Petty SideChick : Curvaceous Woman

Chapter 3

" My best Friend is another pear of eyes that God has blessed me with when mines aren't working" -Yushi

Beautiful is weighing under 130lbs. Attractive is having the perfect hourglass figure. Jealousy is watching your 128lbs best friend cries about being fat while your sitting on your couch eating chips adding to the fact that you're already weighing over 170lbs

I should slap her. I should slap her for talking shit, I should slap her for being inconsiderate of the actual fat girl sitting in this room.

"I am so ugly!" she cried while studying her perfect hourglass figure in the full-length mirror.

No, I am.

I huffed passing by her to grab my self a soda from the kitchen.

"I have zero time to put up with your drama today" I honestly told her. While sulking in my own emotions.

" Then why won't he call me back?" She desperately asked throwing her hands up in the air.

I rolled my eyes, "It's only been two days!" I yelled annoyingly.

"Exactly" her eyes were wide apart staring me down. "Two twinkling days" She frowns before walking over to the couch and dropping her weight on it.

"That's record time" She mumbled.

Indeed it was record time for her, normally her one night stand would call her back as soon as the sun peeks over the horizon. Before, it was her ex 'wet' who held the longest record of 22 hours.

I walked back over to the couch and joined her while she sulks about her possible failing one nightstand.

"Tell me what he looks like?" I asked her.

Her eyes dilated when she sighs and suddenly a dreamy state took over her eyes. He must be someone special.

"He is tall about 6'3, sexy caramel skin. His thick muscle building body felt soft and hard under my skin and he has the perfect chisel shape face with pricing brown eyes and full pink metallic taste lips -"

"Is that normal?" I asked.

With a lazy look on her face, she asked: "What would you know?"

She was right, what would I know. I spent my entire secondary and high school life being bullied instead of working on romantic sparks. Then by the time I was in college, my self-esteem was lower than the 20 U.S dollars in my bank account. Not saying that no one was interested in me in those four years but the ones who were interested I just couldn't seem to trust. I believed that they want me because:

1 It was pretty obvious I am a Virgin.

2 They were scheming up something that would hurt me or...

3 The guy was too ugly to date another girl and thought I would be a catch to settle with. So before they could even open the gate to steal a shot, I shot down those hormonal opportunists.

"Carry on," I told her no longer interested. Luckily for me just as soon as she started getting very detail about her night of passion the doorbell rang.

"Girl!, he separates my lips with his fingers and then places his warm tongue over my-"

"Hold on," I told her getting up and instinctively she also did.

I walked to the door and peeked into the peek hole looking at a tall freshly shaved bodybuilding black guy looking down on his phone. Instantly I turned around to look at Trish staring at me with the 'who is it?' Look which I replied to by shrugging my shoulders 'I don't know'.