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Although she did not need a bodyguard, Gigi was doing an amazing job taking care of her. Gigi started walking out until she turned around "If you ever call her ugly again, I will make sure you don't talk to anyone at all ever again, I will rip your face apart." Was Gigi taking the situation too far? Yes. Did she regret it? Absolutely no. People could call Liz anything they wanted; there were a lot of not pleasant things about her, but ugly? She was the most beautiful girl on Earth. And also by calling Liz ugly, they were intending to say that Gigi had a bad taste in women and everyone knew that was not true.

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“I don’t know why they keep people that look like her around people like us. What if her ugliness is contagious?” “OMG I know right and her kind of ugly has to be contagious. Plus I think she touched me” “Ewww. We’re so getting you soaked in sanitizer” I exhaled and kept walking while they laughed. I have always been the ugly duckling for as long as I could remember and I suppose pretty people get to do what they want to me and I have to stay put and shut up. It’s not like I was expecting anything better. There was really nothing amazing about me.

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Addison fumed, her rage spilling over as she recalled of how she lost Mason overnight to someone she saw as a pathetic, ugly intruder. She was seething, more furious at the fact that Mason had chosen Isabel over her, someone she considered nothing but an ugly creature undeserving of a second glance. Addison might have felt less humiliated if Mason had chosen any other woman instead of Isabel, whom she couldn't even stand to be near.

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”

I kissed her temple and saw a smile on her lips as she went to go sit. After I finished cleaning her orgasm off of my counter I made myself a plate and sat beside her. "This is really good." She said with a mouth full of pancakes and bacon. "Your going to make me gain an extra twenty pounds." "And you'd still look beautiful." I kissed her temple as she smiled and drank some of her orange juice. "So... Colleen Hoover," I said after a moment of silence and us eating. "the author of It Ends With Us, Ugly Love, and some other books?" She nodded still eating. "Well, remember how you told me you could never get a signed book from her because you were always so busy?"

I never meant to stay this late. The university library usually kicked everyone out by ten, but I’d sweet-talked Mr. Kane into letting me finish pulling books for my thesis. He was the quiet type, the one who barely looked up from his desk most days. Tall, dark hair always a little messy, glasses that made his green eyes sharper. I’d had a crush on him since freshman year. Pathetic, right? A twenty-one-year-old student crushing on the thirty-something librarian who probably saw me as just another noisy undergrad.

No matter how hard I tried to look pretty… no matter the outfits I wore or the brands I put on… Felix had never once looked at me and said, You are beautiful, Mia. Well… I couldn’t really blame him. He had always seen me as ugly. And perhaps, in his mind, an ugly woman could never be called beautiful. But tonight… I scoffed. Tonight, we would find out the truth. Between the two of us— Who is really the ugly one? “Come on, Troy! We have to get going. You wouldn’t want us to be late, would you?” I said, snapping him out of the way he had been staring at me.

“We’ll try a spoon of applesauce in a bit. Then soup if the gods smile.” She made a face I mentally captioned bribable. “You brought books,” she said, as if she had to confirm it was real and not a fever hallucination. “I did. No onions.” Her laugh tumbled out—rough around the edges, precious because it was possible. “Thank you. For all of it. The ugly parts included.” “That’s part of the thing,” I said. “The bad and the boring. The good is easy. The ugly is where the vows go.”