shoulder.
Jillian looked more made up than usual. Her sun-blonde, elbow-length hair was straight as a stick, and very shiny. Very pretty. I wished I had pretty hair like hers. Mine was in a ponytail with a small braid coming from the front of my side part and fastened around the elastic band holding my hair. At least a three chin day for sure.
"My mom had to take my little brother to the doctor this morning. She dropped me off, and I thought I'd come see my bestie."
"You mean get the gossip face to face from the phone call last night?"
"Exactly." She grinned from ear to ear and put her arm around my shoulders.
"I'm glad you did. I have a question."
"How did I get so awesome?" She overdramatically tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Yes." I deadpanned, wanting to get this conversation over with before Kendra came out of the bathroom.
She looked dumbfounded. "Really?"
"No. Do you have any idea if you can still buy tickets to the Red Ball?"
"Ah. Gotta date. No ticket."
"More like got a dance invitation, need the password."
Jillian scrunched her forehead, either from thinking too hard or getting a migraine. "I thought they stopped selling those a few weeks ago."
"They did." Kendra strolled out of the bathroom like the cat who ate the canary. Her favorite time had arrived. Telling me how stupid I was. Perfect. I had a bad feeling about this. Kendra's golden hair hung perfectly over her shoulders in styled waves and her nearly zero percent body fat body fit inside her expensive clothes perfectly. This was going to be loads of fun.
I wanted to walk away and never come back, but I had to weigh how much I really wanted a ticket. Would I really have to ask Kendra for help? God was having a big laugh at my expense.
Suck it up, Brittany. She's just a person, just like you. God made her. He made you. Cut from the same cloth as it were, except my cloth was plus-sized. Get over it. I tried to hide the contempt I felt inwardly. "Do you know if there are any more tickets?"
She stared at me, then she laughed like it was the most ridiculous question ever. Little did she know the ticket was for a dance with her date.
"I didn't know you were dumb on top of being a fat—" and she inserted a word I'd never been called before.
But, sad as it was… humiliating as it was, I had to stay calm because I needed her help. She was not going to keep me from that dance, even if I had to boogie down in the parking lot instead of the dance in the gym.
"I just want to know if there is any way or any place I can get a ticket. That's all. Nothing earth-shattering."
"Maybe it is." She scooted closer to me until she was so close I could touch her if I wanted. A bunch of guys would kill to be in my position. "Does our little Biggie have a date?"
"Stop calling me that." I felt my nostrils flare. "And no, I don't."
"No?" Her pitched raised. She leaned even closer to me, and I could smell the gaudy odor of her fruity body spray. "Of course you don't. My bad. The guys around here do have standards."
I opened my mouth to say something (I wasn't exactly sure what, but it would have been good) when she snapped her fingers and her expression changed. "I've got it! I know why you want to go. It's Matt isn't it?"
Yes. "What are you talking about?"
"He told me you had a crush on him, Big. Sweet, isn't it? But honey, he's way out of your league."
Jillian jumped in the small space between Kendra and me. "That's enough! Would you stop calling her names? It's childish."
Kendra looked at her like a cockroach. "Sister, I don't know who you are, but you'd better move. This is between me and Big."
"Her name is Brittany."
"Her name is whatever I want it to be."
I couldn't see Jillian's face, but I could see how rigid her shoulders were becoming. "Her name is Brittany." She enunciated each word slowly with bite.
Kendra's words back were in the same pattern. "No, her name is Brittany Isabella Gregory. B. I. G. Big. Am I lying or is that just karma?" She
Jillian looked more made up than usual. Her sun-blonde, elbow-length hair was straight as a stick, and very shiny. Very pretty. I wished I had pretty hair like hers. Mine was in a ponytail with a small braid coming from the front of my side part and fastened around the elastic band holding my hair. At least a three chin day for sure.
"My mom had to take my little brother to the doctor this morning. She dropped me off, and I thought I'd come see my bestie."
"You mean get the gossip face to face from the phone call last night?"
"Exactly." She grinned from ear to ear and put her arm around my shoulders.
"I'm glad you did. I have a question."
"How did I get so awesome?" She overdramatically tossed her hair over her shoulder.
"Yes." I deadpanned, wanting to get this conversation over with before Kendra came out of the bathroom.
She looked dumbfounded. "Really?"
"No. Do you have any idea if you can still buy tickets to the Red Ball?"
"Ah. Gotta date. No ticket."
"More like got a dance invitation, need the password."
Jillian scrunched her forehead, either from thinking too hard or getting a migraine. "I thought they stopped selling those a few weeks ago."
"They did." Kendra strolled out of the bathroom like the cat who ate the canary. Her favorite time had arrived. Telling me how stupid I was. Perfect. I had a bad feeling about this. Kendra's golden hair hung perfectly over her shoulders in styled waves and her nearly zero percent body fat body fit inside her expensive clothes perfectly. This was going to be loads of fun.
I wanted to walk away and never come back, but I had to weigh how much I really wanted a ticket. Would I really have to ask Kendra for help? God was having a big laugh at my expense.
Suck it up, Brittany. She's just a person, just like you. God made her. He made you. Cut from the same cloth as it were, except my cloth was plus-sized. Get over it. I tried to hide the contempt I felt inwardly. "Do you know if there are any more tickets?"
She stared at me, then she laughed like it was the most ridiculous question ever. Little did she know the ticket was for a dance with her date.
"I didn't know you were dumb on top of being a fat—" and she inserted a word I'd never been called before.
But, sad as it was… humiliating as it was, I had to stay calm because I needed her help. She was not going to keep me from that dance, even if I had to boogie down in the parking lot instead of the dance in the gym.
"I just want to know if there is any way or any place I can get a ticket. That's all. Nothing earth-shattering."
"Maybe it is." She scooted closer to me until she was so close I could touch her if I wanted. A bunch of guys would kill to be in my position. "Does our little Biggie have a date?"
"Stop calling me that." I felt my nostrils flare. "And no, I don't."
"No?" Her pitched raised. She leaned even closer to me, and I could smell the gaudy odor of her fruity body spray. "Of course you don't. My bad. The guys around here do have standards."
I opened my mouth to say something (I wasn't exactly sure what, but it would have been good) when she snapped her fingers and her expression changed. "I've got it! I know why you want to go. It's Matt isn't it?"
Yes. "What are you talking about?"
"He told me you had a crush on him, Big. Sweet, isn't it? But honey, he's way out of your league."
Jillian jumped in the small space between Kendra and me. "That's enough! Would you stop calling her names? It's childish."
Kendra looked at her like a cockroach. "Sister, I don't know who you are, but you'd better move. This is between me and Big."
"Her name is Brittany."
"Her name is whatever I want it to be."
I couldn't see Jillian's face, but I could see how rigid her shoulders were becoming. "Her name is Brittany." She enunciated each word slowly with bite.
Kendra's words back were in the same pattern. "No, her name is Brittany Isabella Gregory. B. I. G. Big. Am I lying or is that just karma?" She
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