I’ll Never Marry a Fat Guy

Chapter III

By: Sanchez-Tio

“Where the hell were you?” Sid asked, smacking Lorena in to emphasize the extremity of her actions. They walked down to the hall to their classes, Lorena with her huge, tan band-aids on her knees and a limp. As she predicted, the band-aids made her look even paler and the limp made her look stupid. However, there was absolutely no reason for anyone to be looking at all at her left leg and it was rude to ask someone why they were limping.

“I was bleeding,” She stuck her leg in front of her and pointed to her knee, which by the way, is not a good idea in the middle of a crowded hallway. “You guys dumped me before chemistry.”

“Bleeding from the inside?” Amanda asked, not quite connecting how leaving her behind could make her bleed.

“I ran into this f—big guy and—”

“Was he what you would call ‘fat’?” Maya asked. Everyone zeroed in on her. She raised an eyebrow and called them delusional Nazis. That didn’t necessarily mean that they would let her go. They were all going to stick it to her like there was no tomorrow. Sid, Maya, and Amanda especially. Luckily, there were only three more seconds left before she’d have to make her turn into CAD class and how much can they say in three seconds? Not much.

She sped around the corner as fast as she could with an impaired ankle and dashed to her class. She personally hated CAD but it never looked better compared to the passing period with those three crazy people. They dreamed of fairy tales and she dreamed of sleep.

She sat down at her computer and started it up without much thought. Being in school for six months in the same class, never changing does that to a person. She kind of liked that. Change sucked. The change from middle school to high school was an exception, but other than that, Change could go to hell.

She sensed someone sit next to her and she glanced over. No one sat next to her and she wanted to keep it that way. All the people in that class were either stupid, too smart, or stoners. They didn’t mesh well with each other. Anyway, that person happened to be Matt. The Matt that mowed over her in the hall and helped her to the nurse’s office.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine.” She said. She didn’t want to talk to him. She didn’t want anything to do with him except make him pay later, but he was right next to her! She couldn’t ignore that.

“I’m still really sorry about hitting you in the hall.”

“It’s fine. I’ve been in worse.” She remembered the badminton accident almost three weeks before where she hurt the other ankle and when she tried to get up in the morning, couldn’t stand. Not at all. She stepped with that leg and collapsed. It was painful too.

He nodded and then the bell rang for class to start. Thompson walked in and started telling us what we were supposed to do and then let us go. She finished her work and then surfed Deviant Art for the rest of the period. She didn’t notice that the Matt character finished before her and was also on Deviant Art. But when she found out, she had to keep her jaw from dropping. He was not… the kind of person—he didn’t seem like it at least.

Lorena shook off the feeling, literally, and turned her attention back to the computer. There were times during the hour that she couldn’t help but look over and peek at what he was doing. She wasn’t naturally nosy, but he was an enigma to her. Who was nice anymore? What kind of guy walks you to the nurse’s office? Who’s so easy-going on their first day of school? She didn’t have the balls to browse aimlessly until second semester and that was out of total disrespect for the teacher.

Matt finally caught a glimpse of her computer and asked the question she couldn’t even piece together in her mind.

“You have a Deviant Art?” She didn’t answer for a minute. He was speaking as if they were friends, which they were not. More so for the fact that she didn’t need anymore friends nor want them. On top of that, there was Amanda, Maya, and Sidney… the pains in her ass. If they saw her with Matt, a fat guy, and then hell would break lose and she’d never hear the end of it.

Therefore, being friendly was just not an option.

“Yes.” She faced her screen and tried to ignore him. If only not being friendly was so easy. She was curious as to how such a character could possibly have a Deviant Art. He really didn’t seem like the kind of person to be… artistic—even looking beyond his appearance. His personality didn’t fit his activities.

“Do you post art or comment?” He asked.

“I suck a drawing so most is just comments. My friend Sidney has a deviant art and… yeah. What do you do?”

“Art.” She tried hard to keep facing her computer, she really did… sometimes hard work doesn’t pay off. She ended up looking over his shoulder, not very discreetly, and her jaw dropped yet again. His artwork was beyond her talents, even Sid’s talents. It looked so real and life-like. As if it could just jump out of the computer and start attacking. There was a picture of a battle between two people and it had the ability to move a wood log. It was beautiful and the distress and weariness of the fighters was so apparent…

“That’s really good.” She mentally smacked herself for sounding so simple. It wasn’t just good, it was the shit. Even that sounded retarded. She decided to just leave it at that and admire his artwork even more.

“It’s not my best.” He was an artistic prodigy. Perfect.

“Years of art?”

“I just picked it up. My aunt was a painter and she taught me how to use them. The rest just happened.”

“My aunt’s a painter, but it’s just floral designs. They’re really good and she used to draw people and everything. I don’t know why she moved to flowers, but they’re still decent.” It seemed they had more in common than she thought.

The rest of the period was spent in a type of tutorial. He showed her how he blended the colors and techniques and she mentally took notes and listened. It seemed the boy that attacked her in the morning had much to offer her. He offered her his arm when she had to go to the nurse, his guidance in art, and two dollars and fifty cents for lunch. CAD wasn’t the only class they had together.

Not to mention, he helped her organize the filing cabinet for Fralick—the boy had nothing better to do. He had a free period. There was no class or study hall for him so he got to wander around the school listlessly.

Whether she liked it or not, they did quickly become friends. She might not have noticed it nor him, but in their subconscious, it was there. They talked at the lockers and she treated him just like she would Sid or any of her friends. He did the same.

“I have a shitload of homework.” She said, stuffing every textbook she had in her backpack.

“I finished.”

“You suck.”

“I know.” She slammed her locked shut and waved a farewell to him. She slithered her way around all the couples making out in—not near, in—the locker rows and her fellow students that were also getting into their lockers and stepped into the hallway. Maya and Amanda were there, scrutinizing her and making clicking noises.

“What?”

“Who was that?” Maya asked.

“A new guy. I was helping him with his locker.”

“You guys looked pretty friendly.” Amanda said. Lorena glared and shoved past them. Maya laughed and they followed after her. She was not in the mood to deal with their jokes and comments. She could make friends with bigger guys… it wasn’t that bad. She was just saying that due to her pattern of crushes, it didn’t seem like she would end up with a fat guy. It was pure fact and completely not her fault.

Nature would not be defied, right?

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Alright... it sucks, I know. I was writing it and I had no idea what I was doing so... yeah. I wanted to end with a kind of... ta-da! kind of thing, but that didn't work either. I hope it's not so bad that everyone will be like, you suck sanchez, go burn yourself...

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