All Chapters of choosing between Him or My Ex : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Billie POV Being the chubby, unattractive, and unluckiest girl in school wasn’t easy. It often felt like hell. “Look at her,” sneered one of the girls in the corner. “She’s one of the ugliest girls in our year,” she told her friends, who all snickered and shifted their gaze toward me, mumbling among themselves. I knew better; it wasn’t the first time I had heard such comments. I just walked on, my head buried in my palm as I quickened my pace. She wasn’t wrong, I thought. To be frank, what she said was the truth. I was a chubby girl, and I often felt too old for my age. I had a big stomach, and people frequently teased me about my arms being big and flabby, much like those of an older person. I weigh as much as an elephant, and I was often called that. To make matters worse, I have a birthmark on my cheek that only adds to the mocking. It felt like hell every time I walked around, hearing people talk behind my back. My mom always told me I was beautiful, but deep down, I knew

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

**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

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 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.