to be able to look Miss Andrews in the eye tomorrow, good thing I don’t take art.
“Let’s go get something to eat.” Hudson says as he r eaches his hand across the console of his old beat up black Trans Am. He laces his fingers through mine even though he is going to have to remove his hand soon to shift again.
“I’m not hungry.” I sigh.
“How can you possibly not be hungry? I noticed you didn’t eat lunch today.” He says squeezing my hand a little tighter. He was paying that much attention to me? I don’t answer hoping he will drop it, I don’t know why I think he will. “Miley.” He removes his hand from mine to park. I stare at the dull, cracked plastic on his console. “Why aren’t you eating?” he asks. I just lift a shoulder, unable to look at him. “Miley.” He says now in a stern dad voice. I hate it when he talks down to me like he is my dad.
“I just need to lose a few pounds.” I snap as I finally look up at him. “Okay.” I say in a snotty tone that he hates.
His face flinches for a second before concern falls on it. He reaches his hands up and cups my cheeks. “Miley you don’t need to lose weight, you are thin enough.” I try to turn my head away but he doesn’t let me, he keeps my face in his hands. He tilts his head, “you want to be a skeleton with skin like Jess.” I don’t respond. “Miley, being able to see bones is not attractive.” He speaks softly as he thumb grazes my cheekbone. “You want to be with me, right?”
“I think.” I speak barely above a whisper.
“What do you mean you think? We belong together.” He speaks quickly. “You are the hottest chick at school.”
I have to laugh at this. “ First of all I am not a ‘chick,’” I hate being referred to as a farm animal. “And second, I’m not pretty.”
“I’ m sorry, about the chick comment. I forgot how you felt about that.” He says with laughter on his voice. “But you are pretty, Miley.”
I hold up a hand in between us. “I am done talking about this right now.” Hudson begins to open his mouth again. “Please.”
Hudson drops the subject when I ask him too, but he still takes me to get something to eat to appease him, I eat. Then once he drops me off I run on the treadmill for about an hour hoping that is enough to burn off all the calories I took in. After I shower, I lie on my bed my dad is of course not home and I still get this creepy feeling being here alone. Like I am alone but yet someone is here that shouldn’t be. I try to concentrate on my magazine tips on creating the perfect beach wave hair.
When my phone goes off I jump almost falling off my bed. Once my heart slows down a little and I realize there isn’t a murderer in my room, just a new text message I look at my phone.
Declan: How did things go with Hudson?
Me: sorry 4 standing u up.
Declan: no prob. I ’m here ne time u need me
Me: thanx.
I sit the phone down and lean back, I can’t believe he is being so nice. How can he not be upset with me? He has been nothing but a good friend and I blew him off. The guilt stirring inside me makes me take my little box out from my nightstand. Can the cuts take the guilt away? I slowly open the box when my phone beeps again.
Declan: U still there
Me: YRU being so nice 2 me?
Declan- should I be mean
Me: yeah I am a horrible person
Declan: no ur not.
I don’t respond to this and receive another from him.
Declan: What’s going on?
I still don’t reply. I can’t bring myself to. Several minutes later he sends another.
Declan: Helloooooo?
I can’t take this, with h im trying so hard. He has no clue what a horrible person I am. I turn my phone off and lie down in bed pulling the covers over my head I pretend I am the only person in the world there are no others that I can upset or disappoint. It isn’t hard to do when my mom is gone and my dad is barely home, to retreat into my own little world where I am the only one who
“Let’s go get something to eat.” Hudson says as he r eaches his hand across the console of his old beat up black Trans Am. He laces his fingers through mine even though he is going to have to remove his hand soon to shift again.
“I’m not hungry.” I sigh.
“How can you possibly not be hungry? I noticed you didn’t eat lunch today.” He says squeezing my hand a little tighter. He was paying that much attention to me? I don’t answer hoping he will drop it, I don’t know why I think he will. “Miley.” He removes his hand from mine to park. I stare at the dull, cracked plastic on his console. “Why aren’t you eating?” he asks. I just lift a shoulder, unable to look at him. “Miley.” He says now in a stern dad voice. I hate it when he talks down to me like he is my dad.
“I just need to lose a few pounds.” I snap as I finally look up at him. “Okay.” I say in a snotty tone that he hates.
His face flinches for a second before concern falls on it. He reaches his hands up and cups my cheeks. “Miley you don’t need to lose weight, you are thin enough.” I try to turn my head away but he doesn’t let me, he keeps my face in his hands. He tilts his head, “you want to be a skeleton with skin like Jess.” I don’t respond. “Miley, being able to see bones is not attractive.” He speaks softly as he thumb grazes my cheekbone. “You want to be with me, right?”
“I think.” I speak barely above a whisper.
“What do you mean you think? We belong together.” He speaks quickly. “You are the hottest chick at school.”
I have to laugh at this. “ First of all I am not a ‘chick,’” I hate being referred to as a farm animal. “And second, I’m not pretty.”
“I’ m sorry, about the chick comment. I forgot how you felt about that.” He says with laughter on his voice. “But you are pretty, Miley.”
I hold up a hand in between us. “I am done talking about this right now.” Hudson begins to open his mouth again. “Please.”
Hudson drops the subject when I ask him too, but he still takes me to get something to eat to appease him, I eat. Then once he drops me off I run on the treadmill for about an hour hoping that is enough to burn off all the calories I took in. After I shower, I lie on my bed my dad is of course not home and I still get this creepy feeling being here alone. Like I am alone but yet someone is here that shouldn’t be. I try to concentrate on my magazine tips on creating the perfect beach wave hair.
When my phone goes off I jump almost falling off my bed. Once my heart slows down a little and I realize there isn’t a murderer in my room, just a new text message I look at my phone.
Declan: How did things go with Hudson?
Me: sorry 4 standing u up.
Declan: no prob. I ’m here ne time u need me
Me: thanx.
I sit the phone down and lean back, I can’t believe he is being so nice. How can he not be upset with me? He has been nothing but a good friend and I blew him off. The guilt stirring inside me makes me take my little box out from my nightstand. Can the cuts take the guilt away? I slowly open the box when my phone beeps again.
Declan: U still there
Me: YRU being so nice 2 me?
Declan- should I be mean
Me: yeah I am a horrible person
Declan: no ur not.
I don’t respond to this and receive another from him.
Declan: What’s going on?
I still don’t reply. I can’t bring myself to. Several minutes later he sends another.
Declan: Helloooooo?
I can’t take this, with h im trying so hard. He has no clue what a horrible person I am. I turn my phone off and lie down in bed pulling the covers over my head I pretend I am the only person in the world there are no others that I can upset or disappoint. It isn’t hard to do when my mom is gone and my dad is barely home, to retreat into my own little world where I am the only one who
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