"TEEN ROMANCE" ~ Malachi Barton

Chapter - 13

GIOVANNAS POV:

"Look, I just don't understand why your doing this to yourself?" The blonde boy puzzles. He furrows his eyebrows as we continue sitting on the top of the stairs.

"Yeah, I don't either. It feels like I can't control it. Sorry." I roll my eyes, no way in a million years would I ever gain the weight back.

"You need to tell someone, please tell someone." He continues, his furrowed eyebrows now sinking into a look of sadness.

"I will" I lie, I feel my body cringe. I don't like lying.

"Promise me you will." Malachi holds out his hand and points up his pinky.

I stare at his hand for a minute and move one of mine behind my back, with that same hand i cross my pointer and middle finger. With my visible hand I lock pinky's with him.

"Fine." I scoff, and he looks even sadder.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles again.

"It's fine, it doesn't matter." I shrug, "it's not like it could kill me."

His face changes again into one of more confusion and anger, "yes it could. Giovanna, this could quite literally kill you. It messes up your organs. What else have you been doing? Have you been throwing up? Taking laxatives? How else have you been making yourself lose weight?" He asks, concern highlighting his voice.

"Can we just change the subject?" I ask, no longer wanting to talk about my eating habits that seem perfectly normal to me.

"You have to eat something though," he adds on in exchange of ending the conversation. My heart drops.

"I'm not hung-"

"Bullshit!" He snaps, "you just passed out not even 10 minutes ago and you really think I'm that stupid?" He adds.

I look down. He was right, how could I have forgotten I just told him everything. Than it hit me- I told him...everything.

What now? What would he think? What if he tells autumn!? What if he tells everyone! What if he uses it against me?

So many possibilities of everything that could go wrong, but he wouldn't do that right? Not my Malachi, no. But, maybe the Malachi that thinks I did him wrong. I just can't upset him, yeah.

"What would I eat?" I question, a bit worried on what his answer will be.

"I don't know" he shrugs, "what do you want?"

"I don't know..." I mumble, I really don't feel like eating right now, even as hungry as I am, the thought of food isn't appealing, only worrying.

"We can go downstairs and check the fridge?" The brown eyed boy suggests.

"I said I'm not hungry." I repeat.

Malachi furrows his eyes and frowns at me, "come on" he whines, "you can't seriously think I believe that, right? I haven't seen you eat all day." He continues.

"Ughhh," I drag on, "this isn't even your concern." I state, "why do you even care?"

"Because, I'm your friend," he states.

The word "friend" for some reason, hurt.  I hoped he would say that he loves me or something, stupid.

"Fine." I see his body un tense and he relaxes at my agreement.

"Okay, let's go downstairs, okay? Just don't go eyeball up on me."

I laugh at his comment. "Yeah, yeah,"