✨*Jake's Point Of View*✨

Running up to see Katie in pure distress made me feel bad for leaving her. I went to go pull her into a hug, but she just stands up and pulls away from me.

It hurt so bad... Seeing her like this. Why was she crying? Did someone say something to her while I was gone?

She had tears spilling over her cheeks with rough sobs escaping her. She brings her hand up to her face to try and wipe away the tears, but she just bursts out.

"NO!" She screams out in a sob.

She takes in a shaky breath before continuing. Everyone was staring.

"Y-You can't be my friend Jake! No one is going to accept this! I'm just a joke to them... I'm... I'm a joke to you, too, aren't I? There's no way you want to hang out with me. I'm FAT Jake. Why do you even c-care?!" She shouts at me, staring into my wide eyes.

She doesn't want to be friends?... But Katie... You're the only friend I want... Can't you see that? I want to be your friend. Why are you saying this?

Someone had to of said something to you, I know this has to be it. I know how they can be to chubby teens.

"Katie..." I mumble, concern leaking out of my voice. I started to tell her that I wouldn't take that as an answer or option, but she stormed out the cafeteria without even giving me a chance.

So I followed her.

"Katie!" I shouted after her.

No answer, she just kept walking.

"I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me what the hell is going on!" I demand, my heart aching ever so slightly. Whoever upset her like this, is surely going to pay.

"Rachel. That's what." She snaps, turning towards me as I stop only a few feet away from her.

She looked broken. So, so broken. I wanted to fix her. Like they fixed me.

"What about her?" I ask, confused.

"She doesn't understand why you want to be my friend. She thinks either one, you have pity on me," she counts with her fingers.

"Two, someone is paying you to hang out with me. Which one is it Jake?" She asks so seriously.

Was she joking? No one is forcing me to do this.

"No Katie. No one is making me do this. I'm doing this out of my own free-will. I want to be friends with you. I like hanging out with you. Is that such a crime, Katie? Just because of what others think about you and I, doesn't need to determine our friendship and how we should just end it because of them. No Katie, that's not how friendships work. Not to me, at least." I tell her honestly, looking her dead in the eyes.

"I.... How can I even tell if your telling the truth?" She continues on, but her sobs had stopped, she was listening, but still doubting herself of my words.

"Katie. If I didn't want to be your friend, I'd flat out tell you. I wouldn't be wasting my time right now if I didn't want to be your friend." I growl softly, looking into her sad eyes that still didn't believe me.

"It's... Just so hard to believe this... It's like a dream come true for me. Someone cute like you... To notice someone like me, Jake... I... I still can't be your friend..." She sniffles, seeming to have cut off all ties.

Her gaze fell to her feet, holding one arm as she looked so lonely.

I smile, looking at her with a slight blush on my face. "Then... Can we be more that friends, Katie?..." I see her eyes go wide, her gaze falling upon my green eyes.

Her cheeks start to blister a bright red as she looked like she was about to cry again. "Don't make fun of me like that Jake!" She whines, a fresh wave of tears washing over her.

I walk closer to her. She wants proof, then I'll prove it to her. She seems scared from how serious I look. Katie was backing away a little. "Jake, what a-are you doing? G-Get ba—"

Before she could even protest, I press my finger against her lips." Stop talking and let me kiss you, dummy." I smile at her, her face only reddening more.

I lean down and gently kiss her soft lips. I close my eyes, showing my passion for her with each movement of my lips as she doesn't move. She tries, but her movement is rigid.

After this, there was no way we could be friends again, which is why I'm making her mine.

My girlfriend.

Yes. I want her to be mine.