John POV
“A prank?” I wondered as we strolled out of the clothing shop and headed for the movie theater. Blake had been raving about a movie that had just come out, and since we had the night off, I decided to take her and her friends to see it. I wasn't expecting to bump into Billie, who was shopping with her new friend Ann in a boutique. Honestly, Billie didn’t need any more clothes; she had plenty of oversized clothes at home. “Yes,” Blake said. “I want to pull a prank on her that will freak her out so much she'll drop out of school. I need her to stop embarrassing me everywhere I go.” “Yeah, you’re right,” Blake's best friend added. “ she your sister? Wouldn't that be too harsh? And wasn't she your ex, John?” Stephen chimed in. I shoot a look at him. “stop saying that man I don't like it. She is just a freak you know I dated her for her brain to get me that grade. And I was even trying to reconsider her but when she is damn not reducing her weight and she is putting on more pounds I have no choice but to drop her. I didn't love her she is just a pushover” Blake laughed.” oh my love I know you don't like her and you just keep me getting jealous whenever I see the two of you together and I was wondering have he dumped me for her ?” “Mama thought she had a real boyfriend and had to stick to him her whole time,” Mimi said. Steve laughed. We moved in to get the tickets for the movie while Blake and her friends stayed outside and waited we went in to get tickets for the movie. Blake one thing I like about her was all about her. Her shape, her looks, her beauty and her mature manner and she is also one of the popular girls in school I mean the popular one, not some old fatty lady who doesn't know their place in society. You know for a moment when I was dating her sister Billie I thought she was cool. But she wasn't cool, she was smart and intelligent but she didn't have good looks and a figure. I hated even hanging out and pretending I loved her. Even being with her makes me want to puke but I hadn't got a choice. But I liked Billie for one thing that I didn't about Blake. She is nice and gentle and always wants to help people unlike Blake who is hot-tempered and rude but it's okay I love her like that and I thought Billie was just pretending to be good since no one likes her. “Hey man, we better go,” Steve said, nagging me. “Oh yeah, let’s go watch a movie,” I replied, walking out of the ticket booth to find our girls. I glanced over at the boutique where Billie was still shopping with her friends. A bike was parked outside, and a slender figure sat on it, watching through the glass. He seemed to be focused on Billie, but I had a feeling it was Ann he was looking at. The way Billie moved caught his attention, and he adjusted to follow her every motion. What was wrong with him? Why was he looking at her? Who was this guy? I shook my head; I didn’t care. I didn’t love her, and it wasn’t my concern. But something about the situation made me want to know who he was, and seeing him look at her made me angry. What was all this about? I didn’t love her, and I didn’t even think she was that great, so why was I worrying about her? This is just foolish. **Billie POV** The ride home was quick and smooth. Even though it was late at night and I was feeling tired, the encounter with Blake and John at the movies occupied my thoughts. I reminded myself that we weren't dating anymore. We had never really been dating, to begin with. I got out of the cab after it parked a few feet from my house. Ann had gotten off a few kilometers before me since she lived with her aunt in a bungalow a bit farther away. I paid the taxi fare because Ann had covered the cost of the clothes she bought for me. We always split the bills. That's one of the great things about having friends. Speaking of clothes, I shifted the leather bag to see all the items we had shopped for. It felt heavy, and I wondered what else she had put in it. I had seen her with a few coat bags and some clothes, but with this weight, I suspected she had added some extras when I wasn't looking. If my mom were to see all this, she would question me since I already had a lot of clothes at home—big ones that fit me, though I felt embarrassed to wear them. Being on the heavier side, I couldn’t wear the slim-fit styles as Blake did, so I just endured it. I hoped Ann had chosen some larger clothes that would fit me. That is if she knew my size. “Hey, Mom!” I greeted as soon as I entered the large living room, decorated with a Christmas tree and bells. Christmas was approaching, and it had been a while since I had remembered. I didn’t have any friends to spend it with, but now that Ann was around, I guessed this Christmas would be worth it. “Hey,” her voice drifted back from the noise of frying food in the kitchen. She must have been busy making dinner, so she didn’t have time for me. Well, she never really had time, either. It was always about Blake. Since I wasn’t going to get much of a reaction, I decided to head upstairs. When Mom walked out of the kitchen, her hair tied into a knot—her cooking look—and wearing her apron, she still looked beautiful, just like Blake. But something seemed strange; she was holding a card in her hands instead of a spoon. “This is for you,” she said, handing it to me. “I wonder what phones are for these days when someone still goes around sending postcards. I found this in the postcard stands outside, and it has your name on it.” A postcard with my name on it? What was she saying? No one had ever sent me anything before, not even a phone call—except from Ann. “Are you sure?” I asked her. She nodded. “Yeah, take a look.” I