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Payton P.O.V.

 "What is that?" I asked Tristen as he held my worst enemy face to face with me. It was in a weird oval shape with prickly stuff all over it. The top had these long leafy things sticking out of it and Tristen held it out to me as if I were going to touch it.

Tristen gave me funny looked before say, "Payton, it's a pineapple."

"Yeah, it's the death of me," I said pushing it away from my face. If he thinks I'm eating that foul thing then he is hilarious! Matter of fact, he's the best comedian I've ever meet. First I run after his car for miles looking like an idiot and now he expects me to eat that? Ha! We'll see.

Dropping the pineapple onto the counter Tristen ran a hand through his dark hair, really? He's acting like he's the one doing all the work. Can someone say temper issues? "Payton," he said with a small smile on his face. "Yes?"

"I don't care what you like and don't like, my job isn't to care about you or what you like shoving down your throat! My job is to help you shed a couple of pounds, so if you think I'm going to be your friend through this whole year then I'm sorry for you because you’re wrong!"

I felt my eyes watering, No not from what he said and not because he hurt my feelings. "Your--- your my trainer for a whole ye--year?" I asked him and he looked at me as if I were stupid. "Did you not hear anything else that I said?" he asked and that’s when I officially understood what he said. "I'm stuck running and eating crap for a year! I thought this was only for a week!" I yelled.

I ran out of the kitchen and into my room, slamming the door behind me. I was thinking about getting something to eat from my stash to make me feel better but thought better of it---Tristen would probably smell it on my breath and take away my Cheetos. So now the question is, what can I do for the next couple of hours? Eating isn't really an option and if I try leaving this house Tristen will only drag me back here. 

A smile grew on my face, but maybe I can sneak past him and go to that ice cream parlor a couple of blocks away. By the time I get home he won't be here. What a genius I am! I got off my bed and pushed my window up and climbed, it was a struggle getting out the window but I made it and climb down the tree.

"So you think you can escape me, huh?" I jumped before turning around and looking at Tristen. He had a huge smile on his face as he leaned on the side of the house. "Next time you’re trying to run away stick to doors.”

"What's that suppose to mean?" I asked. I already have everyone at school calling me fat and I don't need him calling me fat. But does it surprise me that he's calling me fat.......nope, not at all. “It just means you should stick to using doors until you learn how to climb down a tree without shaking every branch."

I shrugged at least he said it nicely. "So where were you trying to go anyways?" he asked me and my eyes grew wide. 

Well since I'm caught I might as well tell him where I was going, "To Sam’s Ice Cream Parlor down the street." 

"You know I can't let you do that," 

"Yeah, I figured."

He laughed at me before saying, "Why do you have to make everything so difficult?" His laugh was nice, friendly even. It made me smile and think that maybe Tristen isn't all that bad after all. He wasn't bad looking at all; he had dark brown hair and electric blue eyes. I don't see some like him walking around town that often.

"I don't make everything difficult, I just like making it a challenge," I admitted and now both of us laugh. 

"How about we meet each other half way?" Tristen asked, he held his hand out for me to take.

"I don't see how that can work at all." I put my hand in his hand and I couldn't help but to feel...different.

"If we can't meet each other half way then I guess a year is going to pass by really slowly," he said holding my hand before guiding me back to the front of the house. He sat on the stair before pulling me down to sit next to him. "Let's start with names," 

"But I already know your name and you know my name," I pointed out.

"Well then let’s start with getting to know each other. Maybe if we learn more about each other than maybe we can meet each other half way," he said with his electric blue eyes staring at me. Maybe that can work out but I honestly think this personal trainer thing isn't going to work out. When I didn't answer, he looked at m with a raised eyebrow and a friendly smile on his face.

"Is it a yes or a no?" he asked. 

“Fine," I said and that’s how it went.

I told him about myself, I told him about Trisha and how we meet in second grade. I told him about how I started becoming chubby in fifth grade and kids teased me. I told him all about Brianna and her best friends Sierra and Lucia. I told him about what happened today and surprisingly I told him something that I've never told anyone before, "I’ve always wanted to be a model." 

I know it's a stupid and unrealistic dream but hey, I could still dream. He didn't say anything but he kept watching me waiting for me to say more. I shook my head at the thought, as if to erase it from ever crossing my mind. "Forget what I said," I said quietly looking up that the bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds scattered across the sky. 

"Why? Are you ashamed to admit that you want to be a model?" Not knowing what else I'm supposes to say, I just shrugged as a reply. I didn't mean to tell Tristen that, it just kind of slipped out. I’ve had the dream of being a model ever since I was seven but now that dream is just too far away to reach.

"Payton, I want to hear what you think about yourself" Tristen said as he held my hand and gave it a soft squeeze. 

"It's nothing."

"Payton what did I tell you about lying to me?" he asked in a hard tone. Even though his voice was hard his expression was still soft and friendly. 

"Being a model is way out of my reach, I'm 192 pounds at the age of sixteen. Everyone at school made fun of me ever since elementary school because of it. I'm not skinny like all the other girls, I'm fat and ugly," I said everything so softly that I was surprised if Tristen had even heard me. 

When he actually spoke I thought it was just my imagination, besides my family and Trisha, no one ever said anything like that to me. "Well I think you’re pretty," Tristen said with a smile on his face. “Being skinny isn't everything. Most skinny girls are flat chested and have no boobs or ass and definitely have no curves what so ever. Guys like feeling curves on a girl and a little something here and there." I didn't know if I was supposed to feel better about myself or embarrassed. Well it didn't matter because I was both embarrassed and felt a little better. 

I looked away from him blushing, never in my life I would think I would be talking to a guy about curves and what he likes to grab on a girl. "Now if you think your parents got you a personal trainer because they think your fat your wrong. They love you and think that your unhealthy habits are destroying you," I could hear every word he said but I keep my gaze up in the sky. He stopped as if he were in thought before getting up and crouching down in front of me so his electric blue eyes were starring back into mine.

"How about this in five months you'll be out of school for summer break, by the time summer comes you'll be a healthy weight and then you and I can go to New York City and sign you up for modeling," I smiled before my eyes started watering. 

"You'll really do all that for me?" I asked in a shy voice. He doesn't look like the type of guy that'll go out of his way for someone else.

"For you, anything that will make you happy," he said but for some reason it sounded like there was more to what he was trying to imply. I didn't pay it any attention at that time. Instead I just wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him. He hugged me back, laughing at my reaction. 

"Thank you so much Tristen," I said in his ear while still hugging him. 

Once he pulled away he looked at me before saying, "But this means you’re going to have to listen to what I say, almost every day we're going to be something that involves moving and you’re going to have to quit eating junk food for a while." 

“Ok!” I said without hesitating. 

"Are you sure you want to make such a commitment now?" he asked and I nodded without hesitation. 

He just stared at me for a long while, eyes sharp, brows together and lips straight. He just stared at me and next thing you know a small smile appears on his face before he grabs onto my hands and guides me into the house. "So where do we start?" he asked me.

I thought about it for a second before smiling and saying, "Let's get all the food out of my room first." He smiled before he followed me up to my room.  We worked together throwing away all the sweet things that were stashed in my room, under my bed, in my draws, closet and in my school bag.

Next we went into the kitchen and for the first time in my life I cooked something that was actually healthy with the help of Tristen. I was so proud of myself that I asked Tristen to help me make dinner for my family. We made turkey meatballs with spicy tomato sauce and whole wheat spaghetti. Of course they loved it and I can't lie but I loved it too. 

Maybe my dream isn't as far away as I thought it was. 

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