HIS PLUMPY QUEEN HER BULLY

Brenda smiled back, launching into a full description of the Brandon crew.

We took our orders, before walking back home.

Once I got inside my room, I went straight to my wardrobe, bringing out every cloth I owned.

The food I had bought, quickly forgotten.

Every cloth I had was suddenly distasteful, and not fit for a party.

Lastly, I had no choice but to put on the clothes my mother had insisted I brought to college.

It was a short red gown, the back of it open.

For some it would be considered slutty, but this was college.

The last party I attended in high school was a complete disaster, so I needed to look my absolute best.

I tried on the dress, happy it still fitted me, considering I had gained a few pounds.

Looking in the mirror, every one of my insecurities was on full display.

I didn't like my fat body, it made the dress cling to my body, exposing my shape for everyone to see.

Surprisingly, I had a very flat stomach which I was really grateful for.

And then my legs, I felt they were too short, carrying the weight of my body.

Quickly, I could feel the excitement I felt earlier draining away the more I continued staring at my body.

"Hey... are you almost done?" Brenda asked, barging into my room.

I blushed, trying to hide myself behind my wardrobe door.

"Just give me a little time," I grumble out, my words muffled.

The door was pulled out from my hands, Brenda stood there, staring at me, her mouth almost dropping to the floor.

"I...know..." I stammered out, dragging my dress down.

"I don't have anything else to wear, I don't think I can attend this party."

"Are you kidding me?" Brenda whispered out.

"You look absolutely gorgeous girl. You just need to curl your hair a bit and then a little makeup and believe me girl.... A lot of guys would be fighting over you."

"I will be right back," she mutters, running out of my room.

I sneaked a peak at my reflection, frowning in confusion.

I honestly didn't see what Brenda was talking about, but her words were enough to revive a little bit of my confidence.

This was my first bold step in forever, I refuse to back out.

Brenda came back with a curling iron and a small bag I suspected to be filled with makeup.

"Hold on, I told her, let me just freshen up a bit."

"You look beautiful," I told her, before walking towards our shared bathroom.

I wasn't lucky to get the en suite room, so I had to share the bathroom with Bryan which I am grateful for.

Better him than Kelvin right.

Brenda was putting on a short, and I mean very short green dress, her hair and makeup already done.

She was a really beautiful girl, so I still couldn't understand why she chose to be with someone like Kelvin.

Briefly, a twinge of jealousy filters through my chest.

If only I was as slim as her, or had her nice shape.

Shaking my head, I rid myself of every jealous thought. I did enough of that in high school.

And like my mother always told me, you need to love and accept yourself before others can.

That was my motor for college.

After doing my business, I put on the red dress, before walking back into my room.

Brenda was sitting on my bed, all the clothes I had scattered neatly folded to one corner.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, "I just didn't know what else to do."

"It's fine I told her," a bit embarrassed.

I sat on my dressing chair, waiting for her to work her magic on my hair and face.

After she was done, I sat there speechless, unable to believe I was the girl in the mirror.

"What do you think?" Brenda asked, her hands on her hips.

"O.M.G... Brenda this is wonderful... Thank you very much."

"It's fine," she said, laughing a bit. "You were already beautiful, I just enhanced it."

I blushed, before thanking her again.

I sprayed some cologne, before putting on my low heels.

Together we went downstairs, getting into Brenda's car.

"Is this your first party?" Brenda asked suddenly as we drove to the location, breaking the silence.

"Not really," I muttered out, that gory night briefly flashing before my eyes.

Brenda must have read something in my eyes, because she gave my hand a reassuring squeeze, smiling softly as I turned towards her.

"Well.... Am gonna give you some warnings."

"Warnings?" I asked, frowning slightly.

"Well college parties can get very wide, so avoid taking drinks you didn't mix yourself, do not take pills passed to you, and lastly always use a condom."

"You don't want to be catching anything from these boys."

I blushed hard at that, snickering quietly.

I wish, but the first time I had tried to have sex, the guy had been disgusted with my fat body.

According to him, it was a dare, but apparently I was too disgusting for him to actually go through with it, so he paid 200$ instead.

I didn't tell Brenda any of this, instead I just nodded my head, keeping the knowledge of my virginity to myself.

We discussed throughout our ride to the party location, well..... It was more Brenda telling me about parties she had attended while I listened, trying to calm my nerves.

Everywhere was packed when we got to the location.

It was a big beautiful house, standing tall with no visible neighbors in sight.

Which was good, because I could hear the loud bass of the music playing inside.

"Oh Gosh..." I mutter, running my hands through my hair.

"It's going to be fine," Brenda assured me, as she parked her car roughly, nearly slamming into the car in front.

"Oopies..." she mutters, giggling.

She turned towards her backseat, bringing out a half bottle of vodka, drinking from it, before handing it to me.

I really wasn't the alcohol type. The last time I snuck into my mother's cupboard to get a taste of what it tasted like, was honestly the last.

Yet I swung the bottle, drinking from it like it was water.

"Hey.... Slow down, you don't want to get drunk before the party actually starts, yeah."

She took the nearly empty bottle, capping it back, throwing it at her backseat, before straightening her hair.

Together, we got down from the car, walking the distance toward the house.

Like any typical party, people were scattered about, some discussing, while a few were actually face down on the dirty floor.

One guy was trying to drag another guy clearly drunk out of his mind.

We walked inside the house, the music louder than before.

I could feel the bass vibrating through my body.

My mouth had a bitter taste to it, and I could already feel the alcohol I had consumed earlier working its magic through my body.

I followed Brenda around, waiting as she greeted a few people.

Finally we were alone.

"What would you like to drink?" Brenda asked as she ruffled through the fridge filled to the brim.

"Ummm.. anything," I told her.

She brought out an unopened bottle of vodka, while I took two plastic cups from the ones arranged.

She poured for herself, before pouring for me.

"To us," Brenda cheered, before drinking without stopping. She laughed at how wide my eyes were, urging me to drink mine.

I did, but couldn't finish mine. Brenda took my hands, dragging me towards the dance floor.

Now I was still very shy, but the alcohol running through my veins gave me enough courage.

Ignoring the eyes burning a hole through my body, I drank the remaining alcohol, dancing with Brenda.

The music, the alcohol, the flashing light, everything was like a whole other world.

"Excuse me," someone said, trying to squeeze their way through the dancing crowd.

I don't know who pushed Brenda, causing her to fall into me.

As I tried to steady an already drunk Brenda with myself drunk as well.

I tripped, falling down.

But no.... Of course it won't be too easy, not when it comes to me.

I had to fall on someone.

I could feel my body pressing down on whoever it was, my dress hiked up, nothing was left to the imagination.

What the hell..., thick deep voice bellows out from under me.

While everyone stopped dancing, eyes wide as they took in the sight.