The Fat Girl and The Bet

Chapter 1(edited)

4/18/20
Hi guys:(.... im sorry if this had/will offend anyone .... I had written this statement when I was going through a hard time with struggling with my weight and people made me feel that being the way I am was the worst thing to ever happen. I apologize deeply to anyone who has taken offense. But I also think many have misinterpreted what I was trying to get at.  I was trying explain how it disgust how they turned a simple word to the "biggest" insult there is. Also if anyone wants this taken down please pm and I'll do so. Hope everyone has a nice day! :)

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Fat.  I hate that word, no, more than hate ,it disgusts me. Anyone who ever called another person fat is dead to me. Why would u bring another person down just because you have a bad day. You don"t know that person life style at home at all. Just because you and your friends think that you are cool doesn't mean that you have bring up another person insecurities just because you think your funny. Still doesn't make right anything right.

A random thought, now on with the story.

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I close my locker as I hear someone whisper my name behind me, I turn around and come face to face with the most deepest blue eyes I have ever seen.

"hey, Cameron" I reply.

Cameron has been my best friend since middle school, I met him when I accidentally ran into the boys bathroom, when some girls were calling me names. I bumped into him when I entered, he was confused at first and told me ,

" You know this is the boys bathroom, right?"

I had clearly made a wrong turn.

Once he noticed the tears falling down my cheeks, he suddenly regretted his words. and we've been friends ever since.

"Ashlyn,hurry up we're going to be late for English." I rolled my eyes at Cameron's eagerness.

"I'm passing that class with flying colours don't worry, I could miss 100 classes and it wont even scratch my GPA." I said while catching at glance at him.

I've also had this cheesy crush on mister golden boy here, but I didn't want my feelings to get the way of my only semi good friendship.

"Yeah, I get it, you are the smartest girl in the school, but I can't afford another detention from Mrs. Freeman. My coach told me if I get another one I'm getting to be benched on the next game. I cant be benched, I'm the quarterback! The star player." Cameron said as he grasped my shoulders stopping me from walking any further. He was very serious about football.

I stared at him, feeling the tingle where his hands were placed.

He was amazingly fit, his hair always in a perfect messy way.

He was a head taller than me, my eye level was looking at his prefect pink lips which opened in a beautiful smile that I wish I, myself owned. It revealed perfect, white teeth. He was wearing a black sweatshirt with a safety pin as a zipper pull. He also wore slightly tattered jeans and a pair of white air forces.

I hear the late bell and grab Cameron's arm and pull him into English. He kept rambling on about how coach was being extra hard on ever since he got a D for math.

Cameron was very smart indeed but he always had his attention on football. Never did anything in school, unless I helped him out. He wasn't really the brightest crayon in the box.

As I walked into the class ignored the whispers and the name calling.
I was used to it. I couldn't do anything about my weight, Ive struggled with it since a little girl.

I took my seat next to the window and looked at Cameron as some of his teammates were calling him to sit with them in the back of the class.

He gives me an apologetic  look and I nod my head letting him know it was alright for to seat with his 'friends'.

Like every other day.  I had thought.

Mrs. Freeman gets up from her desk and takes the attendance. There was some 'here' and 'present' being yelled across the room.

Then it got silent once Mrs. Freeman says "Aspen. Is Aspen Davenport here?"

The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Aspen Davenport , dark hair, dark brown eyes with a gleam of mischief, tan muscled arms, lean muscled abs. Always has a cocky smile, catches all the ladies eyes. Expect for mine of course, he was a player and all he cared about was himself and himself only.

I don't remember last the time that Aspen has been on time for class. That would be a rare sight to see.

Everyone turns their heads to the door as its slammed open.

Speak of devil, if it isn't Mr.Bad boy.

I look around the class, the only seat left was the one on my right. The bad boy has to sit next to me . I make eye contact with dark brown eyes. He stares right back, like he's trying to figure out a secret.

Aspen smiles at me and pass right by the Mrs. Freeman who keeps calling other kids name . Wait, hold up, did Aspen just smile at me , the fat nerdy girl? No way.

He takes the seat next to me and turns to me. Giving me his signature smirk.

It's going to be a hella of day.