Bulimia(Luke Hemmings)

Thirteen

I drove to school like mother asked, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel nervously. There was no way I'd be able to make it through the day without going absolutely crazy.

When I pulled into the parkinglot, I sat in my car for a moment, composing myself. Luke was okay. He had to be okay. There was no way he wasn't okay. I was a terrible liar.

I got out of the car and hurried inside, slamming directly into Amy.

"Watch it, freak!" She snapped. Then a look of realization grew on her face. "You hang out with Hemmings don't you?" She asked slyly. I hesitated but nodded. "Oh this is just beautiful! Where is the little faggot?" I let out an involuntary growl.

"He's not a faggot!" I snarled. Amy rolled her eyes

"Oh please. Have you seen him? Of course he is. You're stupid if you don't think so. " she finished. I was at my tipping point. I brought my fist back and let it collide with her redone nose. She stumbled back and gasped

"Y-you broke my nose! Geoff!" She shouted. The blonde boy from the day before hurried over.

"What is it, baby?" He asked quickly.

"She just punched me!!" She screached. Geoff looked uncomfortable.

"I...can't hit a girl..." he said slowly.

"Yes you can!! Just do it you idiot!" She roared. Geoff looked at his feet then up at me. His eyes grew serious and I bolted down the hallway. I could hear his fast foot steps approaching me quickly. There was no way I could out run him. Then, I found my exit. The library. I dashed in and went straight to the librarian, strinking conversation about some upcoming author. Geoff stopped outside the library door. He looked like a wild animal.

Last period came quickly, and soon I was in the girls locker room changing for PE. Without warning, my stall door was kicked open. There stood Amy and a group of girls. I quickly pulled my shorts up in shock. Two simple words were spoken.

"Get her." When they were done, it seemed that half of my hair had been yanked from my head and everything was sore. I did have to admit however, that I landed a few good punches on some of them. There had to be at least six in all. Who knew bimbos could hit so hard?