Gorgeous || Chrissy Cunningham

chapter three

My hands were clutching onto the side of the bathroom sink as I looked into the mirror to see my reflection.

I was crying. I was crying over something stupid and pointless. How could I? I was better than this. I know I was.

My hands clutched tighter as I saw my mascara running down my cheeks.

Screw you Chrissy Cunningham for making my life harder than it already was.

But... it's not entirely her fault... not really.

"Hey..." I turned around to see Eddie and Robin standing at the doorway of the girl's toilet.

"I know, I'm not suppose to be in here but, is everything okay?" Eddie asked.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine." I wiped the mascara of my cheeks and sniffed.

"Are you really? Because it feels like you're not telling me-- telling us something. It feels as if you're hiding yourself from us."

"He's right, Delilah..." Robin muttered as she rubbed the sleeve of her wool sweater.

Right now and right there I just broke down. All the feelings consumed inside me just came out. My knuckles became pale from clutching onto the sink for too long.

"Okay fine! I'm not fine! I feel like I'm going out of my mind in a bad way! And maybe I don't just like Chrissy Cunningham a little! Maybe I like her a lot, okay? Are you happy I told you everything? Are you guys happy you got what you wanted?" I rambled.

There was silence. You could hear the other students in the hallway. You could hear footsteps and the opening and closing of lockers.

"Delilah..." Eddie then rushed towards me and pulled me into a hug as I buried my face into his chest and sobbed quietly while Robin gave my arm a small squeeze.

Suddenly, we could hear the bathroom door creak open. We all turned around and saw her.... Chrissy.

Her mouth was slightly open and her blue eyes were widened. "Chrissy, I--"

She gave a soft gasp and ran out of the bathroom.

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"Okay, how bad is it?" Steve questioned, sitting on my bed.

I covered my red, puffy eyes with my hands. "Like, super bad!"

"It'll pass."

"Bullshit!"

"I'm not bullshitting! And what even happened anyways?"

"It's none of your business, Steve."

"Actually, it's a lot of my business because we share the same blood."

I sighed and stared at the ceiling. "I was having this full on mental breakdown in the girl's bathroom and Chrissy may or may not heard about what I said about her."

"Uh-oh," Steve muttered. "About how you hate her?"

"No! About how I..." he gave me a concerned look. "About how I like her." There was silence. "Steve, did you just OD?"

"No... I'm just.... holy shit."

I rolled my eyes. "Hey! Delilah! We brought you..." It was Eddie and Robin standing at the doorway.

"Robin? Munson? Why aren't you in school?" Steve asked.

"We could ask you the same question," Robin said. I spotted the candy bar in her hand.

"Well, I'm Delilah's big brother and I'm just concerned about her."

"Steve, calm down, I invited them to stay with me since I'll not be going to school for the past few days," I explained.