Fat

I was still nervous about going to school this morning. I thought that maybe all the good things that happened yesterday – meeting Turlough Jake and being rescued by that incredibly good-looking boy – may have just been a rare good day. Very rare. Yesterday was the only decent day I’ve ever had at school. Today was pretty good though, too. Jake met me at the front of the school, offering me a huge smile and a cheery “hello, Caleb!” in his thick Irish accent. He chattered to me all the time from when we met until we entered first period, maths. He didn’t pay attention to any of the girls who shouted to him;

“Hi Jake!”

“Hi, Turlough, uh, I mean, Jake!”

“Hi, Jakey!”

aside from a slight nod of greeting, and continued talking to me. He didn’t seem bothered that I didn’t say much; he was happy with my single sentence answers to his questions. I still have no idea why he keeps talking to me. It’s not like I’m very interesting. I’m just the ugly fat kid who gets picked on by everyone else in the school. Maybe someone put him up to it. Someone like Dustin. He’d do something sick like telling someone to pretend to be friends with me and once I got attached, to leave me alone again, just to get me back for yesterday when that boy told him to “f*ck off”. But technically, I already knew Jake before anyone else did. Oh, I don’t know. I have homework to do, but I can’t concentrate. My head is swimming. I can’t keep Jake or that other boy off my mind. I wonder why he saved me…