took the card from her. It was true; my name was inscribed on it, with a heart attached at the bottom. Who could... “I think someone finally has time for you,” she added with a smile as if I had just gotten a boyfriend like Blake. I felt like I was on top of the world, but then I just stared at the card blankly. This isn’t a dream—my name is right there. I wanted to open it, but I stopped myself. It could be a trick from someone at school, or maybe it’s from Blake, her friends, or John. I felt uncertain. “What’s that?” Blake asked from behind me as she walked into the living room with Dad by her side. “Hey, Billie,” he said with a smile. I smiled back. It felt strange; this is how my dad and I greeted each other—no hugs. I don’t know if he’s afraid to hug me because of my size, worried that I might squeeze the air out of him. Mom could only give a brief hug, and that was it, while Blake received hugs, kisses, and cuddles from both of them. “Nothing, just that someone sent Billie a postcard,” Mom said. Blake and Dad exchanged glances. “Postcards??” Mom nodded. “It may be from her friends. I’m just glad someone else besides that girl is being friendly with her.” Blake laughed. “No, Mom, don’t think of it like that. Billie has no friends; she is always lonely. Except for Ann, no one speaks or talks to her. I just hope it’s not from one of her bullies.” I looked at her. She smiled. She might be right; it could be from her friends or her bullies. I placed the card on the sofa. “I don’t think I should read it.” “No, it’s okay,” Dad chimed in. “Open it and see who it is from. It might be exciting.” He wore that mischievous smile I recognized. I knew what that meant, but I wasn’t going to let it go his way. So, I picked up the card and opened it, feeling Blake’s curious red eyes fixated on me. What could it be? Is a hate card full of insults or a friendly letter from someone? I thought about it as I carefully opened it. I swallowed hard as I revealed the paper and struggled to look at it. When I finally mustered the courage to read it, I was dumbfounded. I stood there for what felt like an hour. When I finally regained my composure, Blake asked, “What’s in there? Why are you surprised? It’s a trick, right? I know it. Why would someone like you be expecting kind-hearted words?” She laughed. “No, it’s not a trick,” I told her. “It’s probably sweet words from someone who thinks I am beautiful.” Even as I said it, I couldn’t fully believe those words myself, but that’s exactly what it was—someone I did not know reaching out to me. Except for the name he wrote at the bottom, "MN," what does that mean? “Read the letter,” Dad's harsh voice said. I braced myself. “Hi Billie, it’s a shame to meet you like this. I could have called or seen you in person, but I chose not to for certain reasons.” I paused, wondering what those reasons were. I continued reading, “Do not get me wrong; it isn't because of who you are, but something else. I have always watched you from a distance, and how people describe you is not how I see you. To me, you are someone who has made me realize that hope still exists. Your posture doesn't define you—your spirit does. Do not be concerned about what those people say. They call you fat, ugly, and even an alien, but to me, you are my angel. They are just jealous of who you are. I heard your twin say she isn’t your sister, and your boyfriend abandoned you after using you. They do not see beyond their narrow views. I love you for who you are and am willing to see you differently when we meet. This is a short introduction, but you can call me MN, as you saw at the bottom. Nice meeting you, angel. See you soon. MN” I finally exhaled after reading it through; I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath for what felt like ten minutes. MN? Who is this person? It felt as if I were in a fantasy, but when the wail of Blake reached my ears and her red eyes fell on me, I knew it was reality. “How dare...?” she fumed, but her disappointment silenced her. “I will get you for this, Billie.” Then she stormed upstairs. Dad had been watching me the whole time, and finally, he spoke. “I’ll go talk to Blake. See you around dinner,” he said to Mom and shot me a cold look. Mom nodded. After he went upstairs, she smiled at me. “Help me set the table, would you?” I nodded. She was the only one not angry. Then came the worst thing she had ever done, which made me want to puke. She patted me on the shoulder. “Good work, Billie,” was all she said. What? I hadn’t done anything special; it was the letter that had done it, and that was thanks to my guardian angel. That’s what I would call him. But who is he?Billie POV I couldn't sleep as I stared at the piece of paper that had brought me so much happiness. All my worries were swept away, and I felt like a huge boulder had been lifted off my shoulders. Whoever this person was, they surely had to be my guardian angel. I looked at the number written beneath the letter. There was one thing I hadn’t shared with my mom, dad, or Blake—I knew it was a website, but I couldn’t tell them for fear of tearing the paper. The number was written backward, but I quickly figured it out. I took out my phone and punched in the numbers. At first, it rang for a minute before redirecting me to a voicemail. “Hey there, angel! I knew you would call me,” the voice said. I froze. What the hell was this? He knew I was going to call him! That meant he must have had this number just for me; a blush crept over my cheeks. I knew no one was around, but I still tried to hide it. The sweet, husky voice that made my heart skip a beat spoke again: “How was your letter?
