"Man, I am beat!" Riley said, blotting his forehead with a towel.
"Me, too. Jen agreed. "I cannot wait to get home and relax."
"Hey!" Riley said. "I have a great idea. Let's order a pizza for dinner tonight."
"That sounds awesome." Jen agreed. "I am really not looking foreword to hearing Julie complain about Roxy's cooking again."
"What's going on, guys?" Marcie asked, joining them.
"We're gonna order pizza later." Jen said. "Care to join us?"
"Sure!" Marcie said eagerly. Her mouth watered at the thought of melted cheese and spicy pepperoni. After Nick commented on her weight at the breakfast table, she decided that he was right. She could definitely stand to lose a few pounds. Actually make that a lot of pounds.
Even after all this time she still couldn't figure out what Michael McBain saw in her. He was a doctor; and he had gone out with Jen. No way could Marcie compete with that. They were complete opposites. Jen was beautiful, blonde and skinny, while Marcie was... well, truthfully, she was fat.
All her life she'd had a problem with her weight and never thought she'd be good enough for anyone.
But Al Holden changed all of that. He was the love of her life. He told her she was beautiful, inside and out.
She glanced over to find Nick talking to Rex.
Jackass...
Nick was the one who brought her insecure feelings to the surface. She shouldn't let his harsh words get to her, but the truth was that they cut her to the bone. She peered into her backpack at her brown bag lunch, still untouched from earlier this afternoon.
It was impossible to find a quiet place to eat alone at the work site. With Nick constantly in the shadows, it was best not to risk it and simply refrain from eating. However, that would be a near-impossible task. According to Nick, eating was one of Marcie's hobbies.
It was a harsh thought, but she couldn't deny the truth in it. As soon as Nick spotted her with food, the comments would start all over again.
Her stomach growled with hunger and she looked over at her watch. In just a few short hours, she'd be home, indulging into her favorite food. The thought was enough to keep her going for the rest of the workday.