The Fat Girl and The Bet

Chapter 12

Ashlyn's pov

No. No No No No NOO! This can't be happening. You seriously can't be doing this. Its  Blasphemy! He is THE best character in the whole entire series and you are just going to KILL HIM?! Just like that?! No WARNING? Not even an intermission so we can get our tissues. You suck. You really Freaking Suck.

I turn the page in the book, and kept my eyes glued to the words. I don't dare breathe. I don't dare more an inch because if I do, I might miss a word. 

An apostrophe that could change the entire meaning of the novel.  He has to confess his undying love for the main Character before he dies. He has to. The book won't be complete if he doesn't. Everyone knows its coming.

Then all of the sudden my book flies out of my hand because the bell rang letting us know Lunch was .  I was in library for lunch, I decided to skip the cafe.

I go on my knees to pick up my book when someone says "I always knew you would get on your knees for me one day Fatty."

 His voices cuts through me, and a wave of nausea roll over me. I can physically feel my insides turn inside out and there is no denying the rancid taste in my mouth.

"Yea well,  I guess Im not the only girl you want on her knees for you." I sneer at him and he just gives me that cocky grin.

"Well, that is quite true. Who just wants one girl all the time?" He bends over at the waist and looks me directly in the eyes. I bit my tongue to keep from spitting in his face, and slowly stand up. 

"What the hell do you want Kia? You know I can't  be near you for  a long period of time. I break out in hives. Terrible rash. Really contagious," I fake cough into my arm and he just smirks.

Yea, lets see how much you're smirking when I slap you.

"Im so glad you asked Gothy." He has that gleam in his eyes, that all serial killers have. 

"I am not Goth." I open the door of the library and make sure I have my book with me.

" Of course you are goth. Who else would you dress like there is  going to be a funeral on Monday?"

"well I was just hoping today would be the day that an STD would finally get into your blood system. Guess we can't be all so lucky." I smile an innocent smile at him. 

"You can't get rid of me that easily Fatty" he replies.

I roll my eyes and push my way past him.

For the next two hours, whispers follow wherever I go. People talking about my seize, my hair, my makeup. there is always something about that has to be said about me.

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"Oh look! Fat ass is here! Hey Chubbs, I want to eat a nice burger for dinner and I was wonder if maybe you knew were the best were located." I don'  even have to look up to know who that voice  belongs to.

"Oh, don't do that Aspen. Those burgers are WAY too greasy." A shrill voice calls out and that makes me look over. It's not a voice I recognize. 

This is a new girl talking to me. I look over to see that Aspen  has his arm draped around a bottle blonde.

Small ass. Small waist. Huge boobs. Of course that's his type. His flavor of the week. 

I swallow the hurt down my throat. The way a person can change over the week end.

I guess Vincent  sobered Aspen up. 

I looked down at my feet and quickly pass them and walk home.