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"Alright, alright. I get it. I get what you're saying. But just so you know, not a day goes by when I don't regret the way I treated you. Not an hour. Not a minute, nor a second. Every day, I'm constantly being eaten away by the guilt and the self-loathing and anger at myself all because of what I did to you. I hate myself. I hate myself more than you hated me. I hate myself so much, that I want to kill myself. I want to. I don't even have any reasons why I shouldn't." I try to interject, but he holds up a finger. "I said, well what about Delaney? Won't she miss me? And then I said no. I'd be doing her a favor. I despise myself. I detest my past. The reason I love you so much, is because there is not a drop of love that I have for myself, and I give it all to you. I see no reason why you don't deserve this love, but I have every reason why you don't deserve it from me. You deserve it from somone better. Someone who didn't almost-" he grimaces. "Take your life. I'm so so so sorry to you, that the only emotions as great as my regret is the hate I have for myself and the love I have for you."I'm stunned at first, but then I'm mad."So... the only reason you love me is because you have no love for yourself, and you need someone to love?""No, no. I... it's... it's hard to explain." He sighs."Fine. Well, you have my sympathy. I actually feel bad for you. You've done so many awful things that I don't actually know how you could even live with yourself. I even know how you feel though, hating yourself so much you want to kill yourself. I know, trust me. But, before you take what I just said to the grave, ending it tonight because of what I said, listen: I forgive you." I can barely believe what I just said. But I do. I do forgive him. I feel bad for him. Because I've pretty much healed - I never fully will, though - from what he did to me. But he's the one who has to live with causing someone so much pain for the rest of his life. The thing I was ashamed of now is gone."You shouldn't. I don't deserve it." he says bitterly."Everyone does." I tell him. "Even you. Now accept my forgiveness."
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"You look really pretty," a voice says behind me. I spin around to see Jette standing there. I look past her, trying to see who said that, because it sure wasn't her.

"You can say thank you," she says. 

"I was looking around to see who to thank, because even though you were the only person who I can hear, it's really out of character of you to say that. But thank you." I smile kindly, which is like  trying to sleep on a cactus, or piercing my eyelids. 

"You're welcome," she says, back to her snobby voice.

"You do too," I say.

"Whatever." she snaps. I think she's going to leave, but she doesn't.

"You always look pretty," I mutter.

"What?" her voice is surprised, and not b/tchy. 

"Nothing." She gapes at me, then prances away to find some guy to dance with. Then I realize who the guy is: Jace. Good, this is a good test for him. I watch as they dance together for a while, but when she gets too close he turns away. She tries again, a little ruffled at being rejected, but he pushes her back. I see her expression turn angry and her lips move, but I don't have to read them, I can hear her; she's yelling. 

"What's your problem? I'm just trying to have some fun!"

"Well we had fun dancing and not touching. I don't know about you, but I stay loyal to the people I love." Me. Me! He means me! Oh. Aww. No. Not aww. Not yay! he means me. You have to break his heart, remember? I remind myself. But hearing that makes me... feel... guilty. Like I don't want to. But then I think of his voice calling me "too fat for the planet" and "baby elephant" and saying "I love you" and wonder how he could possibly think all three phrases could come out of his mouth towards the same person. 

"Who? Who's the lucky girl?!" Jette spits out the words lucky and girl like venom.

"I'm not telling you." He says he loves me but when facing someone popular he's ashamed? I'm about to storm up to him and tell him off when I hear him continue: "If I do, you'll make her life miserable - more than you already have." 

"Ooooh-hoo-hoo-hoooooohhhh. So you won't touch other girls, but you can't even let other people know you're dating? Sounds like someone's ashaaaaamed..." she drawls like an eight-year-old girl." 

"Nope. I'll tell you if I can get her permission first." At first I think he's gonna come over and talk to me, but then my phone buzzes. I check it, and after seeing his name I know what it's going to say.

But when I read it, I'm wrong. 'Will you meet me in the bathroom?'

'....uhhh... sure...?' I don't know what he's planning... but I go to the bathroom, and see him standing there. 

"I wanted to ask you - in person - if you'd be my girlfriend." 

"Umm... yeah... sure." I'm a little hesitant. It seems like things are moving too fast.

"You don't sound sure." 

