Two Faces One Escape (Re-editing)

Chapter Two

Jennavieve Tora'lei Wilkins

I thought about that cute boy I saw earlier today. His glasses, piercings, braces, his pretty pink lips, or the tiny mustache on top, or his curly hair, the way he smelled so good, his height, how polite he was, or his gorgeous smile! Everything about him got me thinking about him. He's just so cute. I took a risk getting his number today but he probably just wants to be friends. And I'm completely fine with that.

I walk into the girls restroom looking into the mirror. I feel confident today. My gorgeous dark skin my mother taught me to love or my thick puff on my head. My glasses that sits high and mighty on the tip of my nose. My plump two tone lips. My 282 pound curvaceous body. I don't know where this confidence came from but I'm just so happy it arrived. After checking myself out I head to the lunchroom where I hope I could find a good seat.

Walking to the lunch room I look around not seeing anywhere I'd like to sit. My cheer captain doesn't even want me to sit with them but I don't mind it. Walking further I spot the boy from earlier. He sits in a manspread while bopping his head to the music from his Beats. Walking closer with a hopeful smile, I tap his tatted hand causing him to look up. Giving him a little smile, he smiles back showing his red braces.

"Hi, umm I was wondering if I can sit with you?" I say nervously causing him to smile shyly. Sexy bastard. "Yeah, go ahead." I nod before placing my hands under my skirt and sitting down to prevent my booty on the nasty seat. I notice he wasn't wearing his glasses right now. His eyes are just so beautiful. It reminds me of a place filled with nothing but beautiful green pure hills or a rainforest.

Taking out my lunch I munch on my chicken wrap my mom made me slowly. I don't want him to think I'm a pig or anything if I eat too fast. Munching slowly I noticed he brought lunch as well. I guess because of his braces because most boys just order it to the school. Looking down I see he's eating yogurt, fruits, and soft tacos.

"It's rude to stare." I look up feeling embarrassed while his eyes were fixated on little ole me. I continue to munch on my wrap slowly feeling the embarrassment still lingering around me. "Sorry." He smiles shaking his head. "Naw you good. You want some?" I shake my head rapidly feeling as it would pop if I kept going, I just couldn't take anything from him.

"Oh no! I'm good I'm just gonna stick with my chicken wrap." He nods his head as he watches videos. "I don't need much more food anyways." Muttering those words, I sigh before putting the wrap back into my container. I lost my appetite. He looks up and I make eye contact with him, I could've sworn his eyes were black. I blink to refresh my memory before seeing his green eyes staring back at me.

"Don't say that. If you want to eat then do so. I won't judge you in fact I like everything about you." I blush deeply while his laughter flooded my ears. His laugh is so.... Cute. Yet deep.

"Thank you." He nods with a small grin on his big lips. "And stop eating like ratatouille. I saw them tiny ass bites. Girl if don't chow down I know it's something." I shake my head laughing at him crossing his arms pouting. He so cute.  How was I going to tell him Ratatouille is the name of the movie not the rat? "Okay, okay! Do you want to walk with me to Art?" I sounded so nervous but how would you know if you don't ask? He nods smiling while my face starts to form my lips into a smile for me.

"Yeah, sure! I'd love to!" He clears his throat while I let out a contagious giggle.  "I mean it's whatever, for real." I nod before deciding to finish my food. I actually felt comfortable to eat around him. He made me feel like a regular person.
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Walking to art class I sigh hearing my thighs rub together. What makes this even worse is I'm wearing a school uniform skirt so the chafing is horrible. I take a glance at the extremely taller boy seeing his nose piercing. He looks down before grabbing my hand and lightly pulling me to class. He's so tall so I'm just being tugged on right now like a game of tug of war except I'm the rope.