Liar Squared
Liar Squared
Julio pulls the elastic on my bra so it snaps on my back.
“Bloated today, huh?” Julio asks. “You should wear something to my sister’s party that shows all this.” He pushes again on my chest. I should tell him to get out after the way he ignored me at lunch today. But then he says, "I can see your collar bones. Have you lost a couple of pounds?”
My brain sticks in what happened in gym, another fatso moment. I don’t say anything to Julio about the way he blew me off at lunch or about the party dress I don’t have and his lightening quick hands wander up and down my spine. The same as I let Soccer Boy walk all over me and into the woods. Julio unhooks my bra too fast the same way Soccer Boy did too.
I imagine hundreds of pairs of eyes and they sear the extra large pants off of my body. My stomach growls and I turn away from Julio, but he says, “Don’t worry about it.” I’m wrapped up in one word. “Fatso.” It’s like the kid that said it witnessed the cheese burger with the extra mayo and the double crispy fries I didn’t eat for lunch today and called me out for it, only that was his lunch - I don’t have it recorded on my new phone. And everyone in Health class laughed. Everyone agrees with some “Gym Jerk” about the lunch they think the fat girl eats.
I look up at Julio. His hands squeeze my arms tight like he’s afraid I might disappear or fight him like Adrianna does. I’m heavier, and if I wanted to, I could pummel him.
“You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole school,” Julio says.
“Liar,” I say.
I edge closer to him and stop wondering too hard whether I should be doing any of this.
Julio pulls the elastic on my bra so it snaps on my back.
“Bloated today, huh?” Julio asks. “You should wear something to my sister’s party that shows all this.” He pushes again on my chest. I should tell him to get out after the way he ignored me at lunch today. But then he says, "I can see your collar bones. Have you lost a couple of pounds?”
My brain sticks in what happened in gym, another fatso moment. I don’t say anything to Julio about the way he blew me off at lunch or about the party dress I don’t have and his lightening quick hands wander up and down my spine. The same as I let Soccer Boy walk all over me and into the woods. Julio unhooks my bra too fast the same way Soccer Boy did too.
I imagine hundreds of pairs of eyes and they sear the extra large pants off of my body. My stomach growls and I turn away from Julio, but he says, “Don’t worry about it.” I’m wrapped up in one word. “Fatso.” It’s like the kid that said it witnessed the cheese burger with the extra mayo and the double crispy fries I didn’t eat for lunch today and called me out for it, only that was his lunch - I don’t have it recorded on my new phone. And everyone in Health class laughed. Everyone agrees with some “Gym Jerk” about the lunch they think the fat girl eats.
I look up at Julio. His hands squeeze my arms tight like he’s afraid I might disappear or fight him like Adrianna does. I’m heavier, and if I wanted to, I could pummel him.
“You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole school,” Julio says.
“Liar,” I say.
I edge closer to him and stop wondering too hard whether I should be doing any of this.
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