The Definition of Love-A Trevor Moran Fan Fiction

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sun shining brightly in my eyes through my window. I sit up in bed and wipe away the sleep from my eyes. My alarm clock reads 7:38. I have a little while to get ready for school, which starts at 8:15, and I only live across the street.

I go to me bathroom and cringe at the sight I see in the mirror. I am anything but a girl who lives in LA. My brown hair is all tangled in a messy bun, my makeup all smeared under my eyes, and my chubby short body not looking any skinnier. I grab my straightener and makeup and make myself look tolerable. By the time I'm done it is 8:05, so I run to the kitchen and grab my backpack and lunch money, and I run out the door while screaming goodbye to my parents and two brothers.

I go directly to my locker, and right as I'm grabbing my english book I feel two hands on my shoulders and I get so scared I literally shit myself.

"Hahahaha gotcha' Jess!" Says my best friend Chloe. I should have known it was her. That little bitch.

"Oh my God you know I HATE it when people scare me!!!"

"Oh, calm down Jessica. Anyway...has anyone asked you to the Fall Ball?" Asks Chloe way to excitedly.

"Are you kidding? Of coarse not!" I'm practically crying because I'm laughing so hard. Chloe just sighs at my response as the bell rings. She hates when I'm insecure, but it's hard to think you have "beauty" when no one tells you, or when you are nowhere near a size zero. We part ways and I start to think about what it would really be like if someone asked me to the dance. As I'm walking lost in my day dream, I accidentally bump into the Senior Bitch Nikki.

"Hey! Watch it Shamoo, I was walking! God, freshman!" She stomps away in her designer heels with her little group following. I try to ignore her comment but I can't help but look down at my belly. I instantly become embarrassed and I walk the remainder of my way to class covering my stomach with my arms. I am suddenly snapped back into reality, regretting even thinking about the Fall Ball. I mean, watching Nicholas Sparks movies with a bowl of popcorn is just as fun, right? Ugh, who am I kidding? I find my seat in English class and I try to think about anything else. Because why waste time dreaming about the impossible?