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Slim Ready Or Not
ChloeI dragged him down to the parking lot where his car awaited, and he unlocked it, holding the door open for me. I smiled and slid into my seat as he closed the door. Then he walked around to his side, briefly checking his phone before getting in and looking at me."I want to take you somewhere," he declared, his eyes mesmerizing me. And somewhere along the way, I managed to ask my question."What about the others?" I inquired, and he rolled his eyes, shrugging."I don't care," he stated plainly, and I burst into laughter, trying my best to maintain composure. Once I sobered up, I took out my phone and called Kai."Hello?" he answered."Hey, Kai," I began. "We'll see you guys back at the dorm," I told him."Okay. Why? Are you guys going to f-" "Kai! Leave the girl alone!" Leah yelled in the background. I couldn't help but laugh, covering my mouth, and heard them on the other end joining in. Then there was shuffling."Chloe? We're going home once we leave here. But we'll be back n
Slim Aiden
ChloeGlancing back at Aiden, who was sleeping soundly in his seat, I wondered how we would manage taking care of him while attending school. Hayden was right. We were just kids ourselves, and now we were responsible for another child. Hayden paced outside, conversing with the person on the other end of the call. Though he spoke calmly, the slight clenching of his fist revealed his underlying tension. Finally, he ended the call, walked to his side of the car, and got in. Silently, he pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the street, occasionally glancing at me when he felt my gaze upon him."Are you okay?" I asked, concerned. He sighed, shaking his head. I decided not to press him further, turning to face him and leaning against the door, taking photos of him without his knowledge. At a red light, he glanced over, his expression blank. I laughed."The apartment is all set up," he informed me, and I realized that we were heading there instead of to the college.I nodded, marveli
Slim I'm Reaching
SlimI stared down at her, waiting for her to speak. Her eyes widened just a bit, and I knew I caught her off-guard. But as she laughed, I raised an eyebrow."That," she paused to laugh. "That was smooth," she said, pulling away from me as she laughed.I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back against the railing, waiting for her to sober up. As untimely as this was, it amused me how she could laugh in serious situations. It seemed like the only time she was genuinely happy."Okay, okay, let's try this again," she said, still giggling, and I rolled my eyes, taking her hand and bringing her closer to me. I lifted her chin, lowering my lips to hers before moving them to her ear, shifting some hair out of the way."Does it make any sense," I started, letting my hand slip further down her back, "if we both already know the answer?" I finished, watching as she shivered.Slowly, the moonlight revealed the dark tint of red on her cheeks, and I chuckled, tilting my head back and staring
Slim Reminice
ChloeI sat on the floor of the apartment, surrounded by papers and pictures, as tears streamed down my face. The sound of my sobs reverberated through the room, and as the sun set, its gentle glow filled the space.Aiden, seated across from me, cried out in his own anguish. His little voice cracked, and I knew he needed comfort just as much as I did. Summoning all my strength, I crawled across the floor, unable to stand, and reached out to pick him up. I brought him close to me, holding him tightly against my tear-soaked chest. Slowly, his cries subsided, and he nestled his head against my neck. Gazing out through the large window, I looked at the city sprawled before me. "Why do you look at me like that?" I asked, lifting my gaze from my cup. He shrugged, momentarily averting his eyes."You're beautiful," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets and leaning against the doorway. "Even if you don't realize it.""You're just being nice," I replied, playfully pointing my pinky fing
Slim Embarrassment
Chapter One ChloeI stared at my reflection in the mirror, observing how my top clung tightly to my body while my jeans were a little bigger than what most girls wore. As a child, I used to imagine myself as a tall supermodel with the stereotypical "slim waist" that all the boys desired. But as the reality of being a "fat girl" set in, I faced constant bullying and ridicule. Weighing in at around two hundred pounds, I became the target of relentless taunts. Every day, as I walked through the school gates, I was greeted with hurtful comments like, "Hey Fatty, I heard you sweat bacon grease." The popular kids were merciless, chipping away at my self-esteem until it crumbled.This all began when my mother fell ill. I struggled to cope with her absence, turning to food as my solace. I hoped people would understand that I was going through a difficult time and accept me for who I was. Unfortunately, society had different plans. Instead of empathy, I received the opposite. It seemed that n
Slim Anxiety Attacks
ChloeThe guy I had nicknamed "Blowjob guy" had left before anything happened, leaving me alone on the balcony once again with the attractive guy. I stared down at the blunt, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. I had imagined myself gracefully inhaling and exhaling the smoke, as easy as they made it look on television. But reality turned out quite differently. As I pulled from the blunt, the smoke burned my throat, causing me to immediately choke. My throat tightened, and in the midst of my coughing fit, I heard his chair scrape against the ground as he approached and took the blunt from my hands."This ain't for you, I guess," he said nonchalantly, and I took a moment to appreciate his thick New York accent. It made my heart flutter, even though he seemed indifferent to my well-being.Once I regained my composure, I looked up and found him leaning back in his chair, now smoking the blunt he had taken from me. He seemed so perfect-his body, voice, hair, face-everything abou
Slim Tell Me
ChloeThe more Hayden drove, the more sober I became. And with sobriety came the flood of memories and emotions. Depression. I had been battling depression since I turned nine. It was a pain that nobody could truly understand, not even my parents.What I longed for was to hear them say, "Don't worry, sweetie. We're here to help you." But instead, those words came from the therapist they sent me to the very next day. Therapy was never much of a solace. It felt like going through the motions, with someone paid to question me rather than genuinely care.But despite the darkness, suicide was never an option for me. As much as I despised my life, I held on to the belief that things could get better. I couldn't bear the thought of passing my pain on to someone else. Hayden glanced at me briefly, and as we passed under a streetlight, I noticed a birthmark on his cheek-a dark shade of red that resembled a perfectly placed splash of paint. He was about to say something when the flashing red
Slim Therapy
Chloe The next morning, I woke up with a dull ache in my back from sleeping in an uncomfortable position all night. Well, it was a bathtub after all. I went into my room and took a quick shower, trying not to stare at myself for too long. Dwelling on my appearance only brought tears to my eyes. Shaking away those thoughts, I slipped into an outfit, let my hair down from the ponytail, applied a minimal amount of makeup, and left the house. As usual, there was no one home.I hailed a cab and settled into the backseat, attempting to relax as it drove through the busy city streets. I watched as the rush of commuters filled the roads, businessmen and women hurrying to get to work on time. The streets were crowded, and a heavy sigh escaped my lips.The cab pulled up in front of my destination - the hospital. Looking at the imposing building before me, I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. I glanced around the crowded waiting area before making my way to the reception desk."Hi," I s
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