The Overweight Chick and Her Hot Football-Playing Boyfriend
Chapter 2
I woke up with a jolt. I slowly sat up, a little bit terrified. What happened? I was deep in thought when a deep voice spoke out.
"Hey. Are you okay?" It was Jake, I felt light-headed again. A pounding in my head started to throb. Calm down. Breathe in, breathe out.
"Precious... are you okay?" I looked at him confused, and then quickly replied.
"My head hurts a little bit, but other than that I'm fine. What happened?" He took a deep breath, and looked me in the eyes. His eyes resembled a blue ocean, absolutely breathtaking. I got lost in them for a brief second and then snapped back to reality.
"Well... After Mr. Miller had called our names to pair us for the project, I was walking towards you and then you had fell back and fainted." Then it all came rushing back to me. I was getting really nervous about the fact that he was going to be my partner.
"Right, I have anxiety. I got really...um...let's just say I was...It doesn't matter."
“Wait a minute. When you have anxiety do you get really excited or nervous for a reason?” He asked, waiting patiently for an answer.
“Yeah, why are you asking? I was getting nervous.”
“Oh really, about what?” A slight smile crossed his face. I felt my cheeks getting warm. I can’t do this. He can’t be talking to me. I’m way too ugly. No, I‘m more than that. I’m fat, ugly, and depressed. I covered my eyes.
“Jake, can you please leave?” I sighed. I wasn’t worth it. He should be hanging out with his cool popular friends, not talking to the biggest loser in the universe.
“Precious, what’s wrong?” A tear slid down my cheek and I wiped it off before he noticed.
“Listen Jake, I have no idea why you’re here, you shouldn’t be with me. You should be hanging out with your friends. Just leave me alone.” More tears were threatening to spill out. I felt a big warm hand slowly move my hand from my face. His ocean blue eyes trapping me again like a spell.
“Your eyes look really pretty,” he whispered. My cheeks blushed a crimson red, and I looked down at my feet swinging them around. I finally looked up and I saw a smile cross his lips. I smiled back, and we looked into each other’s eyes for what seemed forever, until I remembered how useless I was and looked down. I heard a bell ring and looked down at my watch and figured school had been over. I grabbed my books and muttered a quiet bye. I felt him grab my wrist in a gentle way, and I turned around.
“Where you headed to?”
“Home, I have to go. Bye.” I turned around to glance at him one more time, and he looked kind of upset. I’m playing myself. Why would he be upset over me? I opened the door of the nurse’s office and left. Then all of a sudden I started crying, just bawling. I had no idea why, I just did. I went to the school bathroom pulled out my pocket knife and cut my right wrist twice. Yes, I cut. I’ve been doing it for a year now. Blood started gushing from my wrist and I washed it off, and then put a bandage on it. I turned on the water in the sink and washed my face off so it wouldn’t look like I had been crying. At the same time if I was, nobody would even care. I glanced up a little and saw my face. Pure disgust hit me. I hated myself with every fiber of my being. I grabbed a paper towel and wiped my face while taking a deep breath. I wandered to my locker, opened it, and set my books inside. I grabbed my pink Hello Kitty book bag. Sauntering toward the exit door, I heard some quiet footsteps. I turned around and saw him. Jake. What the hell was he doing here?
“Hey Precious, are you leaving?” God, just leave me alone.
“I’m going home, obviously since school is over.” I muttered some words under my breath, then looked at him.
“Are you walking home?” I forgot I left my car at home, because in the morning I thought I needed the walk, which I really did.
“Want a ride home?”
“No, thanks. I’m good. I need to walk anyways.” Before he could say anything else I ran out of the school and into the sidewalk. It was really cloudy and then I heard thunder rumbling. Shit, it was about to rain. Then before you knew it I was drenched and I started crying, because of everything. I hate everyone. I hate myself, I hate my parents. I hate things. There was nobody to talk to. I’m lonely and depressed. I took a deep sniff to clear the snot in my nose. I fell down on my knees and bawled. Not caring about the fact that my clothes were wet, or I was in public bawling like a baby. I curled up in a ball and got frustrated, frustrated at everything and everybody. A black Nissan Pathfinder 2012 pulled up next to me. Someone stepped out and put a blanket around me. It was Jake. He wrapped his arms around me and embraced me in a warm hug. For the first time ever in a long time, I felt safe. I was cold and sleepy. My eyelids became heavy and I fell asleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
My eyes fluttered open and I groaned. I blinked furiously trying to gain eyesight, when everything was finally clear I looked around. Where was I? I sat up and looked down at myself. My clothes were completely drenched with water, even my hair was so drenched to the point I thought it could never become dry again.
“Hello,” I called out. Where the hell am I?
“Precious. Are you all right?” I jumped up, obviously being scared. I sighed, then it came back to me. I was crying on the sidewalk in the rain, and he pulled up next to me gave me a hug, and I fell asleep.
“Yeah. Why are you asking, and where am I?” I questioned being protective of myself. He took a seat in the blue couch across from me and I looked at him. Not into his eyes, but at him.
“You’re at my house. I didn’t know where you lived, so I took you here.” He almost looked kind of sad. “Precious, I need you to talk to me. Please. What’s wrong?” I was surprised at the fact that he was asking these questions. I stared at him with a confused face.
“Why do you want to know,” I asked almost angry. “Why won’t you just leave me alone? Why do you act like you care? Just leave me alone! Why are you being so nice to me,” I started yelling. “Stop doing all the nice things for me! I know in the end you’ll leave me like the rest of them! Nobody EVER sticks around. I’ve been alone almost all my life. Just leave me alone Jake!” I looked at him and he looked hurt. Fake, I couldn’t believe it. Tears started rushing down my face. I saw my book bag and grabbed it, running to the door.
“Precious, I-“ I turned to him and opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I opened the door to his house stepped out and closed it. I ran down the steps and looked left to right. Not knowing where to go, I turned left and walked and walked, not wanting to go back. Ever. I finally got to my huge three story house and started walking up the driveway. Passing my car, a red mustang, I looked at it and cried out in anger. I was completely frustrated. I got to the door and searched inside of my bag. Instead I found a note but then put it aside. When I found my key, I then opened the door, closed the door, and sat on the couch. Taking the note I looked at it and then opened it. Inside it read:
Dear Precious, I didn't know how to say this in person to you, so I wrote it down in this note. I hope you like it. I always get lost in your big brown eyes. They're so warm and inviting. If I could I would stare into them forever and never stop. Your smile lights up the whole room. I don't get to see it that much though, but when I do I savor every moment. Your strawberry-blonde hair is perfect no matter what style it's in. To me you could be any size and I would still like you. You're beautiful, believe me.
From yours truly,
Jake. Tears dropped down my face and I cried. Not because I was upset, but because I was happy.
A/N: OMG! Wasn't that note adorbs? I can't belive she cuts. She's really depressed. :\ It's kind of sad how lonely she is, but Jake could save the day. COULD. What do you think is going to happen between Jake and Precious now? Remember to.... Fan!!! Vote!!! Comment!!!! ~Chizzie
