Duff. That name stuck with you since middle school, ever since you were stupid enough to confess your love to someone and got brutally rejected. None of your friends thought of you as the 'designated ugly fat friend', but you weren't blind. You were always bigger than most people, that fact alone made it hard for you to believe you would ever be an object of someone's attraction. Add to that the fact that all of your friends were the definition of gorgeous, and you get the duff.

A night at the club. You didn't really want to go, but your friends begged you to join them, after some pestering you gave up and tagged along. The night turned out to be pretty fun in the end. You put on your hottest outfit, did your best makeup and hair. You actually felt pretty, which doesn't happen that often around your friends.

As you were sipping on your drink, you swore you could feel someone staring at you. After a quick look around, you and your friend found the source of that uneasy feeling. A guy was staring right at you, smiling and even winking occasionally. He was with a few other guys, all of them pretty big, with dog tags around their necks. You couldn't believe a guy like that, a real catch that was also in the military, was staring at you. You convinced yourself he was looking at your friend, that you were just being delusional, until you heard him and his friends.

“Soap, are you serious? You have a hot chick right there, and you're checking out that thing?”

One of his friends commented, which made him visibly irritated. He responded instantly, and did it loud enough so you would hear. It was his way of trying to let you know that he was indeed staring at you all night, not your friend.

“I like em' bigger shithead, not that it's any of your business.”

With that short, but rather clear statement, he made his way to the dance floor, giving you a look that was a clear invitation to join him.