Dear Diary, with my run with bad luck I was surprised that the ball had missed me and instead I wound up catching it right in my hands

Dear Diary, with my run with bad luck I was surprised that the ball had missed me and instead I wound up catching it right in my hands. One of the guys on the court came up to me and was asking something but my mind was else where or more along the line of my eyes. I saw the hottest guy if I do say so myself. He was tall… and muscular. How do I know this you ask? The answer is easy, he had no shirt on. Man talk about a hot body. He asked if I could give him the basketball so I did.

There was one problem though; I had to contain myself from ogling him. I’m a shy person and when it comes to guys, I can’t function right. I will admit it right now that I am a person with no experience what so ever with guys. I never had a boyfriend… Hell I never even had a first kiss. My nerves got the best of me. I was starting to regret coming outside for a walk. I turned to leave but before I could he grabbed my arm.

I knew I should have just went to the store and bought some chocolate ice cream. Then I could wallow in self pity about being fat like I planned to do in the first place. But no, instead I just had to come outside and have some hot guy who is now holding my arm and staring at me. Oh what a minute he is starting to speak.

“Before you go can you tell me you name?” At that moment I froze, I wanted to tell him my name but no words came out. It was as if my throat went dry. Fuck. Why can’t I be like a regular person and tell him my name? Before I could even say anything in the first place he interrupts.

“If you want to know my name first it’s Marcus.” He said in a soft yet masculine voice. I looked at him and I was instantly met with his eyes. His eyes were staring at me with pure intensity; it was hard to look away.

“My name is Angel.” He let go of my arm and our eyes were still connected.

“Maybe I’ll see around sometime.”

“Yeah, maybe” I said and with those last words I left and started my walk home. As I was walking all I could think about was those eyes. They were such a beautiful shade of hazel with specks of brown in them. Marcus, that’s his name. It’s a nice ring to it, Marcus and Angel… you know if you think about it.

Oh who am I kidding, its time I get my head out of the clouds. This is the real world and in the real world things like having a boyfriend don’t happen to a girl like me. I know for a fact that he doesn’t like me. I just have to ignore that weird feeling when his hand touched my arm. I mean we barely even talked for crying out loud. He probably thinks I’m some pathetic loser with no life.

This would probably be the last time we would talk to each other anyway. Still there was this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t describe.

Damn. I know what this feeling is…Damn you…Twinkies. I knew I shouldn’t have had those Twinkies last night. My stomach is bubbly. Damn, I got to take a shit. I ran to the apartment and strait to the bathroom and handled my business. After I was done, I felt better but Twinkies aside, there was a knot in my stomach that I couldn’t recognize. Well that’s all the writing for now.

Yours truly,

Fat Girl