sleeveless. It had been the only one that my mother got and looked decent. I was wearing black stilettos and I was regretting it because they were already killing me.

Next time, I shouldn't ask my mother for help when I'm getting ready. My makeup was also overdone, I didn't, couldn't, and wouldn't possibly feel right.

Daniel was probably going to think that I was a whore. I shook my head, why did I even care what he thought about me?

'Because you like him. Stupid.' My own thoughts spat at me.

I shivered, and my stomach did a weird flip. And I felt like smacking my face, I was never like this, why was I acting like this in the first place?

The door bell rang, and I froze and jumped on my bed, my curly hair bouncing around my pale face. I covered my face with my hands and then cursed outloud for probably messing up my makeup.

I ran out my room, and hurried down the stairs cursing under my breath as I accidently kept hurt my ankle.

"Daniel!" I smiled happily, and Andrew's and Daniel's heads snapped up to me. And they both had their mouths wide open as they stared at me.

"I'm done!" Andrew raised his hands in the air and made his way back to his room.

"Anna." Daniel whispered as he stared at me with lust. He looked like a puppy, in love as he stared at me like that and I felt like going up to him and hugging the crap out of him.

And that was exactly what I did, I ran to him and hugged him like it was going to be the last time I saw him.

Why did I all of a sudden feel this way toward him? Why did I care about him? He was the one who made fun of me.

"Anna, enough hugging, I think we should get going." He interupted my thoughts and I followed him to his car.

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"Oh god, Daniel. You didn't have to take me here." I chewed the inside of my cheek as I eyed the beautiful restaurant.

He smiled that sweet smile that showed his dimple and replied: "I had to. Because I have the ugliest girlfriend alive."

I squintef my eyes at him in annoyance, he really had to say that to me? And right now in front of all these fancy looking people?