Page 42 of The C Agreement

“Explain something to me.”I rolled onto my side and rubbed Rayne’s nipple between my finger and thumb.

She was lying on her back, eyes closed, looking content from the fucking I’d given her. “What’s that?”

Abandoning her breast, I ran my hand down her stomach and between her legs. I liked feeling my cum in her. I grunted and rolled away. If I kept touching her, I’d never get my question out, much less get an answer.

“The night of the bet. When you offered your idea up to me and I told you no, you immediately thought it was because of your body. You’re always so confident, but in that moment, you were the opposite.” I picked up her hand. “I felt awful, you know. It’d never even occurred to me that you would think I said no because of your weight.”

“You must not remember high school.”

I chuckled. “I remember it very well.”

“I meant, for me. You must not remember very well how high school was for me. Or at least, what I went through.”

She tugged her hand out of my grasp, and I felt her withdrawing.

Wanting her to know she had my full attention, I found the covers at the end of the bed, pulled them over us, and faced her again.

“I can sense whatever you’re thinking about isn’t good, but I want you to know, I had to cover you up because I can’t resist you.”

She smiled almost sadly and rolled toward me.

“In middle school, there was a small group of popular kids that called me Rayne the Train or Rayne the Plane.” She winced. “Whatever they felt was bigger that day.”

I wanted to find those kids and punch them in their fucking faces.

“In high school, the boys either ignored me or friend-zoned me. I often felt like I was invisible or a nobody. I don’t know what’s worse—to be made fun of or to be entirely undesired. Nobody liked me. Romantically. Sexually. I had friends, but I didn’t have my first real boyfriend until college.”

“I had no idea.”

“And you wouldn’t have. You and Beau were two years older than me. You were only in middle school with me one year and high school for two. And freshmen and sophomores were on opposite ends of the school from the juniors and seniors.”

“What about Em?”

Em was only a year older than Rayne in school.

She shook her head. “Em didn’t go to our middle school, and by high school, no one really cared about who was popular or not. I always feel like middle school is more like how they portray high school in movies.”

“I can see that. There were definitely more popular kids in high school, but you’re right. It seemed less important.”

“It could have been worse. I was called mean names occasionally. I still remember some of those same kids stealing this other girl’s backpack and throwing everything inside in the garbage.”

“That’s awful.”

She gave me the side-eye. “You ever do anything like that?”

I scoffed. “No.”

To be honest, I had been too busy playing football and hockey, but I hoped even if I hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have been such an asshole.

“I’m glad. Anyway, it wasn’t until I went to college that things changed. I met people who hadn’t known me, growing up, but there were two things that definitely helped me become more confident.”

A true smile was on her face now.

“There was this badass chick who lived in my dorm. She wore cool clothes when we went out. She would dye her hair all these fun colors. She didn’t care what anyone else thought about her. And she had plenty of guys panting after her. The best part? She was fat. Like me. Until then, I had never seen anyone who looked like me but acted like…a thin person.” She laughed. “It sounds funny to say, but I don’t know how else to say it.”

I smiled at how animated she was.

“It was then that I learned different people liked different body types. And it was also where I learned that confidence really was attractive. Sure, I had read about it in magazines, but it wasn’t until I met her that I realized how true it was.”

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