**John’s POV** I stood by my locker, peering at a group of girls chatting on the other side of the hall. I knew a few of them from hanging out with Blake, but she was nowhere to be seen. Her best friend, Alisha, was missing too. What could possibly be going on? Blake was usually here by now; she was always surrounded by some group of girls—she was the popular one. Girls like her were always making new friends, unlike her sister. I glanced over at Billie, who was busy muttering to her only friend, Ann. They seemed to be happily chatting, and Billie was blushing the entire time. What could possibly be making her so happy? And why was she blushing? This was a new development. I had never seen her laugh like this before. Since Ann became her friend, Billie didn’t seem the same. She used to be the gloomy one, always sulking. People didn’t really like her, and I didn't either; I just used her to get good grades in English class. Now that I no longer needed her help, our connection had f
**Ann's POV** It had been three hours, and I still hadn’t found her. “Billie!” I called out, hoping to locate her soon. I checked the classroom, the lab, and the cafeteria, but she was nowhere to be found. Had she gone home? I wondered. But it couldn’t be. Billie wasn’t the type to leave school at this time. I started to think about what John might have said to her. I just hope she’s okay. I truly do. She means more to me than just a friend; she's practically a sister. Even though I was approached by many girls who wanted me to stop befriending Billie, I declined. They even said they wouldn’t hang out with me because of her, but I didn’t care. To me, Billie was special. I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt protective over her, especially since John broke her heart and her sister betrayed her. She’s been living a tough life. Billie is truly strong, and I’ve always admired her. I often wonder how long she had to endure everything on her own before she met me. I’m just gratef
Nate POV This morning was something I had dreaded for a while. As soon as my brother parked outside the school and I stepped out of the car, all eyes turned to me. They couldn’t deny my charm, could they? I was tall—six feet, not three (just kidding)—and muscular, with wavy hair that I brushed back, covering most of my neck. Although my hair was long, I had it cut before coming to this school. I had blue eyes like my mom and a pointed nose that seemed to drive all the girls crazy. This wasn’t my first time at a new school; it felt more like my hundredth. I had just moved from California to this small town after my dad passed away. My mom returned to her hometown to settle down, as many widows do. She refused to remarry and decided to focus on raising us. Although we weren’t kids anymore, she still treated us like we were, and I loved it that way. I was the charming, handsome boy of the family, while my sister was the "witch," as I affectionately called her. “Hey, boy!” Zack called
Billie pov “No,” I said. Ann threw a hard glance at me, and I smiled. She shook her head, disappointed. The new boy looked confused for a moment, and then he smiled at me as if he understood my intention. It seemed like he was smiling at me. I hid my eyes and faced my parents and Mr. Rogers. And The memory earlier came playing in my Head. I raced out of the room where I had been earlier with John. My heart felt like it was shattering into a thousand pieces. I knew it was a lie; it wasn’t a prank. John was lying, and I could see it. But I didn’t know what to think. Why is my life such a mess? I can’t tolerate it anymore. How could MN be someone who knew John? I thought it was a prank, a bet. I dashed into one of the toilets and broke down. I hadn’t cried like this before. I didn’t know what to do now; I just needed some time alone. My life had always been difficult, and just when I started to have hope with M.N., I was thrown back again. Of course, how could someone like me be l
Billie pov I lay on my bed, unable to sleep after everything that had happened. A slow smile crept across my face as I remembered our drive home. The drive with Nate and Ann was something I hadn’t expected from the new guy. He seemed genuinely kind and, of course, jovial. He had volunteered to drive us home and borrowed his brother's car, who had come to visit him. Nate had been ranting non-stop for what felt like an hour, which put Ann on edge. She hated how he was trying to be nice, even though she resented him; after all, she had been in the same position as him. But after he saved me from Blake, she had formed a good impression of him. “Hey, girls, aren’t you some item?” he joked as he turned onto the bumpy road. Ann smirked. I hardly ever saw her smirk, but I noticed it now as she shot an angry look at Nate. “What do you mean by 'an item'?” she asked, her voice sharper than usual. “I mean, you act like her sister even though you’re not, while her sister acts like her rival.
