Living for the fat girl [Book 2]

Part 5

“Who are you?!” Amber yells at her brother, making Jackson chuckle darkly. “You're definitely not the brother I grew up with. God, I want to murder you sometimes. Seriously. What gives you the right to be such an asshole?!”

“You're overreacting.” He mutters, pushing his hands into his pockets, ignoring his sister's rage. Amber scoffs, shaking her head in disappointment.

“I merely tried to deliver the message.” Jackson says proudly.

“What message?” I demand.

“That I need her to break up with you, of course.”

“Get out. All of you.” Sinking back into my bed and closing my eyes to drown out everything around me, I hear them leaving.

How did I manage to fuck things up in the matter of a few days?! A couple months ago, I was happy. My family was finally starting to get over my father's abandonment and I had the girl I love all to myself. I graduated and managed to get into the college that I wanted. I worked hard and got rewarded. I was happy. And now? It all comes crumbling down around me again. Once I find something good, something healthy and bright, I somehow manage to fuck things up completely. It's like a curse that I can't break.

I bite down on my bottom lip in frustration, trying not to cry and punch my hands down onto the bed.

Fingers wrap around my wrist.

“Shhh...” I don't open my eyes but can feel Arya's breath against my cheek as she leans in and places a kiss on it. “Scoot over.” She whispers and I do so.

Arya climbs into the bed next to me. She drapes her arm over my chest, cuddling up to my side. “Everything's fine, I promise.” Her hot breath hits my neck, making me shiver. “Nothing happened. I would tell you if it did. I don't want this jerk to come between us. Please don't let him get to you.”

I take a deep breath, blow it out and nod once.

“You tired, baby?” Arya asks, her voice barely audible.

I nod again.

“Get some sleep then. I'll stay here with you, okay?” I'm already drifting off to sleep when Arya starts moving her index finger in a circular motion over my ribs.

“I love you.” She whispers.

When I wake up next, someone's face is so close to mine, I jump and scoot away from the stranger.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you.” The elderly man says, chuckling and backing away from my bed.

“Who are you?” I ask groggily.

“I'm Dr. Sneider. Your girlfriend came to talk to me earlier to have you looked over once more. How is your head doing? Are you in pain still?” The doctor asks and I look around the room, looking for Arya.

“Where's she now?” Trying to sit up, I realize that my head isn't throbbing quite as badly any more.

“She's just downstairs getting some coffee. I asked her to give us some privacy, so we can have a good talk.” I nod and the doctor sits down next to me. “We've run some tests when you were first brought in. There's nothing wrong with you. It looks like you've got a slight concussion. I believe you already know what that means considering your history with head injuries?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. We'll get you some pain killers and then you're free to go back home. I don't want you playing soccer for at least the next three weeks, understood?”

“Yes.”

“I will have Arya make sure of that. There are great things to do around here that don't involve putting yourself in danger.”

A knock on the door and Arya walks in with coffee. The smell fills the whole room within seconds. I smile when I see her, trying not to spill the hot liquid.

“Ah, there you are. He's not very talkative, is he now?” The doctor puts a hand on Arya's shoulder and she giggles slightly. “Seems nice enough but tell me if he gives you a hard time. No soccer for the next few weeks. Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid and no fighting!”

“Got it, Paul.” Arya rolls her eyes playfully and the doctor leaves the room, laughing.

“How are you doing? You look loads better. Rested.” Arya grins and hands me one of the coffees.

“I'm ready to get out of here.”

“I'm sure you are.” Arya sets down her coffee and I get out of the bed, walking over to her.

“Do you know the doctor?” I ask, having noticed how casually they talked to each other earlier.

“Kind of, yeah. It's a long story.”

“Tell me.” I insist, stepping closer to her.

"I will... But first-” She leans in to me and I close the distance between us, setting the coffee down beside me and knotting my fingers into her hair instead. I grab her waist and swiftly pull her on top of me, making her shriek. Together we fall back into the bed.“You sure seem ready to go home!”

“I like you right here, actually.” Her eyes sparkle and I feel her heartbeat against my chest.

“Do you now?” She smirks, making my blood boil. Her lips graze my earlobe as she leans in to me, sending shivers down my spine. “Too bad because we're going home.” She hops off me and heads for the door.

I lie back, grunting.

“Why do you do this to me?!”

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Short but sweet ;) Please don't forget to vote and leave a quick comment as it really makes me super happy!

Also, quick question, how would you guys feel about a bit more "explicit" content? Obviously Arya and Seth are growing up and I'd just like to know how far I can go with you guys (I've really tried to keep "How to love a fat chick" clean so far but I'm usually not opposed to writing more sexual content).

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