Today was the first game that I would be cheering at. Believe it or not I actually made it through the whole week of practice and its not so bad. The bitchy cheerleader is actually pretty cool, her name is Hannah, and I guess we're friends.
The game is about to start, so I go into the locker room to put my uniform on.
As I'm pulling the skirt up my legs I realize that I must've gained weight or something because I can't get it past my mid-thigh.
"Hannah," I run up to her in a hurry. She's standing by her locker talking to Ally.
"What's up Vi?" She turns to face me.
"My skirt doesn't fit."
"Oh no. It does look like you've put on a few." she circles around me, looking over my body from head to toe. Not gonna lie, I feel extremely self conscious. She gasps," I think I know how to help."
I'm shuffled over to the bathroom stall. Hannah comes in behind me and latches the door.
"Obviously you're not going to be able to cheer today since we don't have any extra uniforms, but you still need to put off the weight right?"
"Yeah I guess." I always thought I was pretty skinny. I don't understand how my uniform doesn't fit. My eating habits haven't changed. Maybe I need to exercise more often.
"Well I have a solution," she smiles and holds up two fingers, "just shove these babies down your pie hole and the weight should practically fall off!" She gives me a huge smile.
"Well um, do you do it?" I've never thought about making myself throw up. I don't even know if it's safe. I mean of course I want my uniform to fit, but is it really worth it?
"Well I used to. How do you thing I have this rockin' bod? Listen, I'm just trying to help you out. You don't want the whole school referring to you as 'eats to much pie vi' do you?"
"Well no." Has someone called me that before? Somehow I get even more self conscious, more than I've been in my entire life.
"I'm telling you," she sticks her fingers in her mouth and pretends to throw up, "works like a charm."
"O-okay." I stutter, still unsure about how I feel about this.
"Well," Hannah clasps her hands together, "I better get out there, good luck." she smiles and quickly runs out to the field.
Okay Violet, breathe. Think of the pros and cons. If I do this I lose weight, and I can cheer again, if I don't do this I will probably get fat and never cheer again.
Maybe I should do it. It can't hurt right. I mean I've thrown up before when I've had the flu and stuff. It can't be that bad. I take a deep breath and shove my fingers to the back of my throat. Immediately I gag, and the contents of everything I've eaten today is now in the toilet.
The remaining puke on my mouth is wiped away with the back of my hand and I step out of the bathroom. Quickly I wash my hands and go over to my bag, remembering I have some tic-tacs in there. I pop one into my mouth, lock my locker, and head out to the bleachers. I promised Luke I would watch the game today.
I sit next to a boy with scruffy brown hair and he looks at me in disgust.
"You willingly come to these awful things? I'm only here for extra credit since I'm failing gym." He scoffs rolling his eyes.
"Um excuse me?"
"Oh where are my manners!" He gasps, " I'm Louis. Gay, sassy, and incredibly good looking." he smiles
I laugh, "I'm vi-" he cuts me off.
"Oh honey, I know who you are. Everyone knows who you are; fresh meat
"Um okay." I chuckle.
"But seriously, why the hell would you willingly spend your Friday night here?" He flicks his eyes to the field in disgust.
"Well, I was supposed to cheer, but," I trail, not wanting to tell Louis why I wasn't on the field with the other girls right now.
"But nothing, why aren't you out there shaking your ass with those other bitches. And I mean bitches in the nicest possible way, but what the hell?"
"I don't wanna talk about it." I avert my eyes to the ground, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
"Oh shit you look sad. What's wrong?" He wraps an arm around me and I give him a confused look. I literally just met this guy ten minutes ago. "I'm a touchy-feely kinda guy, you'll get used to it."
"Well, I went to put my skirt on and it um didn't fit."
"What the hell? Who do they make those uniforms for, toothpicks? Obviously not humans 'cause I'd say your the skinniest girl on that bitch squad."
"Thanks," I laugh. A tear rolls down my cheek, and I don't exactly know why I'm crying, but I am.
"Violet," he sighs and wraps his other arm around me.
Our little moment is ruined by some asshole shouting at us.
"Oh look, gay boy finally came to his senses and found a girlfriend!" His friends join along with him and they are all laughing hysterically.
I feel Louis tense next to me and I become mad.
"Hey," I stand up, "shut the hell up. Why does his sexuality have anything to do with you? Oh yeah, it doesn't! So grow the fuck up and find something better to do with your life." I yell and even though pretty much everyone's attention is on me, I don't care. The guys put their hands up in defense and snicker as they walk away. Frustrated, I sit back down and release a sigh.
"I think people like that are sick, I'm so sorry." Louis nods his head as I give him a sympathetic smile.
"You know what I think?" He sing-songs.
"What?"
"I think," he snatches my phone and starts typing away, "that you're my new best friend." My phone is handed back to me with a new contact added to it. Louis wiggles his fingers and walks off. I look at my phone and see the contact name,
"MY BOO LOU"
I laugh to myself. I feel this warm fuzzy feeling down in my stomach. I think I finally found my first real friend at this school. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't end up cheering tonight.
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AN: so I guess Louis' in this book now, surprise mothafucka. Still have no idea where I'm going with this story but I'm just gonna go with it.
Edited: July 2nd, 2015