Blake POV I strode back into the corridor, Mom and Dad behind me as they spoke to Mr. Rogers. Billie had left with her friend and the new boy. I couldn't stop wondering what she had done. How could she still defend me after I had done something horrible to her? The look on her face was one I had never seen before; she didn’t feel like the Billie I knew. She always acted weak and would seek help from anyone willing to offer it. What was she doing? I thought. She seemed like a different person, brave even. I hated the expression she had. How could she act so good after what happened? I always wanted her to be afraid of me. I wanted her to keep her distance because I didn’t want anyone to know she was my sister—my twin. It was embarrassing and depressing. I knew it hadn’t always been like this when we were kids. “The castle is almost finished!” small, chubby Billie chuckled as she molded the sandcastle with her delicate hands. I had to admit she was always good at art, while I was bus
Billie POV I slowly got up from bed as the alarm went off, ringing loudly enough to almost burst my eardrums. I reached out and pressed the button to silence it. I leaped out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom for my early morning visit. After a few minutes, I came out only to hear something that nearly made me want to throw up. “Oh God, Ann, what are you doing here so early?” Mom's voice echoed from downstairs. My ears pricked up. I must be dreaming, I thought. “I came to pick Billie up for school. Since we have a project to work on today, I had to get her early,” Ann's cooing voice was instantly recognizable. What the hell is she doing here? I couldn't believe it. She had come to pick me up? The last time I checked, I didn't have any project with her. It was a blatant lie. Why was she here? I needed to find out. Mom's voice sounded again, and then I heard the front door creak open and close. I knew Ann had entered and that Mom was busy giving her directions to my room.
Billie POV As I stood there, I could already feel the sweat forming on my brow, and the tall man walking towards me only intensified my discomfort. He was handsome with perfectly defined muscles, a slight mustache, and tousled hair. His physique reminded me of Nate's, but Nate was undeniably more attractive.The man wore a long leather jacket and black trousers, and his smile was striking, giving him a model-like appearance. I couldn't help but wonder, Who is this man? When he reached me, he asked, “Are you looking for someone?” His voice was deep and directed at me with an assertive tone. Though I didn’t know him, being lost in the middle of nowhere and the midst of a race, I felt I had no choice but to respond. Perhaps he could help me find the person I was looking for.“Yeah, have you seen a girl who looks like me, but…” I gestured with my hand to indicate my size for him to see. His eyes widened as if he hadn’t noticed my weight before. Then he smirked. “Much larger than you, ri
Billie POV The next few days were awful. I had to stick to a strict diet, training, and exercise regimen. I had never pushed myself like this before, but I knew that I would eventually start seeing results. However, the other contestants were making it difficult for me. They hurled insults that were much more painful than the names I had been called at home. Thankfully, Betty was the only one by my side. She stayed quiet whenever I was attacked, but she stuck by me whenever I was being bullied. I couldn't blame her; she was scared and had faced many challenges like mine, but she hadn't overcome them yet. As for me, I still had my battles to fight, and it took me some time to start making progress.Savannah, our instructor, was kind and beautiful, but she also had her backstory, just like the rest of us. She was once chubby like us, and after undergoing this training, she chose to become a teacher and help others. I didn't think I would follow the same path, especially since Savannah
Betty POV The moment she got thrown on the floor, I couldn't take it anymore. Of course, I had heard about her, but over the last few days that she had been here, I had gotten to know her. She was mistreated and tossed aside, just like I had been, like all of us here who were bullied by our peers because of our weight. I had been through hell and back; my friends abandoned me, my best friend did too, and even our neighbors stopped talking to me. I felt all alone.Before the break, I didn't even go to school; I was used to sitting at home. My mom tried to convince me to speak with the teachers about the bullying I faced from my classmates, but I stopped her. I didn’t want that because I knew it would only double the bullying. My mom didn’t understand me; no one in my family did, except for Grandma McCarthy. She was the only one who truly got it. She told me that her grandchildren were also like me. Though they were twins, one was the epitome of beauty while the other was the big, fat,
Billie POV I gulped down my toast and drank my coffee. The rich aroma hit me like it was brand new. This was the most delicious coffee I had tasted in a while. It had been two days since I arrived in Miami, and I could honestly say everything was going well. The view from my grandmother's porch was beautiful, and the atmosphere was vibrant. For once, I understood how it felt when someone decided to change their environment. Perhaps this was what my mom was afraid of—me not coming back home. But I still had unfinished business back home. I mean, unfinished business—only I understood, and I carried that weight in my stomach. It was going to be tough.In the past two days, I had tried calling Ann, but my calls wouldn’t go through. I kept getting her voicemail, and it seemed she wasn't checking it. I wondered what had happened. It was strange; I felt like I must have done something wrong, or maybe she lost her phone. But I couldn't think of anything I had done. Maybe she was just busy, I
