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Libby
“He’s
got some faults but nobody’s perfect.”
“Some faults?” Adam rubbed his head as if
it hurt. “Libby, he makes you miserable. I saw you the other morning in Jo’s
when he insulted you. You looked like you were about to cry. You shouldn’t be
with someone who’s capable of treating you like that. You shouldn’t want to be.”
He made
it sound so black and white. But it wasn’t that simple. Nothing in life was
that easy. “Of course you don’t get it. People like you never get it.” The bitterness in my voice couldn’t be helped.
“What do
you mean people like me?”
“Good
looking, confident people who don’t have any trouble getting a date.”
Adam
blinked. “You think that’s me?”
Adam’s
surprise was confusing. Judging by the way he got all up in my personal space
last night, he knew the effect he could have on the female of the species. “I
have eyes, Coffee Man, and they don’t exactly hurt when I look at you.”
Adam
didn’t say anything to this. I couldn’t read the look on his face, but it
almost seemed like I’d offended him somehow. He turned his attention out the
window to the mountains that had swallowed us up when we entered Provo Canyon.
“Avery
doesn’t get it either,” I said, needing to fill the silence. “She’s too
optimistic. I mean, look at her and Grayson. The girl is practically
Cinderella. She was the nerd girl who won the perfect prince. Grayson is nice,
funny, gorgeous, and faithful. It’s ridiculous how much he loves her. Plus,
Avery isn’t exactly unattractive. Yeah, she was a geek, but she was one of
those movie geeks—invisible until she took off her glasses and shook out her
hair then suddenly all the guys wanted her.”
“Don’t
get me wrong,” I said when Adam cast me a curious glance. “I love Avery and I’m
happy for her—she certainly deserves Grayson—but now her perception of reality
is totally skewed. She thinks everyone has a fairytale ending coming to them.
She doesn’t understand that most of us won’t be so lucky. Especially not
someone like me.”
Adam
kept his gaze on the window and let out a breath. “Someone like you?”
“Yeah,
someone like me. Fat girls don’t exactly get a lot of love.”
He
pulled his eyes away from the view to glare at me for that one. I wasn’t sure
what his problem was. It’s not like my weight was a secret.
“Maybe
I’m not three hundred pounds, but I’m definitely pushing it when I use the word
chubby. In high school that equates to being the fat girl, and before you ask,
I can’t just lose the weight. I have hypothyroidism. I was diagnosed when I was
eleven because I became borderline diabetic. I’ve been on a strict diet and
exercise program ever since so that I don’t develop more serious health
problems. I’m actually in decent shape cardiovascularly speaking; I just can’t
get rid of all the weight. This is as good as I will ever get.”
Adam
pulled his eyes away from the window and shifted his entire body so that he was
facing me. “You don’t think you’ll ever find someone that loves you because
you’ll never be thin?”
I
scoffed. “This is real life, not Hairspray.
There is no Link Larkin out there waiting for me. Don’t even try to tell me
that there is. You know there’s not. It’s a miracle Owen even gives me the time
of day.”
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