"I'm not. It seems like things are moving really fast..."

"Oh. Yeah I guess they kinda are." He gives me a crooked smile, and I almost change my mind looking at him to saying 'Yes! Yes, of course!', but I stop myself. "How about we go on a date tomorrow?" he asks me.

"Hmmm... I don't know, I might have to clean up this party... and then I'll be really tired..." I give him a sly grin, not wanting to let him off too easy, but not wanting to chase him away before I rip him to shreds.

"Fine. Sunday?" 

I shake my head. "Nope, church, and time with my mom."

"Okay, then Monday?" 

I sigh. "I guuueeeessssssssss." But I give him a peck on the forehead to let him know that I'm kidding. 

"So I don't know if you heard and saw Jette and me, but - " I cut in before he can ask me.

"Yeah I did. You can tell her I suppose. But tell her we're not dating." He gives me a quizzical look, but then it changes to understanding. "Yeahh, cause you'd be lying if you say otherwise," I tell him, winking. He pulls me in for a kiss - or, rather, pushes me against the wall - and holds me against him for what seems like an eternity. I'm not surprised to feel sparks, but I am surprised to find that there are a lot. I kiss him more deeply, strong with fiery passion - as much as I can muster - and then suddenly break away, leaving him love drunk and desperately longing for more.

I dance with Macey and John for a while, and then when a slow song comes on, Macey grabs John, and I look around for Jace. Not because I want to dance with him or anything, it's a perfect chance to lure him in even deeper. I finally spot him, but he's dangling from the fishing pole of - of course - Jette. He sees me and gives me a desperate look, but she places both hands on his face and turns his head towards her. Some guy cuts between my vision of them to dance with me. He places one hand on my rear, and the other finds its way to my chest. I'm distracted trying to find Jette and Jace that I don't even protest when the guy starts kissing my neck, but when I realize what he's doing, I wriggle out of his intrusive grip - just in time to see Jette wrapping herself around Jace and shoving her tongue down his throat.

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I'll be back from vacation on the 18th! I can still log in on my tablet, but I can't post anything new ): sorry. But, I made up for my vacationing this past month by posting 9 chapters in two days(: and I made this one nice and long ( sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger>:) )

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Macey and I wake up at noon and get ready to go to the hair salon. We apply our make up and I put on a pair of motivation yoga shorts with a tank top, Macey wearing something similar. We pound downstairs for breakfast and to my horror my mom has prepared pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes. My mouth waters at the sight, but my brain tries to protest. She sees the look on my face and rolls her eyes. 

"Now that you're at a maintainable weight, you can have sugary things every once in a while."

I give in too easily. I haven't had pancakes in forever, and my mom always made the best ones. I remember we used to have them every Saturday with my dad, and he would stack them ten pancakes high. I laughed and laughed at him, every time. And my mom would tell me to stop encouraging him, but I could see a smile sneaking on to her face. He would never finish the last bite though, he saved it for me. Then I would tell my mom I finished a stack of ten pancakes. And that's when she would start laughing. 

I faintly smile at the memory and dig in next to Macey. I limit myself to  five, which is pretty hard. 

"Come on girls, your appointment is at 1:30!" my mom scolds. We hurry into the car and are at the salon within ten minutes. 

We walk out confident and looking lovely. Macey has her hair curled into a high pony tail, mine in a sophisticated bun. with a few curls cascading down from it and framing my face.  When we get home it's almost 4:30, and the party starts at 7. We watch a movie for a while, then put our dresses on and do each other's makeup. My mom kisses me goodbye and then leaves for her hotel right as the first few people are arriving. People are coming! I connect my iPhone to the stereo and blast the music. Jace and John are the first ones here. I leap into Jace's arms, wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him passionately. He seems a little surprised at my outbreak, but pleased. His hands cup my butt and that's when I drop from him. 

"Uh uh uh," I wiggle a finger at him and he laughs.

Macey and John are - not surprisingly - making out against the wall. 

"At least close the door!" I yell. Macey's hand reaches out and shuts the door. 

There are a lot of people here, more than I invited. I smile, happy that people actually came.

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"Hey," He says shortly. I ignore his greeting.

"You seem to appear everywhere." 

