Love at First Bite

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* Adrianna's POV *

"Ana? Let's go we're gonna be late!"

I grab my backpack and two packs of M & M's for breakfast. I decide not to tuck my shirt in since it made my tummy look like jello, which suddenly made me develop a taste for some.

"Hey dad," I hop into the passenger's seat, "buy some jello for dinner tonight, alright?"

He starts up the car as the engine sputters a bit before roaring. "That sounds appealing, but I was thinking pork chops."

I gasp in excitement as soon as I hear the word pork. "Oh my God, dad we haven't had chops in forever!"

"So I'm guessing pork chops for the win?"

I nod and smile. "Definitely."

My dad and I have always been close, with food being the main factor that brings us together. He taught me how to cook at the age of six and ever since then, I've been in love with food. Pork chops, spaghetti, tacos, pizza, steak, burgers, large fry, chocolate shake.

You name it, I eat it.

I play around with my locket hanging around my neck as dad continues to drive down the bumpy, shitty road. It's crazy how we never fail to pay our taxes but they never seem to fix our damn roads.

Fucking morons.

The locket contains my mother's photo who died when I was eight. She was a foodie too, except she hated the weight that came along with it.

My mother was bulimic but my dad and I didn't find out until he caught her shoving a finger down her throat in the bathroom.

We did all we could to try and help her; setting up diet plans to assist her in eating healthy, talking to therapists, attending seminars along with other people who were in her same situation, everything you could think of, but she didn't want help because whenever she looked in the mirror all she didn't feel pretty. She couldn't look past her weight and see what my father and I saw - an astonishing hard-working wife/mother.

My mother didn't love herself, not even through her childhood. Her whole life was filled with being self-conscious and insecure.

But those are things I try not to remember about her. Instead, I focus on her contagious laugh, how great of a cook she was, how she never failed to be there for me whenever I needed her.

After my mother's death, dad was determined to teach me about self-love. He made me look in the mirror each day to tell myself that I'm beautiful, that I'm a queen.

I like to consider myself the queen of food.

It's hard being obese sometimes, especially when you attend a high school consisting of nothing but coke bottle shaped girls and assholes who like to make jokes about your weight.

But instead of being ashamed, I embrace my fat rolls. They come in handy, like for when I'm shoplifting. I can just shove a candy bar right in between one of those fuckers. Works every time.

We pull up to the main front doors of my dreadful school- South High School, home of the pissy jaguars.

"Don't forget, I'm picking you up early for your physical appointment," dad reminded me.

I roll my eyes for I hated getting my physical done with a strong passion. They make you touch your toes and stretch and all that other nonsense.

Well, at least I get to skip gym.

"Have a good day at school, beautiful."

I climb out of the car and right before shutting the door I reminded him, "Don't forget the pork chops!"

Leaving him with a smile, I enter the school into a hallway full of chattering students. As I walk towards the cafeteria I reach into my pocket for my M & M's. I rip it open with my teeth popping the chocolate goodness into my mouth.

When I enter the cafeteria my eyes instantly land upon my best friend of whatever many years passing out papers to people along with the rest of her bitch squad.

Francesca and I became friends right after my mom passed away. She was new to the neighborhood and enrolled at the same elementary school as mine. My dad made me show her around, but I couldn't introduce her to anyone since I didn't have any friends.

Francesca seemed to get along with everyone just fine, which wasn't a surprise because she's, well the definition of perfect. Her perfect silky dark brown Hispanic hair, her perfect beautiful brown eyes, her perfect white smile.

It turned out our dads worked at the same company, so my dad invited them over for dinner. Francesca fell in love with my cooking along with her father.

Overtime, Francesca's dad got promoted and soon took over as the CEO while my father remained in his position as maintenance. They moved to a wealthier part of town into a huge mansion, making her even more popular now that she belonged with a "high society" Not only did she have the looks but she's also loaded with money, and since she's an only child her father gives her anything she asks for.

Even though our fathers no longer speak due to Francesca's dad refusing to associate with people with a lower status than him, Francesca still took me under her wing and we remained best friends, which didn't change the fact that all her other snobby rude friends hate me. She forces me to hang out with her bitch squad, with me as the unattractive one of the group.

They make their rude comments -usually about my weight- but Francesca usually just laughs it off and tries to defend them. She usually hits me with the "Oh, they're just messing around," or "You're just being sensitive, lighten up."

How about I light up their fucking houses into flames.