Too Fat to Love | E.G.D✅

Seven

Seven| The Fight

"Are we done yet?" Ethan groaned.

"We didn't do anything, but I did." I said in annoyance. The whole time I was over at his house, all he did was ask are we done yet, when he didn't even touch the PowerPoint.

"Is there anything I can—"

"No need, I'm done. Now I can get outta you're hair and now you can go to bed" I scoffed, packing my things in my book bag.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I was just-"

"Lazy, sleepy, Thoughtless, oblivious?" I asked, clutching my book bag "Yeah. I know" I said walking out of his room, downstairs and then out of the door to my car.

It really ticked me off how he had the nerve to ask 'are we done' every two minutes when I was the one doing most of the work, while he just laid back and watched. That's okay though...I know who not to work with next time we have another project.

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"Hey Violet, Wait up!" Ethan called, running up to me.

"What do you want, Ethan" I sighed, rubbing my eyes, After I left Ethan's house last night, I was sleepy as hell, but I didn't go to sleep right away because I needed to cite my works for the last three pages.

"Look, I know your mad, but just let me make it up to you" he said, taking my hand in his. "Let me take you out to dinner or something." He smiled.

"No thanks, I have plenty food at my house I still need to eat up." I said, pulling my hand from his and walking away, leaving him there standing in the middle of the hallway.

When I finally reached my class, I was hesitant to walk in because for some odd reason, the populars were sitting where I usually sat, in the back.

Soon as I walked in, it hit me. They knew I couldn't fit the seats up front, that's why they moved to the back.

I didn't want to ask them to get up because that would be rude, but then again it was rude for them to move to the back of the fucking class just to watch me embarrass myself upfront.

I took some deep breaths before sitting down in the seat upfront. Soon as I sat down my stomach was immediately mashed. It was the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. Just imagine you sitting down at a booth at a restaurant and the table is mashing against your stomach. Painful right? Yeah I know.

"Sit here babe." Ethan said pulling a stool to the desk I was sitting in.

"I'm fine where I am. Thank you" I winced.

"Come on, Violet. You and I both know you don't feel comfortable sitting right there. Just please...stop being stubborn for once and sit down where I tell you." He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

"Fine," I scoffed. "But just know I'm not doing it for your benefit, I'm doing it for mine."

"Yeah, okay." He said, helping me up out of the tight desk I was in.

"What's wrong fatty, Can't sit down?!" Grayson called out, making everyone around him laugh.

"Shut up, Grayson," Ethan snapped "And don't call her fatty. Call her by her name"

"Or what?" Grayson said getting up in Ethan's face. "What you gonna to do about it?"

Soon as Grayson said those words, it's like a trigger snapped in Ethan, because before I could even comprehend what was happening, Ethan was on top of Grayson throwing punches.

"Oh my god, Ethan stop!" I said pulling him off of Grayson who now had a busted lip and a bloody nose.

"Ethan Dolan and Grayson Dolan. Detention. Now." Mr. Hanks said sternly, pointing his boney finger out the door and walking into his own classroom twenty minutes late.

Even though I felt bad for Ethan getting detention...I kinda felt tingly inside, because...that's the first time anyone's ever fought for me before. I mentally smiled because Mr.Hanks was looking dead at me. One wrong move could send my ass in detention too.