Megan
It's hard being me. I've been chubby my entire life. And, okay, I'll admit, my parents spoiled me. Not rotten, mind you.
The thing is, I really have nothing to complain about. I have everything except a svelte body.
I got my features from my dad. I'm often told my figure is like Miss Piggy from Sesame Street.
I'm five-six, with cat-like yellow eyes and long, wavy brown hair. People sometimes say I'm a waste, but what am I supposed to do? Starve myself for others? Nope!
I used to be a social butterfly, but everything changed three years ago. One incident led to another, and before I know it, I weigh more than 200 pounds.
Coming home from another grueling day at school, I enter my bedroom, close the door behind me, and chew my bottom lip as I spot various large envelopes stacked on my desk.
One by one, I tear open the side of each envelope, shaking the contents out.
College acceptance letters. And a couple of rejection letters, too. I applied to some local colleges, but, with some encouragement from Tessa, I also applied for universities abroad.
"You're afraid of change," she would always lecture me. "You really know how to hold on to things. I fear that's going to get you in trouble one day. You refuse to change the design of your glasses. You always avoid trying contacts. You never accompany your brother whenever he travels. And I didn't want to mention what happened three years ago, but you need to move on."
I shake my head to discard those unpleasant memories. I should focus on something else, anything else.
February 28. Saturday Evening. Prom Night.
After that humiliating incident at Jason's party, I was reluctant about attending this dance. But it's Senior Prom, and I think I deserve to enjoy my graduation ball like everyone else.
Besides, Aunt Stacy designed my and Tessa's dresses, and i didn't want her hard work to go to waste.
While my gown is glittery pink, with thin silver straps and floor-length chiffon skirt, Tessa's gown is made of midnight blue chiffon. It's off-shoulder, with short sleeves and thigh-high slit that shows off her sexy curves and long legs. We're both wearing our hair up in messy buns.
Last week, when Tessa informed me of what Jason, said, I vowed never to like him again, but you can't just erase two years of feelings with a snap of your fingers, can you?
Especially after seeing him in his black tuxedo. Darn it, why does he have to be so dapper?!
A little while later, I catch sight of Jason with his friends, Ethan, Gideon.. and Reed..?
Jason has his back facing me, but I can hear them talking.
Molly knows I'm listening as she asks, "So, Jason, are you and Megan dating?"
Gideon chimes in, "Seriously, man? Damn, how were you able to stomach being seen with that pig?"
Ethan interjects, "I know you're nice to her but I didn't know she was your type."
I watch as Molly and her friends gather around their little group. I don't want to hear his answer, but Tessa, of all people, blocks my path. "Megan, why are you leaving?" she asks. "Don't you want to know Jason's answer?"
She smirks, a strange expression on her innately sweet face. What's going on?
I can hear my heart shattering into pieces when Jason finally answers, "Of course we're not dating. She's just a friend."
