Fat Keily

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Chapter 01

*** text inside the brackets [ ] are text messages on the phone.***

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[ Addison: I'm here. ]

After reading the message, I put my cell phone in my jeans pocket and finished the rest of my cereal. I grabbed my bag, wiped my hands on my jeans, and rushed out the front door.

"Mom, Addison's here!" I shouted towards the kitchen. "I leave. Bye!

"Good luck on your first day!" I heard Mom respond as I closed the door behind me.

Addison, my cousin, was waiting for me in the car. Her mahogany skin glowed beautifully in the sunlight, and her curly brown hair was tied into a high ponytail.

I tucked my shirt in a little more, making sure my stomach was covered. The shirt I wore today was longer than usual, but it didn't hurt to double check that it covered what it was supposed to cover.

"Hey," Addison greeted me as I got into the passenger seat.

"Hi.

"So, are you excited?" It's your first day today," she said cheerfully as she started the engine. "You're going to be the news, Keily.

"You sound like I'm on a teen show where hot guys are going to jump on me and cheerleaders are going to scratch me. » I chuckled, his good morning vibes rubbing off on me.

"Hey! My girls are not going to scratch you, they are going to hit you. » Addison smirked.

"Oh, if that's the case, remind me to cut my nails and take boxing lessons," I replied jokingly.

Our exchange helped calm my frayed nerves. Today was going to be my first day at Jenkins High School.

I had spent the last eighteen years of my life in suburban Remington, so moving here and starting my senior year of high school in a completely new town was, to say the least, significant.

Moving wasn't really in our plans, but when mom's company decided to open a new branch here, and offered her the job of project manager, refusing wasn't an option.

Bradford was Mum's hometown, and she had grown up and spent twenty-one years of her life there. In addition, it was linked to a significant increase in his salary.

My father didn't care either. To be honest, he wouldn't have minded if we moved him to another corner of the world. He was a freelance software and web designer, so moving for him wasn't a big deal.

But it was for me...

I didn't want to leave behind the comfort of a familiar place and familiar people (even if those people were pretty tough). It was supposed to happen a year later when I went to college, not now.

We had arrived here right at the end of my school year, so I had almost two months to prepare and familiarize myself with this city before starting at Jenkins High School.

Addison, my mother's brother's daughter, had been an excellent tour guide and a very good friend (or cousin). Thanks to her, my aversion to the whole ordeal of uprooting our lives had gone down a notch.

We immediately agreed on our love for cartoons and Taylor Swift. He was a really fun and easy-going person.

She had introduced me to a few of her friends, which made me, as a loner, feel welcome.

She even promised to drive me to school, since her house was only a few blocks from mine. My theory was that she felt obligated to do it because I was her cousin, but I couldn't refuse either.

Being driven by my cousin seemed more appealing to me than sitting in the small seats of a bus, and being the object of condescending looks and taunts from other teenagers every morning.

I had quite a few in Remington.

"We are here." Addison honked her horn, dispersing the crowd around the parking lot, making her way to a spot.

I looked at the large building before us, and a heavy feeling weighed on my shoulders. My nerves reacted with all their might.

"Welcome to your new hell, miss," my cousin teased. She came out, and I followed like a lost puppy (a very big puppy).

Once again, I pulled my shirt down, feeling awkward walking right next to Addison.

My cousin was not only on the cheerleading team, but also on the track and field team, as one of their best sprinters, according to her friends. It was no wonder she had a body that every woman wanted to have.

She was slim, but with beautiful curves and muscles, and was just a few inches short of being six feet tall.

Dressed in tight jeans and a crop top, which only showed a glimpse of her sculpted stomach, she looked like she had stepped straight out of a fashion magazine.

I, on the other hand, barely reached his shoulder. I had a big stomach, flabby arms, and trunks for legs.

My only assets worth considering okay were probably my breasts and my hips. But sometimes even they were troublesome when it came to buying clothes.

Today I was dressed in a flowy top - to hide my fat - and black leggings.

Although I considered it my best casual outfit, next to Addison I felt underdressed, and also very uncomfortable.

Look at her, she's beautiful.

"You have your schedule, your map and your locker code, right?" she asked as we reached the steps leading to the open gates of hell.

"Yes, I got them on Saturday. You don't have to babysit me, no matter what my mother told you." We entered the halls, and immediately, I was surrounded by the familiar hustle and bustle of high school.

Addison scowled. "Keily, I'm not with you because your mom or dad asked me to. I really enjoyed spending my vacation with you. I really consider you more of a friend than a cousin."

I felt guilty for my remark.

"I'm sorry. I do not want to bother you. You're already taking me to school. I don't want to be a burden."

"What are friends for if not to be a burden?" Addison joked, making me smile. She is perfect.

