fame

prologue

*3 years ago*

"do you really have to go B?" i looked down at my hands playing around with my fingers as he packed his clothes into another suitcase "Skye, this is a huge opportunity for us, you know that"

i shook my head and sighed wondering why he had to leave so soon "i know, i know. its just, im gonna miss you, you're my best friend and have been since we were 10"

i heard him chuckle so i looked up at the boy in front of me and pouted "do you at least still need me to drive you to the airport?" he nodded and i smiled rolling of the bed, making my feet come in contact with the hardwood floor.

i didnt want him to leave, hes always been my best friend. nobody else accepted me and when he came to my school, he protected me. i wasnt skinny, or even close to it, thats why i had no friends. no one wanted to be friends with the fat girl.

i walked over to him as he was struggling to close his suitcase and i pushed down on the top, making him able to shut it easier. he shook his head and pushed up his glasses "thanks"

i sat back down on the bed making the mattress sink below me and i sighed "im going to miss you brandon, so fucking much"

he sat next to me and pulled me in for a side hug, resting his head on my shoulder and i smiled at the contact "promise me you wont ever change Skye, you're such an amazing girl. dont change for anybody" i let out a small laugh but he continued to speak "and who knows, maybe when you finish high school you can follow your dreams and come to LA aswell"

i chuckled and wrapped my arms around him "thanks, and dont break your promise yeah, i still want calls and texts whenever you can"

he nodded and stood up "okay we gotta go otherwise im gonna be late" i nodded and grabbed my keys, spinning them around on my pointer finger accidentally making them fling across the room "oops"

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i havent heard from Brandon at all this last month, the last text i received from him was to tell me he landed safely in LA. he unfollowed me on everything too, i honestly wanted to cry, but i wasnt going to let him get to me, i refused to. i tried calling him multiple times but he always ended the call straight away which made me want to punch him. but i couldnt bring myself to cry.

deep down i knew this would happen. he'd move away and forget about me and live his best life, and i was happy for him but it still drove me crazy knowing that he forgot about me when he promised he wouldnt.

i pulled my phone out of my pocket and went to my contacts, scrolling until i found his name. i contemplated clicking on it but did it anyway. i knew he wouldnt pick up but a part of me wished he would. my breath stopped when the beeping cut out and i heard breathing on the other end of the line. i instantly smiled "brando-"

i was cut off before i could finish "the fuck do you want Skye? jesus fucking christ"

my smiled instantly turned to a frown and i was at a loss for words barely managing to stumble out even the smallest of words "i-i uh"

"look you fat fuck, stay away from me, i dont want you to call this number anymore, actually as a matter of fact, im gonna block you"

before i had time to react, the phone hung up and i was sat there shocked. Did he just call me fat?

He was the last person id expect to call me that, after all these years of him protecting me, i cant believe he'd betray my trust like that.

I threw my phone onto the pillows at the end of my bed and stood up, making my way over to the mirror, looking myself up and down in my reflection.

I had weighed myself the other day, i was 250 pounds and i hated every part of it. I hadnt had my first kiss because boys were not interested in me at all and not to mention i havent even had a boyfriend. And look, i know there are more important things to life than boys but i just want to feel loved.

I pushed my brown hair behind my ear, lifting my top over my head revealing all my stretch marks and pinched the fat on my hips sighing. When we were younger, Brandon used to call them lightning bolts and said i had superpowers which always made me laugh, but not anymore.

I always struggled with my weight and he knew that, calling me fat just ruined any ounce of confidence i ever had. i dont think people realise that being called what you most hate about yourself by the person you love the most, hurts more than if an enemy was to say it.

I shook my head and tied my hair in a ponytail on top on my head, it was time for a change.