The Bet ✔

|1| Tyler Davis

The smell of fresh pancakes wafted through my nose as I applied the last bit of mascara to my lashes and unintentionally, I heard my stomach growl and myself becoming hungrier. I slipped my thin, black rimmed glasses on my face and smoothed my strait deep brown locks over my shoulders, tilting my head to try and get a better look of myself somehow, I gave myself a once over in the mirror. Wearing a simple black v-neck sweater and dark wash skinny jeans that hugged my large hips and thick thighs tightly, I sighed.

"As usual this is as good as it going to get" I mumbled to myself. Everytime I look in the mirror I hear the voices of all the girls at my school poking and prodding my mind with all the insecurities and flaws I know I already have -

'your ass has its own zip code'

'I would ask you to join us for lunch but you probably ate it all already!'

'Have you ever thought about wearing clothes that fit?'

'I bet Ariel and Lena hang out with you to make themselves look better.'

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath in already feeling the sting of tears wanting to come out, but I didn't want to do it, I didn't want to cry, I wasn't going to give any of those girls the satisfaction. I slowly opened my eyes to see the tears threatening to fall, I quickly leaned my head back and waited for the tears to be gone.

"Emma, come down! Breakfast!" I heard my moms sweet voice calling from downstairs. I don't know what I would do without my mom, some days I feel like she's the one who keeps me going, other than my two best friends Ariel and Lena, Ive known them both since middle school, we bonded so well together in gym class one day, met each other again in the lunch room and since then its been history. To be quite honest they feel more like sisters to me than friends.

I took a deep breath in, composing myself to make the walk downstairs to breakfast as if nothing is wrong but not before grabbing my backpack off the computer desk. As I walk down the stairs I can hear muffled voices speaking and laughing, as I reach the bottom of the stairs I let my lips turn into a small grin seeing both my brothers sitting in the kitchen.

"Do you guys ever go home?" I question with the same playful grin plastered on my face, dropping my backpack on the living room couch as I make my way into the kitchen.

As my brothers both turn around in unison, I hear my mothers soft voice speak from the background "Good morning Sweetheart."

I heard them both give a soft chuckle and my oldest brother Dean proceeded to take me into a tight hug "Don't act like you don't love it, you can't get enough of us."

Just as I was going to hug my younger brother, Damon I took note of the look he suddenly had on his face, one of disbelief or shock. I gave a slight shrug walking closer to him "Whats with the face?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and looked me up and down "What the hell are you wearing?"

I looked down at my outfit 'what could he possibly think is wrong with this?' before I could speak up, I heard my mothers voice again from the stove.

"Damon leave your sister alone."

He snapped his glare over to my mom and held out his hand, pointing at me "Mom seriously, you let her leave the house like that?"

Just as my mom was about to speak Dean suddenly felt the need to interrupt "Dude would you let it go, its not that bad."

"Not that bad..." he shook his head with a sigh "Her jeans look painted on, every single curve of hers is accentuated, that just asking for guys to grab her ass." he stated waging his finger pointedly up and down my frame.