pretty face [ [ another bad boy story ] ]

✔ two ✔

❌ d e l i l a h ❌

Extra Large.

XXL had been average.

XXXL, a triple X was dangerously on the verge of becoming just baggy. Instead of being very baggy.

Stretchy pants that could swallow your average teenage female.

That's all my bland room seem to consist of ; in clothing wise.

Everything I had ran across, owned before, had not only been something i had been personally shamefully of. Not just by being big, but by being the at the unhealthy amount I once layed at happily. I made excuses back then for why I couldn't change my size. Why I couldn't push my limits and control my bad eating habits. Why I couldn't excersize. I would pity myself over it afterwards.

I mean ;

Never once had I noticed, all the junk food building up.

Never once had I counted the calories in a meal.

Never once had I been so insecure.

I guess Middle School counted for something

It's just now because of it, the memories and the clothing seemed to suffocate my brain, and conceal any figure I had maintained today.

Yes, ill admit seeing my now and then, gave me undeniable pride seeing just how much weight I shredded. You could tell my parents noticed the drastic change as well Adeline. As soon as I stepped back into the house. I was showered in compliments.

It didnt ease the tension of school, which according to my mother, summer ended in two weeks.

Four years was enough to change me physically, but mentally? Two weeks? I'm scared shitless.

Anxiety fluttered through me think about how many students I would have to face in the process of just showing up in period. How many would recognise.

One name in specifically crossed my mind.

I knew I couldn't and I wouldn't put up with there fucking shit this time.

I couldn't. I was still trying to sort out my own. My bounderies were cut short.

I closed my eyes ;

" I'm so sorry." I whispered for officially the twelfth time, probably ticking him off. I just couldn't help it.

Walking Valentino to the nurse, hadn't been really guilt-free. He was making me feel worse about the whole scenro purposely.

Childishly cradling his arm, successfully walking with a limp, and ignoring my the whole route. Literally. He's said nothing. Nothing at all besides a couple curse words and "ouches".

No, I don't blame him for being pissy about it. I expected nothing more or less from him. He was injured by the fat girl.

Who accidentally fell on him.

You should've seen how many people looked at me like I had stomped all over there puppy dog. Multiple people raced just to see if the boy was breathing, claiming they needed to call an ambulance. It was the assistant coach, Coach Cleveland who established he was fine but also made a clear statement he might have bruised a few bones eyeing me particularly on that last one. At the time I didn't pay much attention to it, since next to him, I was still gasping and wheezing. My shirt pulled up half way flashing the student body.

"Please say something! I need to know your okay!" I exclaimed. Of course he was okay, he was walking. Breathing. Being excessively dramatic. I just needed to here it from him.

I anticipated hearing his voice ; ive only heard it a couple of times in class whenever the teacher would scold him. He was the new student. He was the new bad student. Quickly accepted and admitted as one of the 'popular kids' which consisted of stuck ups, jocks, cheerleaders, your regular stereotypes.

But if I knew anything about Valentino, he was more of a rebel then anything.

"Valenti-" I started again but was cut off.

"You know when people told me what a fat ass you were. You didn't have to go and prove them right."

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"DELILAH!" My mother shouted snapping me away from the faint memory buzzing around lightly in my mind. I shuddered feeling both disgust and remorse rise up in the center of my chest. Its not something I can change. I can only let it change me. I reminded myself dully.

"Yes?" My voice lacked volume. I couldn't really tell if she heard me or not. I had gotten accustomed to just living in an apartment where the walls were thin, and her hearing was sharp.

This was different.

"Delilah?" my mother hollared making it apparent she didn't hear me the first time. Several footsteps drawn closer to my bedroom door, passing the spiral stair case we had.

" I have a surprise for you! Your going to love it!"

The footsteps became heavier.

Then they stopped. It took a couple moments of silence with the substance of shuffling before the door actually swung upon revealing the last person I had ever expected.

Charlie Fayette.