My Bully & My Bad Boy

Chapter 2: Should I Stay, Or Should I Go?

Ottilyn's P.O.V.

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"Oh my goooodddd! We have to go!" My best friend Trina whined dramatically.

"I knew I shouldn't have told you," I mumbled.

Trina is my very best friend in the world. We've been friends since the first day of second grade when I first moved here. Despite the fact that we are opposite in almost every single way.

Where I have short light brown hair that falls just below my ears, Trina's is long, luscious, and jet black. Trina is tall, thin, with long legs. She's 5'6, and I am 5'2. Not only am I short, but I am also fat. I weigh 252 pounds. That's mostly why everyone teases me at school.

I'm the nerdy fat girl with glasses. A total clique. I would be a clique all around if it weren't for my eyes. They are by far the weirdest thing about me, and I've hated them my entire life.

I have a condition called Heterochromia. Which just means that my eyes are two different colors. My left eye is a light blue color, and my right eye is light green.

Honestly, it's not too noticeable with my glasses on. I got away with no one noticing for years. Then, suddenly, about three years ago, Pierce finally noticed. As soon as he started to tease me, so did everyone else.

I was already embarrassed and self-conscious about my eyes. Now everyone teases me about it daily. It caused me to build a slight resentment over it.

I wish I had normal pretty blue eyes like Trina.

"Oh come on!" Trina exclaimed. "You finally got invited to the party of the year, and you're not going to go?"

"Oh please," I sputtered out as I rolled my eyes. "They invited me as a joke."

"That's exactly why you should go." Trina encouraged.

I gave her a wide-eyed look.

"Have you lost your mind? Did someone hit you in the head with a volleyball?" I asked her.

Did I mention that Trina is on the volleyball team?

"Just think about it," she replied. "They invited you as a joke thinking you wouldn't show, soooo.... Let's get dressed up, looking hot as hell, and show up like we own the place. Come on! It'll be such a slap in the face to them."

I gave her a bored look.

"Even if I thought that sounded like a good idea... I'm literally at work right now." I hissed before rushing food out to one of my tables.

When I made it back to the bartop where Trina was sitting, she was still yammering on about going.

"We can go when you get out," Trina replied.

"No way, I'm not out until 11, and then I have to be at the café at 8 in the morning." I told her.

"Yeah, see, I knew that," she said as she held up a finger to me.

"Oh no," I groaned, knowing that she had done something.

"Don't be mad," Trina said.

Great.

"I texted Marissa and asked her if she could cover your shift. She had absolutely zero issues and then when I told her it was to take you to a party... She told me that I had better drag you kicking and screaming." She finished with a bright smile.

I gawked at her.

"I know that Marissa is your aunt and everything-"

"And she's your boss," Trina interrupted to remind me.

I gave her a tight smile.

"Yes, she owns the café and she's your aunt. I'm grateful for the job, but why the hell would you do that? I was going to use my tip money from tonight and tomorrow to get Tyler those new cleats." I told her.

"Otti, girl, my dearest bestie, I love you, so much," she replied. "But girl, you need to live your life! Soccer doesn't even start for a few months."

"He needs to break them in, and practice." I retorted.

Trina shook her head.

"If little T knew about this, he would want you to go." She said.

I know she's right, so I only shrugged in response.

"And I am not above telling him either," Trina threatened with narrowed eyes and a smile.

I sighed and shook my head.

"Eleven o'clock is really late," I tried.

"Otti!"

I looked over at my boss, John. He came out from the kitchen doors, marching towards me. John has a warm smile on his face, and I know exactly what that means.

"Oh no," I groaned under my breath.

Trina snickered while covering her mouth with her hands.

"Hey John, how's it going?" I asked as he walked up to me.

"Great thanks," he said before nodding to Trina. "Trina."

"Hi John," she replied with a polite smile.

"Otti, I'm sending you home early." John said happily.

I knew it.

"But John, it's only 8 something. My shift is until 11." I tried to argue.

"We're slow. You can finish your tables and clean up. Then go. I will see you on Sunday," he said dismissively.

"Alright," I whined.

"Thanks Otti," John said. "Have a fun night ladies."

"Thanks John, we sure will!" Trina called out as John walked away.

John waved at us without turning around. Then he disappeared back into the kitchen. I tried to avoid Trina's eyes as I wiped the counter.

