(REQUESTED)
Love By The Pound
"Gimme another kiss," Keith pouted.
He would've gotten one if I wasn't upset with him, which unfortunately I am. So instead of granting him a kiss, I childishly tossed my head in defiance and rotated my body away from him.
"You already know why I'm saying no, don't ask again jug head."
"Baby girl," he complained.
I continued to shake him off until he grew tired of my games and brashly took a hold of both of my wrists, pinning them above my head as my back hit the cold stone wall. "Keith let go of me right now. I'm not playing with you today!"
The little scoff that fell from his lips angered me even more, but I don't have enough strength to push the boulder of a man off me. I'm glad he found my discomfort funny – that way when I kick his nuts, he won't have the right to say shit. "You already knew what we had to do when you agreed to this. There is no reason for you to be upset with me."
I sneered, "No reason to be upset? We're in a fucking broom closet! All because you don't want people to know that you're dating the fat girl! I should've never agreed..."
He cut me off before I finished my rant, planting an unexpected kiss on my open mouth. It was soft and sweet with just a hint of tongue, like most of his kisses. "It's not like that. I'm just waiting for the right time to tell everyone, Princess."
"When is the right time, Keith? We've been sneaking around for almost a year," I whispered, letting my arms go limp so he could release me, "You're ashamed of me, aren't you?"
Of course, he's ashamed of me! He's probably only with me to fulfill a sick BBW desire to be with the big girl. I shouldn't've drawn this out with him, I shouldn't have even gave him the damn satisfaction for a whole eleven months!
"No, I'm not! Where the fuck is this coming from?"
"You look me in the face right now and tell me the truth. If you were dating Lauryn, would she be in this broom closet with you every day, or would she be with you and your friends like a regular girlfriend?"
There was a small tick in his jaw before he spoke, "You wouldn't like the truth if I told you."
Stillness fell throughout the room while we stared one another down. This moment was bound to happen eventually, I just wish it hadn't happened when I started to have any sort of feelings for him.
Love is a stupid feeling. You hate them, and yet at the end of the day, you still want them to give you a kiss before they leave. He's right – I knew what I got myself into. Keith came up to me one day and asked if I wanted to hang out, and even though there were doubts present, I took that risk.
That night he took my virginity and we've been together ever since.
I was young, insecure, in denial. I thought that if this was the only way I could be with my crush of three years then so be it; because whenever we were together my weight didn't matter.
We had a connection, or at least I thought we did up until this point, that we assumed could last a lifetime. He made all these promises each day about how he wouldn't hide me forever, that he would find a way to tell his friends. Since it wasn't right to be fucking with the girl they've made fun of since ninth grade. So, fucking what?
Yes, I have some love handles.
Yes, I have a stomach, and a lot of thighs to go with it.
And yes, I prefer a brownie over a stick of celery!
