I get right up in his face and grab him by the collar.
“What the fuck did you just say?”I growl.
He grins like he thinks this is funny.
“What?Come on, mate.If you’re already shaggin’ the little piggy, I’m willing to share.”
Something inside my head goes white.
And before I even think about it—I hit him.
Hard.
And that’s when all hell breaks loose.
Chapter18
Chiara
I’ve always beena big girl.
Not tall.
Big in the way people mean when they’re trying to be polite about it.
Wide.Soft.Plump.Chubby.Fat.
Take your pick.
When we were kids, most of my friends looked like gangly little fillies—long legs, narrow shoulders, coltish grace that made them look like they’d eventually grow into runway models.
And then there was me.
Round cheeks.
Thick thighs.
A belly that rolled when I laughed.
A pudgy little piglet among the gazelles.
I was cute as hell—don’t get me wrong.I still am.
But growing up, the differences were obvious.
There were comments.
There were jokes.
Middle school was especially creative with the insults.
But eventually the bullies stopped bothering.
Mostly because I stopped caring.
Bodies are bodies.
And honestly?I know a lot more about them than most people.
