Partners in Crime

Someone Like Me?

Liam de Leon? Never heard of him. Maybe he doesn't go to North Valley...? If he did I would have seen him. That blue hair was hard to miss.

"Hello-o? You got food or no?"he asked. I noticed he had a slight accent.

I shook my head, not taking my eyes off him, trying to place his accent.

"Alright then." Liam stopped playing his game and put his phone in his pocket. He stood up lazily, as if he had been sitting there for a while. Then, he brushed himself off,dirt and leaves falling off his black jeans. He looked up and saw me staring at him.

"What?"he asked with his unplacable accent.

"Nothing," I whispered looking at the ground. I didn't notice the way he was looking at me. Squinting, as if he had seen me someplace before.

"Hey, aren't you that one girl that they're always talking about?"

I shook my head once again. How could he mistake me for one of the popular ones? Can he not see my fat?

"The one they call a cow?  The one they make fun of?"

Shit. I froze. He does go here. He does know about me. And now he's gonna make fun of me too.

I turned around so he couldn't see me. My eyes began to fill with tears at the thought of being teased by someone again.

"Glad to know I'm not the only one," I heard him say in a small voice.

A confused expression overcame me when I heard him say that.

He's got to be lying. He's just trying to make me feel worse.

I turned around again, wiping my tears with my hand. A hunched Liam had his hands in his pockets, looking down.

"What do you mean?" I managed to say in my quietest voice possible.

"Isn't it obvious?"he said, now moving his left foot in circles in the dirt. "They make fun of me too."

Is he seriously saying that to torture me?! My tears began to spill as I realized that no one, not even this stranger was going to recognize me for anyone else as moo moo Mary belle.

"Why are you crying?" Liam asked, dumbfounded.

I felt a switch go off inside me when I heard those words.

"YOU WANNA KNOW WHY IM CRYING?! IM CRYING BECAUSE BITCHES LIKE YOU GO AROUND IN LIFE NOT CARING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE, MAKING THEM FEEL LIKE SHIT. YOU GUYS THINK YOU'RE SOO PERFECT AND WHEN YOU SEE SOMEONE WHO'S SLIGHTLY DIFFERENT THAN YOU, YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED TO RUIN THEIR LIVES. YOU THINK I ASKED FOR THIS STUPID EATING DISORDER?!" I crumpled down on the ground. My knees could no longer stand under the weight of my tears. Even though I felt heavy because of my sadness, I felt a kind of relief. The kind of relief that came when you finally let something out. But, even I knew that this feeling wouldn't last for long.

"I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have known. We all have our reasons for being made fun of..." Liam finally spoke up after a moment. His voice was like a slap to the face.
IS HE STILL GONNA GO ON WITH THAT ACT?! I THOUGHT I MADE IT PRETTY FUCKING CLEAR THAT I WASN'T GOING TO BE FOOLED.
"WHY WON'T YOU JUST SHUT UP? CAN'T YOU SEE I CAN TELL YOU'RE TRYING TO HURT ME? YOU CAN STOP NOW,"  I yelled with what little strength I had left.

"You can't see? Not everybody is made fun of for the same reason you selfish bitch." He looked at me with daggers.

My eyes had dried by the time he spoke so I was able to hear and see him clearly. Eyes squinted, I cocked my head with curiosity.

"But, I don't see anything wrong with you. In fact, you actually look like one of them," I said referring to the popular.

"Do you not see this?" He pointed to his private parts.

I turned away, blushing. "Ummm....not sure I want to see that," I said, a bit disgusted.

"No that's not what I meant. Look, I have a thigh gap," Liam said with a small, gravelly voice.

I turned around, still not sure if I should look there. But, if I wanted to get anywhere with him, I had to do this. I looked down hesitantly and saw what he was talking about.

"Oh," I exclaimed. My eyes gaped at the space between his thighs. Wow. Umm...is that normal? I looked down at my own thighs. How is that even possible? Does he not eat?

I chuckled nervously. "Heh...How did you get that?" I pointed at the empty space that was nonexistent in my own thighs.