Girlhood, lipgloss and stupid boys.

Chapter three

"Sorry..you're obviously mad from earlier. Pretend I never opened my mouth." I mumble. I don't know how much lipgloss is too much but I'm pretty sure I've passed that threshold. "I find myself pretending you never opened your mouth pretty often." I wait for some kind of signal that he was joking but I can't find one. He rests his hand on my thigh and i suddenly wish I was with my mom. I miss her so much and I'm so stupid about what I said to Noah and I find myself more worried about that than about Peter.

When we arrive at Lee (his friend)'s house he simply holds my hand and takes me inside, without speaking. When we get in I just sit next to him on his friends couch. He puts his arm around me but doesn't say a word to me the whole night until they order pizza. "Want some?" He offers. I'm so excited he's speaking to me I almost accept until I remember I don't like eating in front of groups (especially him) and the fact that pizza makes me wanna throw up. "No thanks." I say. "Come on.." he holds the pizza up to my face and I feel ill. "It's your favourite food right?" He asks. Tell me he's kidding. He has to be kidding. He KNOWS I hate pizza right? "Um..." I say. "Are you gonna tell me I'm wrong about my own girlfriend?" A lot of people are paying attention to us now. "N-no.." I take the slice from him. When we found out about mom and dad's divorce I was eating pizza and my anxiety was so terrible that I threw up on the pizza and just the smell makes me feel ill.

I take a bite of the pizza and I hate it. I feel like throwing up. My mom messages me. I feel like throwing up.
Lisa: Didn't wanna see me, huh?
I wanna throw up. Noah messages me too. I think I WILL throw up.
Noah: I'm not that mad. I hope you're with her? You need to grow up at some point.
Peter clearly reads my phone because he pushes my phone down and starts to kiss me. Even though we're in front of all these people. His hand moves up a bit. I randomly feel like I hate it. And then I feel it, I AM going to throw up. I run out of the house and throw up in Lee's garden. "What the hell, Brooke!" Peter yells storming out. "It was the pizza..." I mumble throwing up. I hate how nauseous I feel. "God. You're getting on my nerves. Maybe you just wanted to be texting Noah instead?" He says, irritated. "Peter can you not?" I'm sitting on the floor feeling terrible about my mom and about Noah and also about Peter. And also feeling terrible because I'm throwing up. "Walk home. I don't want you throwing up in my car." He says, coldly before returning inside.