Tomit

Cupcakes

I grew up with a passion for tennis and swimming. It left me with a strong desire to become strong and a nice tan. When I was younger, kids used to pick on me for the clothes I wore. It wasn't my fault my dad had to raise me alone. He did the best he could and I loved him for it but there was always a part of me that wondered what life would have been like if my mom hadn't run away with another man. As a result there weren't many playdates I could go to since the other mom's were too intimidated to ask my dad. Apparently his big muscles and masculine face seemed scary but to me he was strong and looked like a super hero. 

Most of my friends were from the arcade I visited weekly. To me they felt like best friends who commited this special time to me but in reality we never spoke enough to really get to know each other. We simply spent our time cursing at each other as we played Street Fighter until the quarters run out.

My secret desire was sweets, I could never manage to cook and my dad was as clueless about the oven as I was but a smile would spread on my face every time I passed the local bakery. The scent of strawberries and vanilla oozed out of the store leaving me breathless. I often battled between saving my allowance for sweets or an afternoon at the arcade. Desire vs. Friends.

Even in highschool I was isolated by the other students. My speech was rough and I couldn't empathize with other girls. Then there were the boys who were intimidated by my muscles and my height who couldn't figure out whether to treat me like a girl or a guy. Only two guys, Arsen and Kade, saw past my exterior to get to know me. Still, I ended up feeling like one of the guys when I really wanted to  be seen as a lady, like a princess from the Disney movies my dad and I watched together when I was little. Sometimes it felt like everything would be less complicated if I had just been born a guy.

All of this changed when a new student joined my home ec class. 

"Good morning class!" Mrs. Daisy, the home ec teacher, announced. She was in her 40's but still full of life, heavy but worked it, and had long very light brown hair. "For those of you who haven't already heard, we have a new transfer student joining us. Go ahead and introduce yourself. Name, where you're from, and an interest you might like to share." 

It seemed like they were hesitant to enter when the teached gestured that they come in with her eager eyes. Slowly a figure peeked in and quickly looked down as if in embarrassment. Mrs. Daisy literally grabbed their arm and dragged them in.

"Now come on, don't be shy. We're all friends here." she smiled.

This guy was seriously tall, maybe a couple inches taller than me! He evened seem cute with a clean shaven face, innocent blue eyes, long eyelashes, beautiful thick brows, and styled blonde hair. His clothes looked great on him too in comparison to my usually baggy clothes. He wore a cream brown sweater with a scattered grey v-neck underneath, his jeans fit him perfectly, and even his leather oxfords  completed the look. I couldn't tell if this guy was my prince charming or maybe just gay...

 He gave a hesitant wave to the class but his smile was dazzling without effort. I wish I had his smile! "Hello, my name is Oliver. I moved here from New York. My interest is cooking."

"Oooh! Then you must be looking forward to this class, I'll make sure you have plenty of cooking to enjoy, Oliver." Mrs. Daisy cheered "Okay let's see, how about you take a seat next toooo~.... Clover in the middle there." she pointed.