(Stan’s POV)
I hated Clyde, so fucking much. But Bebe wanted me to check up on him, and I’m not that shitty of a person.
I knocked on his door before walking in, seeing his face drop at my sight.
“Aren’t you supposed to be at the game, or something?” He asked. I shook my head.
“Stuck my finger down my throat, threw up, got out of it.” I shrugged. He gave me a confused look, but I wasn’t about to admit that I did it cause I felt way too sick to play. I didn’t wanna him to look down on me. Though, he is in the hospital.
“What happened?”
“What?”
“Why’d you pass out?” I asked.
And I can’t stop. It started Freshman year, when I began dieting for football. I didn’t think much of it. Made me great at math, in fact.
But now it’s gotten worse, and I can’t stop. I know it’s an addiction, but I can’t tell anyone. I don’t care about how sick I look and feel, because it was my own choice this time. No one else’s.
I know people are starting to notice. Hell, they’ve been noticing. I remember in Freshman year, when I passed out in the middle of gym class. No one thought anything of it, though. Just had to stay a week in the inpatient hospital so that they could monitor my eating. And shitting. Yeah, I didn’t realize that when you’re put on EDP they watch you shit.
I decided to head to the cafeteria. They signed me in as a “family member” of Clyde’s, so I was allowed in.
I saw the bowl of oranges. There was just something about them. I headed over, grabbing one and peeling it open, before taking the first bite.
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Prohibited Feeling || StanXKyle
Fanfiction(cover made by me!! [Wil]) we're two on this account so this story was written by two ppl!! wil and lay !aged up! kyle barely hang out with his friends because he keeps studying or practicing with his basketball team and stan doesn't like it (worth...
