A few months after they first met, Madison and Alex were walking down the campus mall and chatting, when Alex went forward and asked Madison if she was interesting in becoming more than friends. They had been having lunch together on days where they had class, and he thought there may be a chance. Alex wasn't stupid. He knew that his size was going to present a challenge to his goal of going out with her, but he thought they had a solid enough connection that perhaps she could see past that kind of thing.
"Madison," he asked while they were walking, trying to balance casualness with importance, "would you ever want to grab dinner sometime?"
Madison stopped walking. She was really hoping that he was not asking her out. As a hot girl, she hated finding out that someone who she thought liked her for friendship was actually just interested in her physically. She liked Alex enough as a friend that she doubted that was just the case, however, she liked things as they were. Her and Alex worked well as friends. It didn't help Alex's case that as bad as Madison felt about it, she just didn't find him very attractive, he was larger than her tastes, and for Madison, that was enough for her to decline.
"You mean...like on a date?" she asked, making direct eye contact.
"Umm, yeah, I guess." Alex said, immediately regretting his decision. His heart was racing, and he was getting a rush from this moment.
"Alex, I umm, I think it's really sweet, but..."
At that moment, Alex's heart sunk, he knew that was it. He felt so stupid for even trying. Would Madison want to be friends with him any more? Would she even talk to him? Madison continued, "...I just think we are better as friends. Since I've gotten here, you've been one of the nicest people here to me, but I don't want to risk losing that." For Madison, it was part truth part whitewashing. He was a friend that she held in deep regard. However, had she been sexually interested in Alex, she would have happily taken that risk. Madison continued, "I'm sorry, you probably hate me right now." she said, trying to deflect blame on herself to make it less awkward.
"No," Alex sad, crushed, "Forget I ever brought it up, that was stupid of me." He said walking away.
--------------------------------------------------------
Later that night, Madison was on her laptop, typing from the desk in her dorm room, chatting online with Cassi, who was stuck in a night class.
Madison: Yeah, I feel bad, but I just am not going to go out with him.
Then, another blue tab popped up on her email server, a chat message from Alex.
Alex: Sorry about this afternoon, I agree about being friends.
Madison thought about what to say, when her original tab with Cassi popped up, reading, Cassi: Is it his size? Madison generally didn't like to highlight the imperfections of others, but she was frustrated by the day she was having, and was still vain enough to care deeply about these things. She wrote in a chat window, Yes! He's just so fat. I don't mind Alex, but I find his fat depressing. He struggles to fit in the desks at class, and what would people say if we went out? Why would I go out with him when guys with 6-packs are checking me out! I just find it disgusting. and she clicked enter. Until she realized something horrible. She had written the message to the wrong window. That message was not sent to Cassi, reading it while bored in her lecture hall. It went to Alex.
"no. no. no. no. NO. NO. NO." Madison screamed "DID I REALLY JUST DO THAT? OH GOD NO."
Instantaneously, in his dorm room, Alex got a message response tab from Madison, and saw the entire message. At first he didn't understand. Then he realized that the message was intended for someone else. Alex started to cry a bit. He knew he looked stupid, crying, but he was alone in his dorm room and couldn't help it. Not only did this girl not want to date him, but she was more than fine with making fun of him to other people.
Back in her dorm room, Madison was panicking. She wanted to throw her $1,500 laptop out the window in a fit of rage, she quickly typed up another message, Madison: Oh my god, Alex, I am so sorry. That message was supposed to go to Cassi. she hit send. "What am I thinking?! I just confirmed to Alex I was talking about him." Madison thought, so she typed up another message. I was just trying to be sarcastic with Cassi---you know, over the top, I don't think that about you. I've changed my mind, we should grab dinner on Friday. Just us. Madison was now crying in front of her computer as well. She could not believe she had done this to someone. She anxiously waited for a response from Alex that evening, but one never came.
Alex's opinion of Madison Kraft changed that evening. He had gone from holding her in admiration, to thinking she was fake and shallow. Someone who was nice to everyone for social perception, but just like the popular girls from high school, and he wanted to make her pay.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author