"Yeah, maybe it's fate..." he winks. I'm still getting used to him not making fun of me, and there are still some unhealed wounds he can't ever heal, but most of them are gone and forgotten. "John's here." He tells me, gesturing to John talking to Macey.

"Yeeeaaahhhh, I see that." Macey looks at me, as if for approval, and I nod quickly. I don't care, it's not like had something. 

"Soooo... are you just gonna tan?" 

"Yep. Don't even think about throwing us in the pool." I tell him.

"Wouldn't dream of it. I'll tan with ya'." And he does. I lay there for a while, soaking up the rays of the sun, when I sense a shadow cross over my eyes. 

"You're blocking my sun..." I complain. I feel arms slide under my knees and back. "Gahh, what are you doing?!" I squint my eyes open at Jace's blue eyes. 

"You need to cool down!" And he jumps in the pool with me in his arms. When I come up I hear a splash, and I see that John has done the same thing with Macey. We both shriek and try to dunk them underwater, but they don't let us. Jace hoists me over his shoulder, and I roll my eyes at his cliche and common way of flirting, but I have fun anyway. 

I notice little girls watching us, and it reminds me of how when I was younger I used to long to be the older kids. I realize I am the older kid now. I wave at them and make the 'crazy' sign and point at Jace. The giggle at each other. I'm about to tell them their time will come soon, but my faces hits the water and I splash to the bottom. I pull Jace down with me, though, and his lips find mine underwater. We didn't kiss for very long, though, because I needed to come up for air, but as soon as I did, I brought him back under and we kissed again, longer this time. His hands are around my waist and mine are around his neck. He pushes me against the wall desperately, and I trail my fingers across his perfectly chisled chest. When we come back up again, I lean against the wall and he stands in front of me with his hands on the ledge around me. I look across the pool and see Macey and John making out. I grin with relief, glad that we're not the only ones. 

"I really do love you Delaney." He says in my ear.

"I'll love you soon," I tell him, "But not right now. I'm still getting used to me, much less somebody else."

"It's okay, I understand." He kisses me again, "Ya' know, all gingers look great in green, but you look phenomenal." 

"Thanks," my cheeks turn as red as my hair. "If I was in love with you though, it would only be because of your eyes." I tease.

"They're the same as yours."

"...really?" When I look in the mirror I don't look close enough to see the color of my eyes. I thought they were greyish. 

"Yeah. I've known that for a long time. That's why I'm in love with you, it's because of your eyes." he says, mocking me. Then he places a kiss on my nose.

"Mom, Macey's gonna sleepover and we'll get ready together in the morning for the party." 

"Okay sweetie."

"Mace, I'm gonna go to the bathroom." when I get there I look in the mirror at my eyes. They really do look just like his. The boy who ruined and changed my life. The eyes that looked at mine when they called me many variations of a fat sweaty cow but also told me he loves me. And my eyes are the ones who will watch his heart break after I make him fall for me so hard he'll fall right through the earth. I'm breaking him to pieces, just like he did to me, because revenge is so sweet I could say it twice.

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"What?" I say dumbfounded.

"What what?" Jace tries to play innocent.

"You know what." I tell him.

"No. I don't. "

"How 'bout we have this conversation when I'm skinny," I tell him. "And then maybe I'll consider believing you." Then I mutter, "Although it might not do you too much good whether I believe you or not because you ruined most of my life."

Suddenly his lips are on mine and I'm pressed against the lockers. I start to kiss him back, but then something inside me snaps and I push him away. "No," I murmur.

"Don't go out with John, Del."

"First of all, when did you start 'loving' me, and second of all, it's not your business.

"I think I loved you as soon as we met." I gape at him.

"That's how you show your love? By torturing me and taunting me and making fun of me and..." I break into tears, and slide down the wall. He sits down beside me.

"I didn't know what love was and I didn't know how to express it... I knew for sure that day when we were walking home."

"I don't believe you. You'redoing the same thing you accused John of, you hypocrite. Wait. Maybe  you're not... who put you up to this? How much are they paying you? You know what, Jace? It's the last day of school. You've hurt me more times than I can count, Jace.  But tricking me that you love me? Not cool. If you want to make me believe you, you shouldn't have told me you loved me while you bullied me. Because then your love just repulses me." I walk away and go to homeroom for the last time.

