Fat

By: Sam Crescent


“Karma?”

“Yeah, if I start putting you down for your weight or whatnot, then later in life I’m going to be hit by something that’s going to make my life suck. So, I live in a nice little bubble, and it works for me.”

“Wow, a jock who is weird, who knew?” she asked. “What do you tell your friends?”

“About what?”

“About where you work out? I thought you guys were supposed to train together or something. You know, compete for how big your dicks are.”

“Oh, look at you, knowing what a dick is,” he teased, and she rolled her eyes. “You do know what one is?”

“Shut up, Noah.”

“You’re not a very nice girl.”

“I’m a little out of my comfort zone.”

“You don’t think I am? I intended to relax today, do some weights, some running, maybe some laps in the pool—”

“You consider that relaxing?”

“What do you consider relaxing then?” He glanced over at her.

“Seriously?”

“You say that a lot.”

“I know.”

“So what do you think is relaxing?” he asked.

“I don’t know, anything that is not working out?” She looked over at him.

“Nope, that’s not me, I’m afraid. I find sitting around doing nothing stressful.”

“You don’t have to do nothing. What about a walk in the park? Or maybe going swimming?”

“I would have gone for a swim. We both have different ideas about relaxing.”

“There’s also my personal favorite, being a slob.”

His knuckles were white as they held the steering wheel. She sat back in his seat and watched the scenery go by.

“Jessica doesn’t know you’re here?” she asked, filling the silence.

“We’re not together anymore.”

“You’re not?”

“Jessica is lying. I’m not with her since before her little outburst a year ago in the gym.”

“Wow, a whole year. You still hang out with her.”

“She’s part of the cheerleading squad, I don’t have a choice. What about you, nerd, do you have any guy troubles?”

“Nope, I’m lucky that way.” She messed with the flap on her bag, and as she did, she couldn’t believe that she was sitting in Noah’s car, on the way to his house. This went against every single rule that she’d ever known.

“You’re the first girl to think not having a guy is lucky. You’re weird.”

“Don’t be mean.”

“Come on, there’s not some guy you want to make out with, get married and have loads of little babies?”

“Ew, gross, no, there is not.” Who was this guy?

“Have you ever made out with a guy?”

“No!”

“That answers all of those questions.”

“What questions?”

“If you’ve never made out with a guy then you’ve never done anything else. You’re a virgin.”

“Shut up!”

She couldn’t believe this was even up for discussion. Actually, it wasn’t. She wasn’t going to get drawn into that conversation, not now, not ever.

He chuckled. “You’re so funny.”

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

“It wasn’t that hard.”

Blowing out a breath, Elsa decided to stare out of the window rather than talk to the insufferable guy beside her. Just because the whole school thought he was a god, didn’t mean that she had to think it.

He put on the radio and started nodding his head to some kind of heavy metal music, which only made her head hurt.

Thirty minutes later they were pulling up into his driveway, which was a large one, similar to hers. They lived three streets from each other, not far to walk. She could have dropped her car off at home, and then walked.

Oh well, they were here now.

“Come on.”

She followed him into his home, hiking her bag onto her shoulder.

“Both of your parents work?”

“Yep. My dad is a plastic surgeon, and my mother is a model.”

“You’re playing ball?”

“My dad is cool. He wants me to pursue my own dreams, and no, he’s not the kind of guy that grabs a pen, and starts marking where he wants to cut.”

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