Billie POV Days passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was on my way to Miami. As I stepped off the plane and into Miami International Airport, the humid air enveloped me like a warm hug. The sounds of salsa music and lively chatter filled my ears, a stark contrast to the quiet, small-town life I was used to. Back home, the airport is a tiny terminal with a handful of gates and a view of cornfields. Miami's airport, on the other hand, is a bustling hub with sleek glass walls, tropical plants, and people from all walks of life rushing to their next destinations. The vibrant atmosphere was infectious, and I felt a thrill of excitement as I navigated through the crowded concourse. Everything about this place exuded energy and excitement—so different from my quiet rural town.We took a cab to Lane, where Grandma lives. It had been years since I had visited, and I couldn't remember much, but I could say Miami was the biggest city I had ever been to. Unlike my small town, Miami had tall s
Ann POV “Did you tell her?” Her voice echoed from the other end of the room. I shook my head. “No, I think she's too caught up in her plans to go to Miami,” I replied, shooting a look at the blonde girl.“Why did you have to approach her? You caused all this,” I added.“What, caused?” Valentine laughed. “That I warned her about the threats surrounding her?”“This was none of your concern. And what about him? Why does he care for her as if she owes him something? Or is she just bait? You think I don't know what he’s planning?” I growled at her, but she merely chuckled.“Oh, you see, Mrs. Ann, or whatever you call yourself, Billie needs help, and that’s what I provided—help. I also prepared a place for her. Do you like that she was threatened by her friends and drugged at the party? Do you like that?” I flinched at the mention of being drugged. She knew exactly what would rile me up or make me go silent, but I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.“She is my friend. Stay away from her.
Billie POV “What?” The trail of Anna’s hair hung down her neck. “You are traveling with your grandma?” I nodded. She was just processing the information, so I could see she was shocked. I wasn’t surprised, but it was sudden for me, and I hadn’t had time to tell her last night since she was with me at the hospital, and I could bet she was tired. When I finally told her, she was both shocked and happy. “As happy as I am, I’m also sad,” she said. “It’s going to be boring without you.” I understood. I would also miss her; I’d be gone for three months. I was wondering how I would cope without her. Truthfully, Anna had always kept me company since the time I met her; she was a good friend, and I could count on her. I wanted to tell her about MN and Valentine. I didn’t want to hide anything from her—she was the only one on my side. She really knew me. So, I decided to share. “Look, Anna, I have to tell you something.” I said, and she turned to face me with a serious look, studying m
Billie POV That was it, I thought as I lay on my bed, playing with my phone. I could tell Mom was disappointed; from the way she looked and sounded, it was clear she was sad about me leaving. I never knew she had this emotional side to her. She had always been distant, but unlike my dad, she paid little attention to me. Still, that didn’t erase the past. Blake was always the favorite. Anyway, that was behind me; it had been last night since the conversation with Mom and Grandma, and I could tell they hadn’t discussed it further.Grandma was given the guest room downstairs, where she always preferred to stay, complaining about having to go up and down the house. She hated exercise. They had finally given her approval—not that she needed it anyway—to take me away.So, it was just a day before I was set to spend the holiday with Grandma in Miami, and I don’t know why, but I could feel excitement stirring inside me. It was the kind of feeling I hadn’t experienced in a long time.Ann was
Billie POV I slowly turned over in my bed as the night dragged on. The memories of the previous evening flooded my mind, especially Grandma's sudden appearance. She was never one to show up somewhere without a reason, and her visit this time was because of MN. Although I thought I had lost contact with him, it seemed he had been messaging my grandma. The chat I had seen indicated they had been in touch for a while, but I didn’t know much beyond that. It appeared he had been keeping tabs on everything I did and was aware of what was happening in my life. However, I didn’t feel anyone suspicious around me or that I was being monitored. Everyone around me just went about their daily routine of bullying me, and Ann being who she was, so how could it be so easy for someone to pry into my life and know about the incident from yesterday? He even knew about that.I sighed as I tried to recall all the new faces I had seen, but there were none. I was the only one who brought Kane with me as my