Elsa picked a chicken salad, followed by a slice of cheesecake for her dessert, and had just paid when Jessica and her three friends came walking over to them.
“Well, well, well, isn’t it lard and butter, feeding their fat faces again.”
Elsa’s cheeks heated, and she hated how those words could upset her. Just once, she’d love to not have her weight bullied about.
“Hey, Jessica,” she said.
Don’t take this crap.
You don’t have to take it anymore.
Fight back.
“So, I heard a nasty little rumor that you think you can take my boyfriend.”
The whole of the lunch hall had gone quiet.
Elsa stared down at her food.
“Don’t think you’re out of the firing line,” Britney said. “Do you really think Kurt wants you over this?”
She pointed at her own tight body. “No guy wants something that jiggles, over this.”
Jessica stepped forward and started walking around her. Elsa tried not to tense up, but it was hard.