Fat Chance! *Completed*

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I look down at the scales and sigh in disgust at the number. It read one hundred eighty pounds which means I had lost 20 pounds in a month but it wasn't enough for me. I was the outcast freak of the pack. I was severely over weight and I hadn't went through the change yet. I wanted to change more than anything and meet my wolf. I walked to the mirror and brushed my red hair. I applied my makeup and pulled my stripped dress over my head. My eyes water when I see myself. If I ever found my mate he would surely reject me. I pulled my heels on and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Living in Mississippi meant it was very humid and sticky with heat outside...just perfect for a fatty. I smiled at my grandparents sitting at the kitchen table enjoying their coffee. " Hey baby doll!" My pawpaw greats. "Hey pawpaw." I say cheerfully. "Want some coffee?" Mawmaw asks. I scrunch my nose up and shake my head no. "I gotta go or I'm gonna be late." I say grabbing a pop tart. "Ok, we love you Brylee!" Mawmaw shouts at my retreating figure. "I love y'all too!" I shout back slamming the screen door behind me. I trudge over to my white single cab Chevy Silverado 2003 model. It was a gift from my grandparents for my sixteenth birthday and it's still as reliable 2 years later. I turn the key over and hear the pipes roar as it comes to life. I back out and head to the school that's been my living hell for six years now but this is my senior year and I plan to make the best of it.
I pull into the parking lot and park in my assigned spot. I groan when I see who's parked next to me. The one and only Carter Lee John. My personal tormentor and my future alpha. I bang my head on the steering wheel and wish for this day to end. I exit my truck grumbling curse words under my breath. "Oh look it's little miss swine! Oink! Oink!" Carter shouts and my cheeks heat up with embarrassment. I stand there with my eyes averted toward the ground. I slowly walk past them when suddenly my feet are knocked out from under me. I sprawl out onto the asphalt face first causing my dress to hike up in the process. I could feel the wind blowing against my bare butt cheeks and I squealed in horror. "The fatty wears thongs!" Nate screamed in horror. I yanked my dress down and sat up inspecting my cuts. My knees, elbows, hands, and left cheek were gashed open and bleeding from road rash. I looked up at Carters handsome face through tears. He was 6'5 and very built from playing football and being the alphas son. He had his fathers tan complexion and dark black hair. He had his hair poking up in a perfect quiff. He wore dark wash jeans and a light blue shirt that brought out his gorgeous baby blue eyes. He was looking at me with a smirk. "Why?" I ask in a raspy voice. His eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Why do you torment me? You have no reason to." I say explaining myself. "You're fat and ugly!" Nate shouts from his spot by Carter. He would be Beta one day. His blonde hair fell down into his green eyes. I smirked at the freckles sprawled across his sun kissed cheeks. He was built like Carter but maybe not as much. I pulled myself off the ground and wiped the gravel sticking to my bare butt off. Maybe thongs with a dress wasn't a good idea. "Brylee!" Damon shouts in worry. I smile at him as he approaches me. "What did you do to her?" He shouts at Carter while letting out a loud growl. Carter lets out a powerful growl of warning that has Damon backing down. "Damon it's fine." I whisper. "Come on let's get you to the nurse." Damon says pulling me along. "She has a nice ass for a fatty!" I hear Carter say jokingly to his group of friends. My face grows ten shades redder and Damon growls next to me in frustration.
