𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧

⌜︎𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑎 ♔︎ 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑡ℎ ⌟︎

"hey mara, wanna go get ice cream" Anthony softly asks, pity written all over his face "you know mom would kill me if she found out I ate that many calories" I reply, wet eyes on my book.

"She won't find out, come on" he moves from his spot behind the door, walking closer to me. "No Tony, she'd kill me. I don't want to take a risk like that" I say sternly. Suddenly the book once in my hands now in his as he places it on the nightstand face down, knowing I would kill him if he lost my spot.

"Anthony!" I whine, he smiles down at me "come on, mara" taking my hand he drags my frail body out of my comforter, not bringing up my appearance or taking a double take just as if I looked normal.

which I certainly did not.

Throwing a pair of his grey sweats that I didn't even notice he had at me, I swiftly pull them on then tie the strings, making them fit.

"Mom and dad just left for their date so they won't be home tell late, let's go" he says, shoving my phone into the pocket of my sweats I nod before we both walk out of my bedroom.

-

Placing the pink plastic spoon in the frozen milk and sugar, I stir it around, playing with it instead of eating it.

"Hey did you know, when frogs get sick they throw up their whole stomach then eat it again? I personally think it's quite cool but last night I told Anna about it and she said it make her want to throw up." He speaks fast placing his spoon full of ice cream into his mouth.

"Gross" I laugh out placing my spoon into my mouth, barley any ice cream on it. As the frozen dessert hits my tongue my stomach flips, feeling full yet so sick.

"Also guess what I found out, do you remember mom's friend Laura?" He asks, I nod. "Well her and her husband just broke up because he was cheating on her with six different women!" He goes on, a deep belly laugh comes from me knowing how proud she was to be married to a man who sort of looks like Channing Tatum, always bragging about him.

"No way! I hated how much she bragged about him" I laugh

He nods a proud smile on his face "Karma strikes again" he adds making me laugh harder as time passes.

Looking down at the paper bowl, only a spoonful left.

Like clockwork, my stomach begins to feel worse full, then empty. Guilt trips me as I feel all the weight I've lost through out the weeks has suddenly grew back in a matter of minutes.

Silver lines my eyes as I stare down at the cup, Anthony softly grabbing my hand makes me look up, his eyes shining brightly as a soft smile lays atop of his lips.

He distracted me into eating.

-

"Mom please, stop!" I suck in as much air as I can before her fingers go back down my throat, a gag comes from me as hot tears stream down my flushed cheeks.

After three gags she removes her fingers, my stomach aching and clenching as I throw up, stomach acid making my tastebuds cringe.

"Don't make me do this again Amara" my mother says in a low threatening tone.

-

Somebody violently shaking me makes me jolt up out of my sleep. "Amara? Are you alright?" A male voice barley recognizable asks me. Looking up through blurry eyes I see Rafael standing there with a worried look on his face, in his pajamas.

"uhm... yeah" I nod whipping the few tears that had fallen "are you sure? you where screaming" he goes on, for little reason at all anger builds inside of me "Yes Rafael, everything's fine. Close the door on your way out" I reply sternly looking away from him.

It takes a minute before hearing his feet hit the floor slowly fade along with the door shutting quietly, I close my eyes and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I haven't dreamed about Anthony in weeks, his voice wasn't as I remembered. That if I could. With every detail about him slowly fading I've started to hold on to the smaller things that I could never forget, the hugs he'd give me out of pity, the way his voice softened when he talked to me, the voicemails he'd leave me after every race.

Everything seems to disappear whenever I think of him, nothing else matters.

⌜︎𝘦𝘯𝘻𝘰 ♔︎ 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 ⌟︎

"what the fuck" I manage to get out, staring as both Dallas and Mr. Russo run around placing their clothing back on.

"mr.black, what are you doing here?" he asks me buckling his belt "alex, what are you doing inside of a student?" I mock him finding pure amusement out of this situation.

shock still there, Dallas out of all people fucking not only a adult but a married one.

"Enzo I swear it's not at all what it looks like, let me explain- and what of Zack hmm? was he just a toy to you?" I cut her off, skating on very thin ice.

She looks down to her feet for a second, her face red either out of embarrassment or anger.

"You have no right to use that against me you have a new girl on your arm every week!" she speaks slightly shouting, alex's hand on her back moving in circular motions, soothing her.

A boyish smirk grows as I fully understand how much I can get out of this situation.

"Enzo, please. I'm begging. Don't tell anyone" she pleads, tears pricking her eyes.

"and what do I get out of it?"

𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐧 𝐜𝐦𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐬 !!