Jane shook her head. "No."
"Hey, it's no big deal," Rose said with forced cheer, patting her stomach. "I mean, I'm not gonna turn myself into a whale for you or anything, but ten, maybe fifteen pounds--I don't see what it could hurt."
"It's not a good idea, Rose," Jane said, blushing.
Rose lowered her voice again. "Come one. Admit it. You're interested."
"Fine. I'm interested. But I am not asking you to put on weight for me."
"Pfft, so I pack on a few. It'll be fun. I can eat whatever I want. I really don't mind, Jane."
"And what happens if we break up, huh?" Jane pointed out. "What happens then? Don't answer. I know what happens. Suddenly I'm the bad guy. Suddenly it's my fault that you got fat. And then you're out there spreading rumors about me and telling everybody what a gross pervert I am. I really don't need to go through that again."
"I would never do that."
"Yeah, well. You say that now."
"I'm not going to blame you over a few extra pounds! God, what kind of shallow cheerleader bitch do you take me for?"
"Rose, you're my friend. Please. Don't put me in this position."
Rose shrugged. "Okay, okay. We don't have to go out. But I'm free to make my own choices, and if I choose to bulk up a little, that's up to me, right?"
"Rose--"
"And if you decide you want to be a part of it," she continued snippily, "you know where to find me."
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By lunch, Rose was already regretting her words. Jane was her friend. What kind of jerk put a friend in that position? And Rose had always hated the losers who couldn't take no for an answer. Still... she just knew she and Jane were a good match. Jane just needed a little push to see it.
And if she didn't follow up on what she'd said, Jane would think she was a total wimp. And Rose would rather look like an asshole than a flake any day of the week.
So she followed up her sack lunch with a hot lunch from the cafeteria, and tossed down a bag of M+Ms from the vending machines on top of it. It was a lot more food than she was used to. She could barely keep her eyes open in her next class, her stomach was so full.
Five pounds, she decided. If five pounds doesn't win her over, I'll drop it.
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