*Later that day at lunch period*
"Thanks for taking me to the nurse this morning." I gush at Damon as he takes his seat by me. As far as I can remember it's been just me and Damon. We were the social outcasts of the school. Damon was an orphaned rogue that Alpha John took in as his own. The pack didn't take to him as kindly as Alpha John did. We've been friends since the day he found me crying behind the dumpsters because of something Carter had said. I smile at the memory of his kindness. "Don't mention it." He says laughing at me. "Wanna come over and ride after school?" I ask taking a big bite out of my pizza. "Cameron and those asshole aren't gonna be there are they?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. Cameron was my cousin that lived next door and Carter was his best friend. They would even come to my house and play video games. "I don't think so." I say slowly. "Let's hope not." Damon says giving me his beautiful smile. "I love you goofball." I say jokingly. He feigns shock and holds his heart. "I love you too firefly!" He says calling me by the nickname he gave me. The bell rings signaling it was time for our last class of the day. We were allowed to leave early because we were seniors and I loved it. I walked hand in hand with Damon to our Art class. People gave us weird looks and some gave us looks of horror. I look down at the cement sidewalk. "Damon?" I ask cautiously. "Hmm?" He replies. "Does it ever bother you that people look at you and judge you for being friends with the fat girl?" I ask in a rush. He stops abruptly causing me to be snapped back from the sudden stop. "Brylee Paige Anderson you are my best friend. I would be friends with you even if it meant I would be killed. I don't care what people think of me. You are not the fat girl you are my firefly. Fuck em!" He says running his finger along my cheek. Tears spilled out of my eyes and rolled down my face. Damon pulled me in and hugged me tightly. "Oh look it's nerd love!" Nate laughs. "He just feels sorry for her because she's a fat loser." Carter snarls our way. I look up into Damon's big brown eyes and I can see the struggle between himself and his wolf in them. They were changing from brown to green. He had his brown hair in a buzz cut and his lip was pierced. He was 6'1 and built from working on his adoptive parents farm. "Just ignore them." I whisper. I pull away from him and pull him through the door of our classroom just as the tardy bell is ringing. I walk around the room looking for my name on the chair I'll be assigned for the year. I groan when I see that it's at the same table as Carter. I take my seat and Carter slides into his by me. Jade a nice girl that loves band sets in front of me and beside her is Jessica the schools slut. I bang my head on the table and groan. "I'd hurt myself too if I had that body." Jessica pipes up. I glare at her before flipping her off. "Today we will be painting the person setting next to us!" Mrs. Sanders shouts excitedly clapping her hands. Kill me now please! "Do I really have to paint this thing?" Carter whines pointing at me. My eyes widen in horror as the whole class turns to look at us. "Mr. John that is very rude! Brylee is a very beautiful girl and she's very talented. You should feel honored to paint her!" Mrs. Sanders defends me. Carter slumps in his seat and yanks his canvas out of his bag. I take my brushes and paints out. I study his ruby red lips and long eyelashes closely. I notice the hint of red to his cheeks and the small scar on his forehead. It takes me the whole class period but I finally finish my painting of him. "Let me see." He demands. I push it in front of him carefully. He gasps in surprise and his blue eyes widen. His hand flys up to the scar on his forehead and he looks at me. "You studied me closely." He states. I nod my head agreeing with his statement. "You actually painted me good fatty." He smirks. My eyes widen at the almost compliment from Carter John. He slides the painting of me over. My eyes widen in horror and I can hear Carters laughter beside me. My eyes tear up at the painting of poop. Damon takes it from my hands. "Come on firefly." Damon murmurs. Carters laughing stops abruptly and he growls at Damon. What the hell is his problem? I glance back at his angered expression before rounding the corner. "I don't really feel like ridding anymore. How about a movie instead?" I ask as we pile into my truck. "Sure thing firefly." Damon says with a smile.
We pull up to the house and I bound up the stairs. I quickly shower and pull a sleep shirt on and pair of cheeky panties. I pull my hair up into a messy bun and slid my reading glasses on. "Ok Damon I'm out!" I shout down the stairs. He enters the room and stops abruptly looking at me. "What?" I ask. "Uh Brylee your pants are missing." He mutters while looking at the ceiling uncomfortably. I laugh awkwardly and dive for a pair of shorts. "Sorry!" I apologize. We climb into my king size bed and turn on Pitch Perfect. We lay laughing at a few scenes until I felt my eyes getting heavy. I snuggled up to Damon and let sleep pull me in.