My Ugly Mate

Chapter One

  UPDATE:

ALL CHAPTERS ARE CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING!

Sorry for the inconvenience, I thank you all for being so patient and waiting for me. I explain in the UPDATE chapter that I started writing this story quite a while ago, and my editing skills were bad, so I would like to redo some of the story as well as editing. Thank you all so much. 

Once again sorry for the inconvenience. 

I will be done editing the first couple of chapters on 10/21/20.

END NOTE/UPDATE.

"Excuse me?"

I turn my head away from the table I have been cleaning, to the customer sitting with 5 empty cups of coffee. 

After a simple glance, and him not saying anything else, I turn my head back to the table I am cleaning.

"Excuse me?"

I turn my head again, confused. I swear he's looking at me, but I don't think he's looking at me. It's too far to tell and no one ever calls for me. I pick up the dishes and head back to the kitchen.

"Excuse me, you with the dishes?"

I face the customer wide eyed, fully aware that he's talking to me now.

"I'm sorry, I-....I don't mean to bother you, it's just that..."

I shift awkwardly from foot to foot as I keep glancing at the kitchen.

"I don't quite know how to say this...."

I look at the blush on his face, and my eyes go wide once more. What if it's.... me? What if he's trying to flirt? Pfft, nahh he's more likely to tell me he pooped himself.

"I pooped myself."

"You what?!?" I yell shocking myself with how loud my voice is, I nearly drop the ceramic plates in my hand. He awkwardly scratches the back of his head.

"....I said, Even though I'm pooped myself, I was wondering if she has time after work. I only stayed so long, and drank so much to ask. But..... I didn't have the courage." He explained shyly shrugging and pushing his glasses up.

"Oh..." I followed where his eyes were focused on and saw Mayze cleaning a different table. Mayze is my sister and my best friend. We have the same dad but different moms. 

Mayze is also extremely beautiful.

"Mayze! Another one for you!" I holler to her as I continue to head to the kitchen, not wasting my time talking to the man further.

"Excuse me?" A different customer calls. I look at him with his still very hot, and very full coffee. I raise an eyebrow giving a face, as if stating what now?

"I want a different flavor." He nonchalantly shrugs, turning back to look out the window.

This is how it's always been for me, because I'm ugly. Well... maybe not quite to that extent.

I am over weight. However I have good proportions and am very curvy, some might even say voluptuous, others....not so much. My proportions are desired by women, and lusted over by men. But the problem is just that. I find that the men who approach me, only want to use me to fulfill their fantasies.

They shame my body, and claim their ideal type is a thin women with a "big heart". That's the women they want to date, that's the women they want to marry, and that is not me.

When I walk past, men turn their heads and stare at me like I'm some piece of meat. None of them ever dare to approach me. At least not with good intentions they don't.

I'm tired of pointless stares, and feeling not good enough. To prevent this from happening, I wear oversized clothes, and I cover most of my face with my curly and wavy dark brown hair.

Sighing I slip on my coat, happy that this shift is over and I can go home and cuddle with my dog, Hotdog.

"Bye girls! Be safe, it's cold out!" Mayze's mom tells us. Her mom, Renea, owns the café we work at and lives directly above it.

"You ready?" Mayze asks me while slipping on her last shoe, her hair flawlessly bouncing as she does so.

I give her a warm smile and nod. We take the usual route, and start walking to our apartment. "The city is busier tonight than usual." I sigh, looking at the packed streets and busy cars.

"Well, why don't we make it a bit busier?" Mayze suggests wiggling her eyebrows.

I giggle, "What ever you're planning, I will take no part in."

"Oh come on!!!" She complains grabbing my arm tightly, and stomping her feet like a three year old. 

"What is it this time?" I ask with a goofy grin. 

"You never go out unless you're going to classes or going to work. So I'm being a good sister and helping you. Let's go out to eat!" She batts her eyelashes and laughs.

"I know, but that's just how I like it-.....," I look at Mayze's face and feel guilt well up inside of me, "I'll go tonight. To make you happy."

"Well, that took a lot less convincing than usual. What's wrong?" She abruptly asks very seriously, placing her hands on her hips, ready to scold me.

"Nothing. I always normally say no and we go home while you complain the whole way. At the most we settle for some take out or fast food. But today, I will be a "good sister" and I will-"

"Okay!" She quickly says, wasting no time. Mayze pulls me towards the curb so she can hail a taxi.

I laugh at her, sudden change of mood.

"Whaat?! I'm not giving you a second chance to change your mind about this." Mayze nods while shoving me into the taxi.

I just continue to laugh at her actions, while her hand goes on my face as she pushes me in.

"Where are we eating at?" I ask since we've been driving for a while.

"You'll see." She says with a diabolical smirk.

I look out the window at the tall buildings, regretting my decision.