June

I weigh 125 pounds now. My mom told me she wants me to stop there and that it doesn't count as quitting. She says I look nice like this. Tomorrow is my birthday, and I'm having a party. If it doesn't work out well, I'm going to have a smaller party with my mom and a few friends. Friends means people that aren't mean to me. 

I don't actually know how many people will show up, but I invited everyone in my grade, plus a few juniors. I'm really nervous. My mom bought me a stunning red dress that hugs my curves and accentuates my boobs and butt. I'm wearing black Toms to casualize it. She's also letting me get my hair done fancy. I told her she might want to get out of the house for the night and stay at a hotel or something because there's no way she'd be getting any sleep. 

I did end up going out with John, but only that one time to the movies. We were set up for a second date, but I saw him kissing Jette - or Jette kissing him - as soon as I got there. I didn't care that much, and I let him explain, but I didn't have very much fun that night to be upset about it.

Jace and his mom come over sometimes, and it's pretty awkward between us. We never talked about him being in love with me again. We're kind of friends now, I guess. I never would have thought I'd be friends with Jace, but then again, he's kind of the only friend I had, in a weird, twisted way. He paid attention to me, and although he hurt me countless times, I can forgive him now because that part of my life is over, and so is the girl I used to be. 

My phone rings, abruptly bringing me out of the last month and a half. 

"Hello?" I ask.

"Hey Delaney, it's Macey!" her pleasant voice chirps.

"Hey Macey, what's up?" 

"Want to go to the pool with me?"

"Yeah! Sure, what time?" 

"Now! I'll come pick you up."

I hang up the phone and throw my new green bikini on. I love how I look in a swimsuit. I look in the mirror all the time. I used to hate it, to fear it, but now I can't get enough of my hard-earned body. I brush my long red hair into a ponytail and wipe off my makeup, replacing it with a touch of waterproof. 

The doorbell rings and I kiss my mom goodbye and rush out to meet Macey. 

"Hey girl! Lookin' good!" she compliments me.

"Thanks! You too!" Her blonde hair is piled in a bun on top of her head, and she has on neon blue sunglasses. I pull my aviators over my eyes and get in her car. 

We pull up to the pool and show our passes. The life guards check us out as we strip off our tank tops and shorts, revealing my bikini and Macey's red-on-top-cheetah-print-on-bottom one. I grin at this attention. I've never been looked at like this before, and I love it. I slide into the pool and cool down before going to tan. I'm not a normal ginger; I can tan. It was a genetic mutation my grandmother had. I lay on my stomach facing Macey and we talk for a while before I flip to the other side, where I see a familiar face. Of course, it's Jace.

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This time when my alarm rings, I'm excited. It's the last day of school, and I have to look decent. I jump in the shower, scribble on my make up, run the straightener through my red hair, and steer myself to my closet to pick out an outfit. I see my favorite pair of jeans, and slide them on. 

"Wait a second..." I say. 

My pants are too big. They won't stay up. MY PANTS ARE TOO BIG! 

"MOM! MOM!" I shout. "MY PANTS ARE TOO BIG!" I hear her clapping and saying "Yay! Finally!"

I pull out a pair of "motivation jeans" and slide them over my legs. At the bottom I roll them into capris and check myself out in the mirror. I've lost my pumpkin shaped figure; it's become more of an hourglass. I place a lacey tank top over a cami, and slide on some flip flops. I run down stairs and happily do my work out. I can't stop yet, not until I reach 119 pounds. I'm at 133 right now. I actually could stay at this weight and stop right now, but then I would feel like I'm quitting. 133 is an amazing weight though, and even though it's gradual weight loss, I feel like I'm a new person. I look at the pictures my mom took of me each time I weighed in, and I can see a difference. I grab the pictures and stick them in my folder. My mom says that since I look so good right now, she'll drive me. I want to refuse her, but then I remind myself that I deserve this reward. 

It's a little weird not walking to school, but since I'm not, I had time to eat breakfast at home. Then we get in the car and drive to school. I confidently walk through the doors this time, and notice that the stares aren't stares of revulsion, they're stares of impression. 

"Lookin' good, Del." Jette's now ex-boyfriend John says. 

"Thanks, John." I give him a bit of a flirty smile. 

