"God dammit Letty, I'm trying to tell you that I like you!" He exclaimed furiously. His jaw clenched. I frowned and looked around the room.
The table was flipped over, the wall was broken with the outline of a fist, and the TV was flipped over. My frown deepened. This whole room looked like a tornado had just passed through.
"Did you have to have that tantrum? I really wanted to watch supernatural with you." I said, trying to ignore what he just told me, not believing him.
It's not like prince charming with boxing gloves over there was known for telling the truth. I shook my head at him. There was no way I was gonna let him convince me of attraction. Not when everyone wanted me to change. Not when I wanted myself to change.
Nobody could like someone who looked like me.
But what if I did change? What if the person who could be my salvation was standing right in front of me? Standing right there in all of his athletic boxing glory. I stared at him. A lightbulb turned on in my head. I had an idea.
"Cole-you can help me." I whispered to him. His eyebrows furrowed, and in his grey eyes I could see a storm turning.
"Help you?" He asked, looking genuinely confused, but still a little angry from having a tantrum. I nodded.
"You can help me lose weight!" I exclaimed, grinning up at him. This would get me liked by everyone. I wouldn't have trouble socializing anymore. And I wouldn't have trouble believing someone like him could like someone like me.
He stared at me for atleast a minute. His eyes swept over my figure, and he started to shake his head.
"Absolutely fucking not." He said, shutting down my dreams.