Fat Girl Thin

Chapter Three

The journey takes about 20 minutes and the car is mostly quiet on the way there, I can feel myself suffocating on the silence. Logan does try throwing a few questions at me which I shallowly answer with one word each time.

Reaching for the door handle when we stop, Logan speeds round to my side of the car and yanks the door open for me. "Madam." he says pointing towards the ice cream shop, "This way." He is still smiling. I can barely breath every time I look into his eyes.

My heart starts racing as reality dawns on me. Why would a boy like him, want to be out with a girl like me? No one likes someone this big. What if there are people we know in there? I can feel my head pounding, bursting in my eardrums.

I take a sigh of relief when we go inside, grateful I know no one in there. I still get some odd looks from girls sitting in the corner. Probably wondering why I am out with one of the most gorgeous guys EVER. They start giggling looking my way and I feel like wanting to sprint out the door, far away. It's such a shame that I have all this weight dragging me down.

Logan brings my attention back, "Which flavour Navaeh? I'm paying."

"Oh no there's no ne-" he cuts me off and places his finger over my lips then whips his hand back down and takes out his wallet. My heart is literally in my throat.

He points to the flavour he wants- chocolate, so I just go for the same not to be awkward. He picks chairs out right by the window and I feel my eyes go wide. Why by the window? Does he actually want people to see us? Looking down at the ground, I slowly follow and sit by him.

"Are you okay? You seem uncomfortable? I'm not making you uncomfortable am I!? I'm so sorry!" His eyebrows furrow until they almost meet at the middle.

"No!" I practically blurt out, tiny spit drops flying from my mouth, "No, it's fine. I'm fine." I smile trying to put him at ease. He takes at massive sigh and shovels a big scoop of his ice cream into his mouth. It looks so good, and I don't want to be rude not eating it since he has paid for it. I will have to put my diet on hold just for a few hours. I dip my spoon into the gooey, brown mess and lift out a little spoonful. A smile spreads across my face.

"Told you you'd like it," He grins so wide you can barely see his eyes anymore. Chocolate rests in the edge of his smile, and he starts laughing.

"What?" I say, still looking at the corner of his mouth.

"You're just staring at me." He responds and laughs again.

I blush and look down, mumbling to myself and pointing to the corner of his mouth.

He laughs harder. My face turning like a tomato. He leans in towards me lifting up my chin, "You have some on yours too." He says and wipes over my lips with his thumb, beginning to laugh again. I can't help but laugh too.

I'm having the best time I've had in a while but of course that can't last forever. Two girls from my school walk through the door chatting and giggling together. I try hiding my face so they won't see me but it's hard not to notice someone who looks like a bolder, forever taking up your space.

They look over towards Logan, "Hey! Logan! Fancy seeing you here." One of them walks over and places her hand on his shoulder, which he shrugs off, then she turns her head towards me with her eyebrows raised. I feel like I'm about to burst from the pounding of my heart throughout my body. She waves her friend to come over and begins to whisper something in her ear, glancing at me. I look down, my face boiling.

I'd managed to leave quite a lot of my ice cream in the bottom of the tub, but Logan has left more and I feel like I'm falling. My hands start to shake and my face is in flames. Logan places his hand on my lumpy, jelly leg. "Navaeh are you okay?" he looks worried. I turn my head to the girls. No! Why is he doing this! My eyes are wide. I knock his hand off my lap, the girls still whispering standing next to Logan, laughing like this is the funniest thing in the world. I stand up as fast as possible and fled for the door.

"Navaeh!!"

I ignore him. My head is spinning and my vision goes blurred. I run, well tried to run, as fast as I can out of sight. I can her Logan shout my name again and again. But I'm off, round the corner. Breathing heavily I slump my whole weight down onto the crumbling bench, heaving air out of my lungs feels like the hardest thing in the world.