Cassandra
We cross our fingers and kiss our thumbs. Knowing I need to tell her what is on my mind I sigh. "Nothing physical, but he said something last night that just kinda hit me. I don't know how to take it honestly."
Tarra's tiny fists ball up and she begins to stand up, all humor gone from her eyes and replaced with anger and protectiveness. She wears the look I have seen countless times from her, my older, protective sister.
"What did he say? Should I just jock punch him now?" She growls.
I let out a soft laugh. "Woah, relax. Nothing like that. He just... he said that he liked me back in high school," I admit.
I take a deep breath and add, "He liked me back when I was fat, Tarra. And because of that, his friends called him 'Chubby Chaser.' He apologized over and over after he ad
