pretty face [ [ another bad boy story ] ]

~ PROLOGUE ~

~ PROLOGUE ~

" its hard to be brave.
when you're alone in the dark."

- nightmares, ALL TIME LOW.

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            "THERE SHE IS." I heard multiple mutters spread randomly across the room, hushed whispers trying their hardest not to be obvious but failing miserably. Because I heard. Everyone in the lunch room heard. I knew and accepted the fact they were all talking about me.

   All the  conversations had conspired to take me down with a single blow. That of course held many in one readying to fire.

" Do you think it's possible to choke on her own double chin?"

" Which one? All of them?"

After a moment of silence ; there had been a chorus of deviating laughters. From all around ; People I didn't know. People that didn't even know me.

Or well they did know me.

I was famous.

For being bullied. By that I mean ; searching my name on Google would bring up several man made websites, and memes all centering around my face. Doing god knows what ; they always caught me in my off moments.

Which seemed too be everytime I turned around.

There was someone watching me with their camera directed in my view filming me for total failure and humiliation. Not fearing me catching them in the act ; but missing the moment.

It was a total waste of time, as well as phone storage. But that was just me. It seemed everyone else got a kick out of it.

"I think the whale is swimming in the red sea again. Look at her pants."

I wasn't even on my period! Hell, I haven't even started that stage of life, I was a late bloomer.

Yet despite all odds my cheeks flushed a crimson color, as I stared down at my plastic trey mounted with food. Shifting my weight around uncomfortably ; I could feel the fat bolted around my thighs and ankles rub up against each other possibly giving me another rash. Raw skin and stretch marks covered my body inch by inch. Sometimes if you looked closely you could see  California's large road system mapped across my stomach and amongst my arms. It was embarrassing.

I mean I wasn't that heavy..Or at least I didn't think I had been.. I was on the verge of an official two hundred pounds. Sure, it was an unhealthy amount but there had been larger people in our grade floating around under the radar hitting an even higher scale.

Why did they all have to call me out? Why was it only me? Whenever id mention it too my mother she would wave it off and mutter it was because of the kids. That they were all jealous.

And I believed it good and well for a while. I even trumpeted around the school with my chin lifted, and head held high.

But then they took it all away from me. They all snatched my tiara from the palm of my hand ; and made me go tumbling right down after it.

I felt a tap whisp across my shoulder blade, as I finally steadied myself in my seat attempting to sit down without splitting my pants again. God, knows I've done it like three times just this year.

Id rather not make a fool of myself.

I turned my head to glance over my shoulder, struggling slightly just to see who it was, and to see it was just him.