Chapter 2

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On the way there I notice Tameka starting to breathe heavily.

"You alright?" I ask.

She clutches her chest weakly before replying "Yeah Imma be alright."

I noticed something strange in the tone of her voice,

"Did you eat this morning?" I ask.

Tameka goes quiet which is when I realise something is definitely wrong.

"We've talked about this, you need to eat regularly, starving yourself is bad for your health" I explain to her.

She gives me a daggering look while letting go of her chest.

"I don't need advice from a skinny bitch" she says coldly.

I unravel my arm from hers then silently walk besides her all the way to college. 

Once I arrive im greeted by a guy who's about 5"8 with golden dreadlocks handing me a leaflet.

"Welcome to Fayton College" he says smoothly.

I get nervous while taking the leaflet saying "Thank you" underneath my breath before scurrying away behind Tameka, who I still haven't spoken to yet.

We walk into a hall with navy blue walls, and over decorated stalls. My eyes are immediately drawn to the cheerleading stall, and when I peer over at Tameka she gives me puppy dog eyes. A smile forces itself onto my face and we both rush towards the stall. Sat there is a caramel-skinned black girl with her hair tied up into two ponytails using bright blue ribbons.

"Hey girls, just write your names down if you want to try out" she says exhaustedly.

Looking unbothered by our presence she hands us a light blue form to write our names down on, then stares blankly at us until we leave.Tameka and I walk away to go and view all of the other stalls. 

"Come look at this one!" I say while grabbing Tameka's arm as we head towards an art stall.

Tameka gives me a 'really bitch' face. 

The guy at the stall is a lot more friendly, he takes his green hat off before handing us keyrings with miniature paintings on them.

"Girls! You're at the best stall. At our art club everyone is welcome, we have meetings every Thursday with snacks" he says without taking a breath.

I tilt my head towards Tameka while grabbing the sign up sheet from him, in response she subtly shakes her head so the guy in front of us doesn't notice. I shrug then write my name down. After about half an hour spent walking around the stalls, a teacher walks in,  blows into his whistle to announce that mixing time is over and that we should make our way towards the upper hall before leading the way there. The hall looked fairly empty while we were walking around, but now as everybody gathered in a group behind the teacher I notice up to 150 people coming towards me. Tameka and I picked the same course, Chemistry, so I'm guessing we're all in the same class. 

As we all leave the hall Tameka and I go boy hunting, the first boy we spot is about an inch taller than Tameka, which by her standards was incredibly short, Tameka is only 5"1. He has a cute face with faint dimples that appears as he's talking to the guy next to him. I raise my eyebrow at Tameka and she blushes.


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