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"God dammit Letty, I'm trying to tell you that I like you!" He exclaimed furiously. His jaw clenched. I frowned and looked around the room. The table was flipped over, the wall was broken with the outline of a fist, and the TV was flipped over. My frown deepened. This whole room looked like a tornado had just passed through. "Did you have to have that tantrum? I really wanted to watch supernatural with you." I said, trying to ignore what he just told me, not believing him. It's not like prince charming with boxing gloves over there was known for telling the truth. I shook my head at him. There was no way I was gonna let him convince me of attraction. Not when everyone wanted me to change. Not when I wanted myself to change. Nobody could like someone who looked like me. *thunder thighs *fat *fatass Etc. But what if I did change? What if the person who could be my salvation was standing right in front of me? Standing right there in all of his athletic boxing glory. I stared at him. A lightbulb turned on in my head. I had an idea. "Cole-you can help me." I whispered to him. His eyebrows furrowed, and in his grey eyes I could see a storm turning. "Help you?" He asked, looking genuinely confused, but still a little angry from having a tantrum. I nodded. "You can help me lose weight!" I exclaimed, grinning up at him. This would get me liked by everyone. I wouldn't have trouble socializing anymore. And I wouldn't have trouble believing someone like him could like someone like me. He stared at me for atleast a minute. His eyes swept over my figure, and he started to shake his head. "Absolutely fucking not." He said, shutting down my dreams.
Bubble Gum And Marbles
