Seducing My Bully (BWWM)

Chapter 1-Mr Perfect

"Quinn! Get your fat Rolly Polly ass out of bed!"

I squirmed around my bed trying to force myself not to be awakened by my older brothers yelling. I hated waking up early, but the more he was yelling made me hate even living. I didn't ask to be in this stupid world. I mean you basically go to school for half your life then work for the rest, while going through obstacles. Life sucks. And sometimes I despised my parents for having me. I was an accident, my dad's pull out game was weak. My parents had me when they were eighteen, a year after they had my older brother; Jackson.

We were both accidents, and sometimes I would wish my mom would have aborted my ass. Today was my first day of high school and my heart was already racing. God I have very bad anxiety and social skills. The only friend I had was my best friend Cindy. We were friends since elementary school, she never treated me like crap, she stayed my best friend until now. She was the only thing keeping me sane.

I heard the door of my room break open and I immediately grabbed my pillow and covered my head already knowing what was about to happen. As soon as I felt cold hands on my ankles I instantly grabbed the edge of my bed. I started screaming as my brother successfully pulled my fat ass off my bed. I rolled off like a burrito still screaming as I hit the floor with a loud thud. He grabbed one of my pillows and hit me over the head with it "shut up! Get ready for school, it's bad enough I have  to take you, so don't make me late" he sneered

He was already dressed and that's shocking. Jackson is always late, like for everything. I was actually surprised he dressed decent this time. Normal jeans, and a regular T-shirt with some vans. He usually dressed like a ghetto fuck boy. I mean seeing him you would think he was. Tall, dark and handsome is what all the girls cooed about. I rolled my eyes, the only thing that was awesome about him in my opinion were his eyes. It's not everyday you see one blue eye and one brown eye on a dark skin guy. Jackson was very tall, like 6'3 tall. Everyone told him to do sports but he refused. He thinks it's lame. He's a dumbass. But other then that, Jackson is Very muscular, he practically lives at the gym. He had a very thick beard with wavy curly hair that he keeps shaved on the sides and a bun at the top.

I know he did not want me to go to his school, he is a sophomore and I'm just a freshmen. I already know he's embarrassed that everyone will find out about me. His fat ugly sister. I mean I'm just assuming that's what he's thinking. He's popular, while I'm not. I've been fat all my life, not getting smaller at any point. I weighed myself yesterday after my mom took me shopping. 213 pounds.

None of the clothes I wore fit...I know my mom was trying but I just couldn't take it. I was tired of wearing grandma clothes. Jeans didn't fit me. I usually just wear sweat pants or loose dresses that fit me. Anything that fits I'll wear, even if it's ugly. I had rolls everywhere. My stomach, arms, legs..you name it. My double chin had double chins. I was a slob, and I blame myself. After my parents divorced my eating habits got worse. I was tall and fat. Almost 5'9. If I was skinner I believe I would be prettier...but it's just hard.

"Quinn did your lazyass hear me? Get your fat ass up and get ready, you're always so slow!" Jackson said barking at me some more. I had a little trouble getting myself up, so he pulled me up with one arm with ease. My brother is really strong and that's what I hated. We didn't really have a good relationship. We had two different personalities. He was always with the in-crowd as I was not. He liked partying while I liked to stay home and read or spend time with our mom. My dad lived in another town with his girlfriend; Sue. Jackson and I stay with my mom in knightdale  and my dad visits every weekend to take us back to his town; Durham.

My parents couldn't stand eachother. They often fought a lot over petty stuff. I just think my mom is upset that my dad found a younger girl. In my opinion my mom still looked better then Sue. My mom was model tall, beautiful brown skin with grey eyes and a killer smile that have men on their knees weak. Looking at her you would think she was Indian because of her waist length silky long hair. But she's just black. A beautiful queen. I wish I was that beautiful. My brother got his good looks from my dad. Tall, muscular, but an older version. The only difference was that my dad had tattoos all around his body. After the divorce three years ago he had no problem finding someone new while my mom decided to stay single.