"Do you want to hang today, maybe get a shake?" I freeze. I don't want to get a shake. I want to hang with him, but not get a shake. Milkshakes disgust me now. 

"I'll hang with you, but I'm not getting a shake. We can go to the movies, or something."

"Okay, The Dark Knight Rises it is." He smirks. 

"Alright. If you want to go to the one in Bourten I understand that you don't want to be seen with 'Delardey'." I tell him.

"No. I'd give anything to be seen with DeLANey." He says putting his hand on my cheek. My eyes flicker over to Jette standing across the hallway with a horrified look on her face.

"Awww... that's sweet. See you later!" I croon. As soon as John leaves, Jace appears. 

"He just likes you because you look hot now." He says flatly.

"Why do you care?" I spit. "Maybe that's what I want." He thinks I look hot?

"Because, if he really was so... into you, he would have done something before."

"Before? Before what, Jace? Before when I was unhappy with myself? When you tortured me? I'd like to enjoy being called  anything but fat. Because that's all I've ever been called. EVER. And now that there's been a change of events, you suddenly care?" 

"Yeah, I do care. Because you know what? You know how I know there's something wrong with him? Because if he was the right guy, he wouldn't care what you used to look like. He would love you anyway." He says fiercely. Then, more quietly, almost inaudibly, he says, "Like me."

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"Delaney?" I spin around, finding myself face to face with Jace. We haven't talked since the walk home, and I was a little afraid of what he would say to me.

"What?" I say harshly. "Sorry. What?" I repeat myself, this time sounding a little bit softer.

"Umm... I know you're not going to like this - like at all - but our mom's planned a vacation together."

"WHAT?!" I exclaim. "You're damn right I'm not going to like it!"

"Yeah I know. I won't hate it, but I know you will." 

"Yeah I- wait what? You won't hate it? What do you mean?"

"You're not all that bad, and I decided maybe we could try being friends or something..."

"What, did you forgive me for being fat?" I scoff. He looks hurt. 

"Well, I mean..."

"Excuse me," I interrupt. "Wide load coming through. Move waaaay out of the way, I need a lot of space." I sneer at him. 

"When's the vacation?" I'm interrogating my mom about why she decided to set up a beach vacation with a guy and his mom.

"Near the end of summer." I breathe a sigh of relief. 

"Good. I'll have time to get skinny." 

"Yeah," she agrees. "And look what I bought you as motivation!" She tosses four bikinis on the table. One is a white with tiny pearls outlining each piece. The second one is a black string bikini. The third has a tribal printed bottom and a matching blue-green top. The last one is a mint top and a floral bottom. 

"I love them! Thank you! It's the perfect motivation!" I kiss her cheek and she grins, happy I liike them. 

"I'm not done yet." She holds up a nautical belly ring, and I squeal with delight. 

"Oh my gosh! Does this mean...?"

"Yeah! When you've lost your hundred pounds, you can get your belly button pierced! Speaking of, how far along are you?"

"It's been a week since I last measured, and last time I lost 38 pounds."

"I'll come with you to the scale." So we both go to the bathroom and I step on the scale. I've lost 52 pounds! 

"More than halfway!" My mom exclaims. "And that's 14 pounds in one week!" I could almost cry of happiness. My dream is coming true, and I feel good about it. Now I can't wait for the beach.

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My mom comes home at the same time I do. 

"Hey sweetie! Guess who was at the grocery store! Remember my friend Melanie?"

"Uh... no... not really." I say.

"She was my college roommate... Well anyway we haven't spoken in years and she told me she has a son your age. Chase? I think it was...? Maybe it was Jason or something." I freeze. There's only one name that could be mistaken for those two: Jace.

"Jace?" I ask. I try to keep my voice level.

"Yeah! Anyway, he's a sophomore at your school! Maybe you guys could go on a date or something!" I give her a bewildered look.

"What?" She asks innocently.

"He's the guy... nevermind." I don't want her to know that her best friend's son bullies her daughter. "I'm not going to get any dates before I sli down." I remind her.

"Oh come on. Maybe it's time to drop that..." My bewildered look changes to an astonished one. "Or... not...? But look. Be nice to him and maybe he'll like you for you, not for your body."

"It's not other people I'm dieting for, it's me." But we both know that's not entirely true. 

