Yeah, right come on Lillian, why would he be wanting to find someone like you?I shook my head and continued to walk to our next class.
Lillian
“Come on, Lillian, we are gonna be late!” Liz yells,
“Lilly, let's go!!”
Mary yells: she has a not-so-nun-like costume, while Liz has a too-sexy-to-be-a-real cop outfit on.
“I'm coming, I'm coming,”
I yell back. Not being as fast as them, I am in a very modest, not sexy-at-all Ghost Sheet outfit because it hides who I am. It fits for someone who is never seen and hates the way her stomach looks and how her rolls hang on her. I finally reached them, breathless.
“Took ya long enough, Lills!” I smile at them. We walk up to the door, and the guy who is obviously checking Liz out asks for their IDs. They gladly hand them to him while he looks me up and down and says,
“Go on in.”
Of course, it's always like this. Me being the less-than-attractive friend... We have always been like this: my friends are the most beautiful girls on campus, the kind any guy would want to be in their arms.
Being my size, I know it's not healthy, I know I need to work harder and lose more weight, but with PCOS, it can be a bitch even to lose 2 pounds.
“Lilly, that guy over there is looking at you,”
Mary tells me. I look over and see a devil. I can't see his face with this lighting, but he seems to be tall. He smirks at us, and I roll my eyes.
“No, I think he's into you, mare.”
I look at my friend, and she rolls her eyes.
“Hey y'all made it!”
I turn around and see Jack, who looks like he could topple over with just a small tap.
“Yeah, Mary and Liz wanted to come so here we are.”
I tell him and I see a spark of mischief in his eyes.
“Well, I’m glad you came. You know that pretty lady?”
He asked me as he caressed my shoulder. I couldn’t help but feel a bit disgusted when he touched me.
“Right well I’m thirsty so.”
I told him and when I tried to walk away, he grabbed my wrist.
“Oh, come on now Lilly, don’t be like that, here have my drink.”
He hands me his cup, and I look at him and roll my eyes, not wanting to cause a scene.
“Fine”
He watches me as I am about to take a drink, almost a bit too eagerly when someone bumps into me, and I spill it all over his toga.
“Oh my god I am so sorry!”
I tell him and look for something to wipe his chest off. I looked back to see who had bumped into me and all I saw was two horns walking away.
“Nah Don’t worry about it I’ll go get cleaned up.”
