The Duff: Designated Ugly Fat Friend

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Author: Kody Keplinger
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thank me later.
     Caffeine headaches are a bitch, and I know how you girls are. When you gain five pounds, you’ll blame me.”
    “Whatever.” So what if I gained weight? I was already the Duff, and the one guy I wanted to impress had a serious girlfriend.
     I could gain seventy pounds and be no worse off.
    “Sorry, Bianca.” Joe moved to the other end of the bar, where Angela and her best friend, Vikki, waited to order drinks.
    I drummed my fingers on the wooden surface of the bar, my mind far away from the music and strobe lights. Why hadn’t Iinsisted on staying home with Dad? Why hadn’t I just made him talk to me? I kept imagining him, wallowing in his misery… alone.
    But that’s how we Pipers handled stress.
    Alone.
    Why was that? Why couldn’t either of us open up? Why couldn’t Dad admit that he and Mom were having issues? Why couldn’t I
     confront him about it?
    “Hello, Duffy.”
    Why
did that jackass have to sit next to me?
    “Go away, Wesley,” I growled, staring down at my restless fingers.
    “I can’t,” he said. “You see, Duffy, I’m not one to give up easily. I am determined to hook up with one of your friends—preferably
     the one with the fantastic rack.”
    “Then go talk to
her,
” I suggested.
    “I would, but Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls. They chase him.” He grinned at me. “It’s all right. She’ll be over here
begging
me to sleep with her soon. Talking to you will just speed up the process. Until then, you get the honor of my company. Lucky
     for me, it doesn’t look like you’re armed with a beverage tonight.” He laughed but stopped suddenly. I could feel his eyes
     on me, but I didn’t look up. “Are you all right? You don’t seem as aggressive as usual.”
    “Leave me alone, Wesley. I’m serious.”
    “What’s wrong?”
    “Go away.”
    The anxiety inside me needed to escape, to be released in some way. I couldn’t wait until Casey and I got back to her house
     to vent.I needed to let it out
right then
. But I didn’t want to cry, not in front of half the school, and there was no way I was going to talk about it with Joe or
     the douche bag next to me, and punching someone would just get me in trouble. I couldn’t see any other options, but I felt
     like I’d explode if I didn’t let it out soon.
    Mom was in California.
    Dad was drowning.
    I was too much of a coward to do a damn thing about it.
    “There has to be something bothering you,” Wesley persisted. “You look like you might cry.” He put a hand on my shoulder,
     forcing me to turn and face him. “Bianca?”
    Then I did a really fucked-up thing. My only excuse is that I was under an unbelievable amount of stress, and I spotted an
     outlet. I needed something to distract me—anything far away from my parents’ drama—just for a second. And when I saw my chance
     I didn’t stop to think about how much I’d regret it later. An opportunity sat on the bar stool beside me, and I lunged at
     it. Literally.
    I kissed Wesley Rush.
    One second his hand lay on my shoulder, and his gray eyes rested, for once, on my face, and the next my mouth was on his.
     My lips were fierce with bottled emotion, and he seemed to tense, his body frozen in shock. That didn’t last very long. An
     instant later, he returned the aggression, his hands flying to my sides and pulling me toward him. It felt like a battle between
     our mouths. My hands clawed into his curly hair, tugging it way harder than necessary, and his fingertips dug into my waist.
    It worked better than punching someone would have. Not only did it help me release the agonizing pressure, but it definitelydistracted me. I mean, it’s hard to think about your dad when you’re making out with somebody.
    And as disturbing as it sounds, Wesley was a
really
good kisser. He leaned into me, and I tugged at him so hard that he nearly fell off his bar stool. In that moment, we just
     couldn’t get close enough to each other. Our separate seats seemed
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