"Fine. Whhhhhaaaaatever." She says dragging out the word. "I found this old picture of dad and me. Melanie gave it to me." Her  eyes tear up a little bit at the mention of dad, and mine do too. 

I haven't seen my dad since August 12th, 2005, and I never will again. He was deployed for two years until he died in combat, saving another mans life. He got a medal, but he wasn't alive to see it. That was when I became fat. I ate my grief and sadness away. I never ate less than 5,000 calories a day for almost a year. I regret that more than anything, because not only did I lose my best friend, but I lost any self respect I had for myself and others did too. 

We stand in each other's embrace for a few moments, not wanting to cry, because if we do we won't be able to stop, and not being able to move, because if we do we'll cry. She releases me and gives me a teary smile.

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okay so I want to finish this story before I go on vacation on saturday, but that probably won't happen. I feel bad rushing, but maybe you like it... so feedback, comment, fave, follow! Chapter 5 is going to be up in like 10 minutessss(:

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"What...? Wait... Are those...? Is that? C-c-can... can I see...?" He stammers.

"No!" I snap at him. I fold my arms. Today was my first time wearing short sleeves and no one noticed up until now. 

"Why not?" He protests. He tries to give me puppy dog eyes and it's in that moment that I realize how attractive he is. He has dark brown hair and minty, icy blue eyes. His skin is lightly tanned, and his arms are perfectly sculpted. I bet he has abs, I find myself thinking.No! I scold myself. He ruined your life! But in the back of my head I also think, he'd never like a fat girl like me anyway. 

"Because. You don't deserve to." I state.

"W-wh-wh..." I keep walking, leaving him standing behind me. Then I don't hear him for a few seconds. I turn around to see what he's doing when suddenly I feel his arms wrap around me and grab my wrists. I trip and crash to the ground, or maybe he pushes me there, and he has me pinned underneath him.

"Ow! What the hell?!" I yell. But he ignores me, reading my wrists. I close my eyes, half trying to soak in the feeling of having a boy on top of me - for the first and probably ast time - and half trying to cover up my pre-humiliation of knowing he'll just scoff at me and have even more reasons to make fun of me; my scars, my bible verses, my mom's words. But then I open my eyes and watch his eyes read my left wrist. I watch them flicker back and forth until they turn to the right arm and I watch them when they meet mine. He looks into my eyes for what seems like an eternity, but I ruin the moment by saying, "Get off of me!" 

He does. He offers me a hand to help me up, and hesitantly, I take it. He stares at me again, but still does not say a word. 

"What?!" I cry. "Stop looking at me like that! I'm not a kicked puppy, but if I was, it would be you who kicked me!" I storm off, even though I know he'll just catch up again.

"Are those real?" He finally says from next to me.

"Are what  real? The tattoos? Yes. The scars? Yes. Want to know why they're here?"

"No. I know why. Please don't say-"

"Because of you . You are the reason these are here. Well, you and Jette. And the bullying in general, but you and Jette mostly." I say darkly. But then my voice lightens a little. "The scars rermind me what I've been through and most people wouldn't want to be reminded of that but it's a part of me and they show what I've almost overcome. The tattoos remind me to keep going. No matter how mean you are to me. No matter how much Jette b/tches me around. No matter how much the taunting hurts, I keep going because I'm strong enough now. So go ahead. Say it was better that I was underneath you because if it was vice-versa, I would have crushed you to death or whatever. You can say it. I'm used to it."

"I didn't think my words meant that much to you." He says dumbly. Stupidly. Obliviously. 

"You- excuse me?! You are unbelievable!" I shout at him.

"I  thought I was just teasing you!"

"Well you have no idea how wrong you are. You've called me fat, ugly, obese, a hippo, a cow, a walrus, and you were right then. But I don't think you can ever know how wrong you are. Ever."

"Yeah I can! I do already! I didn't know how much I affected you!" I ignore him. 

"Remember how you used to say, 'You're so fat, I could say it twice and it still wouldn't be able to describe how fat you are'? Do you remember that?" Jace doesn't answer me. He just looks down. 

"Look at me. Do. You. Remember. That?" I say slowly.

"Yes."

"Good. Because you're so wrong, I could say it twice and it still wouldn't be able to describe how wrong you are."

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I've got nothing to do today hahahah so I'll be on here writing several chapters xD