Candy Apples

I forgot his name. Three hundred calories a day does that to you. But his face was always in my line of sight, so I just called him Ugly. Ugly was always in my house, because Teegan was always in my house. Everywhere I looked, there went a pimply nose and pale gangly limbs. I once caught Ugly’s whiskey eyes staring at me in my room as I pinched the fat of my abdomen. We both stood there, staring at each other through the mirror.

“What?”

“..Nothin.” Then Ugly was gone.

Fuckin weirdo.