Against society [AMBW]

23. Its just a strawberry

Disclaimer: this story is set in 2085... the future. I'm trying to provide futuristic content but it's really hard without actually knowing what happens in the future 😂😭.
I chose the year mainly just to explain the segregation in the land of Blasia. (Btw I rlly wanna change the name😂it's too cringey).

Week3~Friday

"Adrian, Joggers or plaid skirt? For the last time, just answer me." I roll my eyes at the screen.

"Try them both on and show me." He chuckles, repeating the same damn answer he's been giving me for the last few minutes.

It's so much effort, but I give up and get changed into the skirt.

shit.

It doesn't fit anymore! I've been putting on weight, yes I know that... but I didn't know this much. And the skirt is a size small/ medium. My waist is still small enough to fit, but my stomach definition is slowly fading and my thighs are still quite thick. I guess I have to go back to LAY LAY'S fitness gram.

"Adrian! You made me put on weight!" I shriek in a small enough voice so that my parents won't hear.

"How have you put on weight? You look fine to me." He shrugs, wait he can't see me, can he? I angled the phone away so that he won't see my body whilst getting changed.

"Can you see me?" I gasp.

"No and why can't I see your beautiful body?" I burst out laughing.

"Umm... don't you prefer the perfect girls with a small waist, small thighs, a thigh gap and-"

"Jagi, you are beautiful and I want you. Don't be insecure about your perfections." He reassures whilst I pull up a pair of blue light wash louis-Vuitton white print oversized rip jeans instead of the joggers. Then I pair it with a white vest crop top and an oversized beige and brown flannel.

I move back into the screen and smile at him sweetly.

"Thank you, toffee." I squint at him and giggle, " Are you even dressed?"

"I was waiting to get dressed... in front of you." He winks.

"Boy! I kno-" With that, he takes off his plain black shirt and flexes his abs slightly. He grabs lotion, I for sure know he doesn't use on his body. He lathers his abs with his lotion, not once looking at me, but down at his perfectly defined abs. Oh gosh! I need help!

My eyes wander up and down his chest down to his v line. My mouth fills with a bath of water causing me to take a hard swallow. Pressure on my lips begin and I try to lift up my teeth, connected to my bottom lip.

"Staring is rude." He says with a raspy voice and rubs a thumb over his lips.

"I-I'm not." He puts on cuffed light-washed blue jeans, a white t shirt and a creamy-beige utility vest.

We stay silent whilst he dresses, not an awkward one.

"Did you try to match me?" I raise a brow whilst scrunching my nose.

"Maybe." He smirks, grabbing a black cap and placing it on his head.

I grab a black bucket hats and check my outfit in the mirror.

"We look hot!" I gasp at the two of us over the screen.

"So you think I look hot?"

"You ask too many questions."

"Answer it, then I won't ask anything else."

"Yes, you look hot." I scowl to which he chuckles at.