"So," Trina said cheerfully. "I don't think 9 something is too late."

My eyes flickered up to glare at her.

"Come on, you're out of excuses sis," she stated happily.

"Don't make me go," I tried, giving her my best puppy-dog-eyes.

"Why are you so against this?" Trina asked with a frown. "Joke or not, we're gonna show up looking-"

"Hot as fu.ck, you said that," I cut her off, nodding.

A frown fell on my face as I went back to wiping the table, a bit more aggressively this time. I was trying not to let my emotions show. I'm irritated, but it's for a silly reason. One that I wish would just go away.

Suddenly, Trina put her hand on top of mine.

"Hey," she said softly.

I blew out a breath before looking up at her. Trina gave me a small but warm smile. I knew what was coming next.

"You do know that you're hot, right? Your weight doesn't define you. Thick girls are se.xy too, Otti. Everything about you is hot from your head, to your toes, and all that personality you have in between." She stated proudly.

The corners of my lips twitched up, and a grin spread across my face.

"I just... can't help but be nervous. I feel comfortable working, or at home, or hanging out with you. But a party...? One that my biggest bully invited me to? A-and you want me t-to dress up?" I asked incredulously. "They're all going to make fun of me Trina. They're going to laugh at the fat girl who thought she could put on a slu.tty dress and some makeup. I d-don't want to do that."

"Hey, calm down," Trina replied.

I blew out an annoyed breath.

"Look, I know they're mean, Ott. They're just bored with their own lives. Personally, I think some of the guys bully you because they think you're cute, and I think some of the girls bully you because they're jealous." She stated.

I opened my mouth to reply, but Trina waved me off before I could speak.

"I know you don't agree with me," she continued. "I mean it though. Even Franky agrees. You just don't see it. They shouldn't be that way. I mean come on, grow up. Anyway, I think we should go just to stick it to 'em. If you want to leave at any moment, then just say it."

I shook my head and sighed.

"I don't know Trina-"

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the little misfit Otter."

I groaned as Trina rolled her eyes. A second later Pierce plopped on the stool next to Trina. She ignored him as she picked at her fries. Pierce looked between the two of us with a smile on his face.

"Something I can help you with, sir? A to-go order perhaps?" I asked with clipped politeness.

Pierce's eyes flickered at me. He looked behind him at the booth his entourage was sitting at, none of them paying attention to anything around them. When Pierce looked back at me, there was a deep smirk on his face. Those light brown eyes traveled down my body slowly.

When Pierce's eyes returned to mine... They were hard, intense, something I'd never seen from him before. His usual playful smirk was no longer there. There was just... nothing. No smile, or frown. Nothing to tell me what he was thinking.

I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth with my teeth. I felt a blush working its way up my neck. Pierce's eyes flickered to my bottom lip between my teeth. This time, when his eyes returned to mine, there was something different in them. They were still intense, but now they held a certain... heat. A very... very intense heat.

I gasped softly out of shock. Apparently, that broke whatever trance Pierce was under. He shook his head before frowning at me.

Great, I made him angry somehow.

"So, you still coming tonight, Otter?" Pierce asked.

"Nope," I replied on instinct.

Trina's eyes snapped at me, but I ignored her.

"Awh come on, I got a special surprise for the birthday girl. After all, 18 is an important birthday," he sung out.

Trina's head whipped to look at him.

"You know it's her birthday?" She asked, surprised.

"Yeah, Otti was just talking about it the other day," Pierce answered uncomfortably.

Trina and I frowned.

"Otti never talks about her birthday," Trina commented.

Pierce cleared his throat, clearly ready to change the subject.

"Whatever, if you're too afraid to come, then don't. Stay home and be a loser for the rest of your life. It suits you anyway, Otter." He said as he stood up, his eyes on me. "Besides, what would you even wear? Jeans and a T-shirt?"

My jaw dropped as Pierce chuckled.

"Maybe it's best you just stay home. You wouldn't fit in, anyway," he said with a smirk.

With that, Pierce turned around, and walked towards his friends. After I picked my jaw up from the floor, I shook my head. Now I'm just pi.ssed off. Pi.ssed off and impulsive.

"Ya know what," I said, turning back to my friend. "I changed my mind. Let's go."