Gorgeous ; fatty

Gorgeous ; fatty

A/N: first of all to all the confused people who thought this is a one shot. It was. Not anymore. I found quite a lot of alerts for the story when I stated ( kind of :P ) clearly that it’s a 1 shot.

Anyway this story is to my best friend/sis eve who always reprimands my complains with a ‘your just cute chubby not fat’. Also to my fiancé A. (no he’s not called Andrew) who believes I’m gorgeous no matter what (MEN…sigh…never believe them ;D).

By the way I changed this first chapter a bit. Advice to read it before the second.

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Gorgeous ; fatty

Chapter 1

“You’re not fat Sof…” Her short, but sweet best friend retorted to the accustomed complains since the beginning of year 11, on how she’s too overweight. When she raised her eyebrow high in disbelief and contradiction, said best friend carried on her sentence with the lame “You’re just a tidgy bit…erm…chubby”.

“Yeah, and you’re not short… just vertically challenged” was her usual response.

Being fat wasn’t her only flaw, but the permanent sarky behaviour added to her personality.

At the hurt that flashed in her short friends’ baby blue eyes she rolled her own dark grey ones, and said in a more joking tone-

“You know I’m joking with you, right?”

When Amy still didn’t respond she added, “aww…come on! You know I just like taking the piss of stupid euphemism!”

“Wow, you know how to use a big word.” A hateful guy’s voice, mimicking a baby tone, said

Without turning around she knew who it belonged to. How could she not when, since the beginning of the year, he kept on annoying the hell out of her. “Andrew just get lost why don’t you.” She responded, still not facing him, and keeping her tone void of any emotion.

Why did the most gorgeous, and not to mention egotistic guy in school enjoy tormenting her? So what if she was overweight? Does she look as if she actually cares? Ok, maybe a bit when she sees most of the other girls prancing around in size 10 and 12; (the rest a size 8 ), while she’s a 14. Even then she never shows it to anyone, but always goes about her business very confidently. The tiny, little part that isn’t is only shown to her beloved best friend.

“Ooh, getting snappy now, are we?”

Loud laughs and slaps followed that silly comment, which to her, didn’t sound funny at all. But apparently the stupid zombies that follow his lordship found it very humorous.

Amy looked very uncomfortable standing there, and a little bit scared. She never liked this guy even back in year 9. Especially since he always frightened Amy, even back then.

That does it!

She can handle someone teasing her, but not annoying her friend. With that thought-even if it was only half the truth- she turned around very slowly, fixing her face in a very sharp, dirty look.

“Listen, I don’t really care what your stupid problem with me is, but when I’m around my friends, don’t come and show your ugly face around us. Got it?” She said in a very low but very serious voice, because surprisingly he was only a few centimetres away from her and the others didn’t need to hear there little conversation .He usually relished making her life miserable, but to come this close to her? Isn’t that going to tarnish his reputation or something? Oh well, all the better for her.

He stared right back at her. His electric blue eyes looked as if they were searching her stormy ones for something, but she never gave anything away. She looked straight at him and to her shock, her traitorous heart started beating wildly, causing her chest to constrict, wanting a long labouring breath. Damn her breathing problems. Why did it have to kick in now?! Water gathered in her eyes at the denied long breath she really needed. To her horror, her head started feeling light, but still she tried to breathe normally. God the pain was killing her, and she was fighting to keep eye contact. She was not going to be seen as a weak person.

She couldn’t breathe anymore, and tears spluttered down her face as she fell to the floor gasping.

“Shit! Hey Sophie are you okay? Listen, just breathe okay? Sorry, I forgot about your breathing…”

‘How does he know about that?’

Was the only thought that came to her. There were running footsteps and a shout echoed in her confused mind, and she only caught a bit of what was going on around her. Her eyes were heavy, screaming to her that she could relieve the pain by giving up to unconsciousness.

A voice prevented her from doing that “Sof, listen to me. Breathe in… breathe out...”

What was the person going on about? That doesn’t make sense. She is breathing. Then she felt someone hold her from around her waist and half-drag her onto a solid, but warm place. Even in her state, she could tell it was a guy’s muscular body, but how could he pick her up? She’s too fat. Whoever it is had an arm around her waist as a solid thing emitting a regular thump…thump… was pressed against her from behind.

“Sophie, can you hear me? Just copy my breathing.” The soothing voice whispered softly in her ear while holding her from the waist in his lap and rocking her slowly back and forth, all the while taking deep breaths.

She did the same and soon enough she got the hang of it and everything was coming back.

‘Oh. My. God.’ Was the first thought that crossed her mind when she could think clearly again.

‘I’m in a guys lap. Poor thing’s legs must be numb by now.’ Was the second thought.

The last was; ‘who the hell would know about my breathing problems?’

She tensed when the oblivious guy was still whispering softly in her ear. The slow rocking stopped and another very muscular arm wound its way around her very slowly, resting just above her heaving chest.

“Are you okay now?” the voice still whispered softly, but in her hair now.

Her heart rate went high all over again for a different reason. She recognised that voice.

Turning around slightly she asked in a whisper (she didn’t know why she was whispering).

“How do you know I have breathing problems?”

Her eyes met electric blue ones briefly before the face turned away and stated the shock of her life.

“Because I want to know everything about you.”

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A/N: Thanks to all that reviewed and feel free to review again :D

Tell me if my feeble attempt of improving it worked or is worse?

I was born brilliant but education ruined me ;p