Who Has to Know? [Watty Awards 2012!]

This is my new story, Her name is pronounced ( rah- kell) she's played by Adele! Anyway I got tired of reading about skinny girls. ( not that there's anything wrong with being skinny) but what about us girls with meat on our bones? I also got tired of reading girls who are over weight hating thier bodies. So I made this story of a girl who loves her body and doesn't care what other people think. Please vote, comment, Facebook or maybe fan if you like it? Also Randomesque made my cover. 

I dare you to let me be your, your one and only Promise I'm worthy to hold in your arms So come on and give me a chance....

Chapter 1-

"Why do you keep doing this to yourself?" Stephanie, my best friend, yelled loudly over the music. Her short black dress rose up just below her butt; one wrong move and everyone could see what kind of underwear she wore. Her natural jet black straight hair was in curls going down her shoulders gracefully. Her gray eyes were beautiful compared to my dull brown ones.

          She was pretty enough to pull off that look, but me? I couldn't. I was on the chubby side and I wasn't ashamed of it at all. I was wearing the total opposite of Stephanie, with my faded ripped jeans that made my butt look even bigger, my long sleeve white t-shirt that said "F*ck Love," my white and black converse and my hair pulled up into a ponytail.

          What she's referring to is Cameron Richardson. With his chocolate brown hair, green eyes, and a laugh that almost sounded like music to me. He was the ultimate player in our school, and known as my brother's best friend. Yes, you might think this is cliché, girl loves brother's best friend, but this is different. I knew Cameron first, but while we grew up, we also grew apart.

          He wanted to hang with the boys and chase after girls, while I wanted someone to do my hair and have sleepovers with. So Cameron and my brother grew closer while we never gave each other a second glance; until that one night.

          I turned fully around to face her. "Because . . ." She waited on me to say more but that all I was giving her.

          She shook her head and scolded, "I'm only trying to save you from the pain that's waiting for you ahead." And I have to admit she was really a good friend.

          I nodded my head in understanding. "I'm a big girl, Steffy," I said, calling her by her childhood nickname.

          She let out a frustrated breath. "Fine," she pouted. "I'm going to dance," she told me and wiggled her eyebrows, walking over to a group of boys and asking one to dance.

          I turned my attention to Cameron to see him dancing with a busty blonde. Her red dress fell just below her buttocks and her breasts were falling out like a waterfall; everlasting. Maybe that's why she's his girlfriend. Cameron wore a white button down shirt that complemented his body, and dark grey pants that were snug, showing his round and, might I add, luscious bottom.

          I leaned against a counter as people milled in and out. I was in the kitchen, where there was no one else except Rich. He walked over so he was standing next to me.

          "Hey, babe," he slurred.

          I rolled my eyes, hoping he would go away, but my wish we unheard. "Do you want to have some fun?" he asked with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows.

          "No, thanks," I replied, trying to keep the disgusted look off my face and out of my tone.

          He shrugged. "Your loss, missing out on all this hotness."

          His eyes locked on his next prey, leaving me alone in the kitchen again.

          I took a big gulp of my drink, feeling the bitter taste going down my throat. It was just what I needed to leave the world, even if it was only for a few hours.

*

I was standing outside of my house, looking and listening to all the party goers. I had had about five drinks and I just couldn't do it anymore. And what I meant was watching Cameron and Ester anymore. I rubbed my hands up and down my arms, trying to not let the cold get the better of me. I was determined not to go back inside until they were gone.