CAROLINE
“Y
ou’re seriously going
to eat two chili dogs and fried broccoli?” Popping open my cardboard box of greasy, yummy goodness, I eyeballed James’ container wearily. “I don’t think that’s healthy.”
“Why don’t you focus on eating that burger, Caroline. Don’t b***h about portion to me when you have a cheeseburger with a bigger circumference than your entire head.” Gasping at the tease, I turned my gaze to my burger to take in all of its unhealthy glory. James had a point; this thing was massive. If I were any less active, I’d gain five pounds just by looking at it.
“Remind me why I put up with your crap…” Taking off the top bun as I grumbled, I snatched up my ketchup packets with a smirk plastered on my face. Tearing them open, I slathered the contents on top of my bacon, pepper,