"Now that you put it like that, I see what you mean." I replied, unable to follow his witty remarks.

"Speaking of burdens, let me introduce you to a few." She started walking towards the group of girls, all skinny, pretty and tall. A look, and anyone could tell that I didn't belong in this group.

I mentally scolded myself for my thoughts and stifled the complexes that were eating away at me.

Without Addison, I would have been completely alone here. I should have been grateful that I didn't spend my first day clumsily shuffling around these large premises.

So, with an enthusiastic smile, I followed Addison, letting her be my mentor.

"How's the first day going for everyone?" our teacher asked. It was the third class of the day.

A collective groan was his response, with a few "boring" and "good" among the responses. Clearly, these students did not share his enthusiasm.

"Is it in your nature to always be so anxious?" He sighed and started writing on the board. Joseph Crones.

"For the new students," - his gaze lingered on me a little longer - "my name is Joseph Crones. You can call me Mr. Crones."

I nodded when he looked at me again. Am I the only new one in this class?

"Since it's our first day of English, why don't we..." He was interrupted when the classroom door opened.

A boy came in and handed Mr. Crones an index card. I couldn't help but study his features. He was tall, easily over six feet, and built like an athlete.

From the bulging muscles in his arms, one could easily guess that the rest of his body was just as strong and muscular.

His eyes landed on me, and I realized I was looking at him. I immediately looked down, my face starting to turn red.

I hated the way my face easily betrayed my embarrassment, turning red at the slightest opportunity.

"Mr. Haynes, tell coach to either let you go early or keep you on the field with him," Mr. Crones chided. Haynes.

"Tell him yourself," I heard Haynes mutter as the sound of footsteps grew louder. Our teacher didn't hear it, or even if he did, he decided to ignore it.

My head was still down, so when a pair of Nike shoes came into view, my eyebrows furrowed, and before I knew it, my head came up. Haynes made himself comfortable at the table right next to me.

A few other tables besides the one next to mine were still free. It's my luck. He had to take this one! Oh my God...

I knew I was exaggerating, but this guy had just caught me watching him. It was embarrassing. If I had looked like Addison, I wouldn't have panicked so much.

But it was me, a big girl, and we had no right to chase after pretty boys like him.

"As I was saying," Mr. Crones began, "it's our first day, so I'm giving you all an assignment due before the end of the semester. Okay with you?" He gave a gentle smile.

Another collective groan was the answer to his question.

"Alright." He wanted us to write a thesis, or a five thousand word essay on one of Shakespeare's works.

We had to do an in-depth analysis of his work, and also present how it was affected by the politics and culture of the Elizabethan period.

Honestly, I was excited about this assignment. I liked literature, it was fun.

"Hey!" A hand slammed down on my table, almost making me jump. Mr. Haynes had placed his hand on my table.

My eyes went first to Professor Crones, who was busy writing on the board, then to the boy next to me.

Strands of his dark brown hair fell across his forehead, and somehow it made him dangerously handsome. I could see a look both calculating and mocking in his dark eyes.

His pink lips moved, he tried to hide a smile. Even though this boy seemed to be the embodiment of Adonis himself, the look he was giving me meant trouble.

Uh...

"Yes?" I hated the plaintive tone in my voice. My face was already burning. Stop being so weak right now!

I saw his eyes scanning my body from head to toe. I didn't know if my mind was playing tricks on me, but his look reminded me of all the ones I had received during my adolescence.

I could already feel him judging me: fat and lazy.

"So," he said, snapping me out of my stupor.

"Eh ?"

His lips quirked up in a smug smile. My face blushed even more.

"I asked you if you could lend me a pen. I forgot mine."

Oh.

I wanted to take a pen from my backpack, but my gaze fell on the pocket of his jeans. Two pens stuck out.

What was he up to?!

"No." My voice came out harsher than I intended. I was trying not to appear weak, but I ended up sounding like a snob. Good work.

I turned my head towards Mr. Crones, who was still writing. To be honest, I didn't want to be near this Haynes guy, or have a reason to hang out with him. I didn't want to give him my pen.

His face, his body, his attitude, even the way he sat in his chair like a king, reminded me of all those kids who thought they had all rights, who believed they owned the world, and ridiculed people like me at the slightest opportunity.

Maybe I was overthinking it, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

I heard a mocking laugh from beside me, and without even looking, I knew he was staring at me.

"With all that fat moving around in your body, you're right to play it safe." His words crushed what little confidence I had built up.

I really wanted to retort, but as always, my tongue froze, and instead I glanced over. He wrote in his notebook with a pen that no one had given him.

I turned around, my fist clenched.

Asshole!

It was better to stay away from him, because in the end, no matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't fight against assholes like him.

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