The DUFF: (Designated Ugly Fat Friend)

Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you

Wesley took my hand and laced his fingers with mine. “You look beautiful tonight, Bianca.”

We’re all fucking Duffs.”

“I’m not the Duff,” Wesley said confidently.

“That’s because you don’t have friends.”

“Oh. Right.”

Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you

He’d tried to talk to me once or twice after English, though.

“But Bianca?” He winced and rubbed his jaw. “Next time tell him he should feel free to write a strongly worded letter first. Hell of an arm on that kid.”

“Did you just punch my dad?” I couldn’t help but wonder if I was delirious. Had all of this really just happened? Totally bizarre.

“Yes,” Wesley admitted.

Wesley Rush doesn’t chase girls, but I’m chasing you.

Tell me, Wesley, why don’t you talk to your parents?”

He never looked at me or spoke to me or even seemed to notice me in the back of the room. For a girl with such a fat ass, I felt pretty invisible.