The Popular Plan

Chapter 14

song of the chapter: here// alessia cara

I rubbed my eyes and focused at everything around me. I picked up my phone out of my dress pocket. The time was 6:45. Cups and people were scattered around the floor. Some were asleep in random places, such as the TV stand or on top of a stereo. I found Tayah in a corner, drool coming out of her mouth.

A guy that I haven't really talked to before walked over to me. He started laughing in my face and so did everyone else. "HOW'S THAT PIZZA FOOD SLUT?" He yelled. Spit flew all over my face. His breath smelled like alcohol. "You look like you're going to puke. My name is Bryan. You look terrible. But if you want to throw up, you're gonna have to go outside."

I rolled my eyes and sat up on the couch. "Okay, I have no memory from last night. Was I drugged or something? And um, why are people calling me a Food Slut?" I yawned and became aware of my breath.

My breath smelled like I downed a bunch of beer. No, it smelled like alcohol. I was too young to be having alcohol! "Um, did I down some alcohol last night? I smell like an alcoholic." I wrinkled my nose and Bryan laughed.

"It's the punch, FS. Someone spiked the punch on accident! Filled it up with six bottles of tequila and vodka! Even if you had a cup in your hand you can still smell it on you, even if you didn't drink it."

I wouldn't say it was an accident. Stupid, idiotic people.

"And you downed so much food, FS. You're fat. So now, you don't get the same privileges at a party. Food junkie."

I couldn't believe people were calling me that. That was when I noticed the pizza boxes scattered around the floor.

All the memories from last night came flooding back to me. Tayah being so mad at me because I ruined myself, me downing all the pizza, me wanting to throw up, being fat shamed. All of it was making me sick.

"I think I'm going to go home," I mumbled, sitting up. Bryan and the other people who were awake started to laugh. I stared down at my dress which was absolutely covered in sauce.

I felt tears stinging my eyes as I walked out of the destroyed house. I felt like I was going to throw up. Nothing like that ever happened to me before.

I went to call David. He may be a jerk to me, but I know he loves me more than anyone in that freaking house.

I dialed his number, just wanting him to come pick me up. After what seemed like forever of waiting, a tired and annoyed David picked up at the other end of the line. "What's the matter?" He said, a tone in his voice.

I started crying in the cold morning air. "I-I want to come home. I need you to pick me up. Please. I'm going to explain it all in the car, but please just come. These people are jerks!" I heard a door open behind me.

"I'll be right there, don't worry. Just... Just stay come, okay? Stop crying." Footsteps were getting closer to me. "Bye."

I hung up my phone and turned around. Tayah was walking towards me, a small smile on her face. She walked over to me and gave me a hug. I wrapped my arms around her, sobbing. I wasn't a Food Slut.

She pulled away from me, revealing a big red stain on her dress. She laughed at it, while I continued to cry. "Ken, you aren't a fatty. I know you think you are, but you aren't. You know why? You can change yourself, so therefore you aren't fat. I wouldn't like it if you went through all the hassle to change yourself, but-"

She was stopped short as my brother pulled up in his car, beeping. Tayah looked at me once and ran back into the house.

I slipped into my brother's car and started crying. He didn't know what to do, but I know our car wasn't moving. He stuck out a hand and patted me awkwardly twice on the shoulder. I looked up at him, giving him a weak smile.

"That was the most touching thing you have ever done to me," I said with a laugh. David laughed too and started the engine back up. "Can we go home, please? I'm starting to really not feel good, I'm sorry." David nodded and we went off back to our huge house.

We drove the five-minute drive back to our house in silence. I had the window down, which felt good against my hot, flustered face. I needed to do something. About all of this. I wasn't tolerating it anymore.

We pulled into the driveway and I got out quickly. The air warmed up a little more and it felt really good against my skin and for my stomach. I smiled to myself and walked onto our porch. "I'm just going to stay here for a few minutes and just relax," I told my brother.

He nodded and went inside the house.

I pulled out my phone, having an urge to text Bella. I went to her contact on my phone and texted her. I mean, she should be up. She goes for her morning runs at this time.

Me: Bella, where do I begin to say how much I miss you? Things aren't good without you here. I need you here. I've been called a Slut.

Bella: Wait, what? A slut? McKenna, no offense, but you haven't ever had a boyfriend in your life! What makes people say that about you?

I could feel the tears brimming my eyes. This was a different type of slut. I was a Food Slut, and no matter how much I heard it and said it, it just got worse. It wasn't funny. It meant that people genuinely thought I was fat and they wanted to avoid me.

Me: It's... Different than what you think.

Bella: Oh?

Me: I'm a Food Slut.

Bella: Wtf is a Food Slut? Someone who loves food? Bc girl, I'm right there with ya! Don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about.

I thought about what Stuart had told me. Only the skinny survive.

Me: Yeah, you're right. I'm sure it's just a stupid idiotic nickname because I some pizza at a party last night.

It definitely wasn't a big deal anymore. After I change myself, and everyone's views of me, then Food Slut will be no more. It'll be more like Queen of the School.

Me: Ever since I was a small child, I was teased about being too short or too fat or having super long hair. But now I am new at my school, so why not try to be popular?

Bella: Wow, Ken, that was deep. But um, I think you have one thing wrong in that. You were never teased for having long hair? People loved your hair.

Me: So? Does that matter now? I'm going to change myself. But not right now, or for a couple of weeks prolly, because I have to come up with a plan.

Bella: A plan? Are you out of your mind, Ken?

Me: No, I don't think I'm out of my mind. But I can already picture the title for my plan. THE POPULAR PLAN.

No, I do think I'm out of my mind.

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A/N:
Why I chose Here: If you listen to the song it describes McKenna's situation at the party perfectly! Everyone was doing stuff and she's like okay idgaf about all of you but you make me nervous?

Idk.

We are spiraling into the climax of the story quickly! Next chapter will be the last "Intro Chapter" before we get into McKenna's master plan muahahahahh.

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