Bailey Transon.Plus size teenager, a lover of bus taker and too busy to care of other peoples opinions.With conquering the world other than suffering high school life, Bailey's life was quite unique and different than others. Until, a new guy attra...
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B A I L E Y
"Bailey Jacklyn Transon! You Got A Crush!" Naomi hyperventilated. "No! No no no no. You guys, you're getting it all wrong. It's just-" "It's just what? It's just that you're being a liar! So, who is he? do we know him?" Ollie said, excitingly. "Is he cute? Wait-is he H-O-T cute?!" "Guys....." I looked down, shivering of intense blushing. "OMG-This is absolutely dangerously serious! My baby is growing up!" Naomi started clapping her hands. "Wait- just wait second Naomi. Bail, is he from our school?" Ollie said, turning this over excited fun moment to serious confession. "Let's just don't jump into conclusions here okay?" I said, taking a deep breath before my little bump into him and the crisis of Mrs.Curter.
"So....that's what happened." "Hmm....mysteriously replied....new guy...freakishly tall, dangerous smile...blackish grey haired...." Naomi said by counting his traits and appearance. "He's a Total Bad Boy."
Naomi and Ollie exchange some serious glances and then turn their face towards my position. What is going on?
"What?" "He's a bad boy." "So? Those stereotypes suck at judging people." "No Bail, it's The Truth. Those stereotypes suck but truth sucks too you know." Naomi said, making a point. "Bad boy, geek, four eyes etc etc. What's the big deal?" "Bail...bad boy? Bad boy as in owning motorcycles, wearing all black, tattoos, cigarettes? Bad boy as in.....Rafael." Ollie said.
I took a deep breath. They were pointing to this topic. Rafael. That name didn't really made a comeback to any subjects until this...Bad boys....they have frozen hearts, zillion girls to sleep with and own the school. Bad boys such as Rafael. And me? My hatred for Rafael is in too deep.
Which means....it only follows to one statement. Him.
But deep down, I felt a little ting that he is different. He could be. If he was like Rafael, he wouldn't taken sided with Someone Like Me. He would have just easily get past me when Mrs.Curter told him there was no one in line. But then again, he behaved a little aggressive towards Mrs.Curter. He acted like he owned this school. Owned or not, nobody does Not have the right to disrespect anyone no matter how below their levels maybe.And besides, Mrs.Curter is a senior. He shouldn't had to talk to her like that. But then again, he sided with me.
"You guys-" "You guys what? We are just looking out for you. If another dork like Rafael pick out of your-" "My what? My weight? My hugeness? My thunder thighs? My monstrous arms?" I said, angrily.
I was fed up with this. I know they are just trying to look out for me but that doesn't give them the fact that I can't look out for myself. It has been already a daily basis of picking about my body and I don't need them to remind me of that all over again. I didn't ask for this body, god gave me and there's nothing I can do about it. But getting the thought that "You are different" is already sucking and the feeling of trying to become Perfect was my another nightmare. Their contempt of trying to look out for me reflects nothing but that a fat person needs people to look out for themselves. And me? I am just....fed up.
