i sat down at the lunch table. the quiet, quite nice guy in my english class sat at the same table.
"hello sophia!" he smiled widely.
i gave him a short smile back. he's always so nice and gentle.
we sat there for a while, him eating, while i was staring down at my hands. i've already ate enough calories for two days. i ate a salad last night.
he studied me for a while. "have you eaten at all today sophia?" he asked concerned.
i payed my attention up at him, gave him a small smile and nodded.
that was a lie. but i ate yesterday.
"where's your lunch?" he continued asking me this stupid questions.
"oh, right. i forgot it" i gave him a light giggle, trying to get out of this uncomfortable coversation.
"oh, okay! would you like a sandwich from my lunch? mum made them! i have one left, you can have it!" he smiled widely, showing me his lunch box.
my heart shattered. his lunch looked delicious. i'm sure his mum is great at making lunches. but i'm full.
"no.. that's fine, you can have it." i smiled softly, looking over at him. he nodded slowly.
the bell rang.
finally, now i can get out of this conversation.
i stood up, grabbing my backpack and pulling it over my shoulder. a loud noise.
fuck.
i looked down at the floor. my lunch box fell out of my back pack. i payed my attention over at him.
his eyes.
shit. he knows i lied.
