Summary: (I didn’t know how to put this in but they also have to work on science project together, that’s how they met.) I’m fat, a loner, and I wear glasses. I’m the most popular guy in school. I could get any girl I want so, basically I’m hot. I’m rich too. So why am I staring at the fat girl?

Prologue

If you think this is going to be a really happy story: STOP here. Why am I telling you this now? Because I don’t want you to feel disappointed when you finish reading this. But if you think you’re brave enough to read this, by all means, continue.

Let me start by saying this: I’m fat. No, I’m not one of those girls that are thinner than a stick and think they weigh bigger than a cat. And no I’m not one of those girls whose a size 2 and wish to be a size 0. Actually, I’m a size 16 thank you very much.

Oh and don’t forget the other thing that comes with being fat: school. You’ve probably guessed it, I’m a loner. Well, I’m not a loner, loner, but just alone, I just am. But as time moved on, I realized who needs friends. All that is, is a passageway to get hurt, over and over and over. And no, I do NOT have a boyfriend. Don’t you think if I don’t have any friends, I probably don’t have any boyfriends, or my first kiss for that matter. I feel the same about boyfriends and friends, except that I think that boyfriends hurt you more than friends, depends on how close you are.

You’re probably thinking: do you have anything good going for you?

If I did, that wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?

Authors note: So what do you think? I know this prologue is veryy short but I just wanted to give you some things about how she feels about herself and stuff. So, if there any grammar and spelling mistakes me know PLEASE, I hate mistakes (grammar wise). Any reviews are taken. Thanks!