Luna Clark

Chapter 3

''Luna! What's wrong!?'' Alexander panics.

''I'm fine. It was just some...I felt dizzy for a moment'' I say.

''That is not fine. You want me to stop the car?'' He asks worried.

''It's fine Alexander, just take me home'' I tell him.

''Have.. you eaten anything?'' He asks.

There it was the same old question. I'm tired of hearing it every day. Why can't people just mind their own business? There is nothing wrong if I haven't eaten. I skip meals all the damn time and I'm fine. I wanted to yell at him, I felt anger inside of me. But it wasn't his fault. I saw worry behind those hazel eyes. He was compassionate, like my dad.

''I haven't...'' I say and look down.

''Well, would you like to eat something?'' He asks nervously.

''I'm not hungry'' I tell him and look deeply into his hazel eyes.

He bit his bottom lip and looked away. There was something he wanted to tell me but he didn't. I can tell he was really worried about me. He didn't have to feel worried, I was fine.

''Where do you live?'' He asks.

''A block away, Lydia street. It's the white house. The only white house.'' I say.

''Wow, we're neighbors haha'' He says.

''Are we ?'' I ask surprised,

''Yeah, I live next door'' He says happily.

For a moment I felt happy too. But if he lived next door that means he won't leave me alone now. Alexander seemed to care about me which meant I worried him. I had enough with my mom being so nosy and now him. Great...

He opens the passenger door for me and I walk out. He parked his car in front of my house. The pavement is wet and the rain never stops. He is left standing in front of my door and I don't know what to say.

''Well, thanks for the ride you really saved my life and my favorite boots.'' I say and giggle.

''No problem Luna, anytime...Are you sure you'll be okay'' He asks.

''Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a feeling of dizziness it's not like I'm going to die.'' I tell him.

''Would you like to eat a sandwich with me?'' He invites.

''How about I make them?'' I suggest.

His face lights up. We come inside my house. The familiar smell of honey. I go directly to the kitchen and Alexander follows me. I had never brought any friends to my home before. I actually never had any friends before. I can see mom came home for lunch and left a sticky note on the refrigerator.

'I won't be back till 8 o'clock. Order some pizza. Love you.'

''I have peanut butter and jelly or jam'' I say.

''Peanut butter is the best '' He smiles

I go to the counter and grab four slices of white bread. When I'm putting the Peanut butter on them Alexander is exploring my living room. There's still some unpacked boxed filled with home decorations and family pictures.

There's a picture of my dad, Angelina, and I hanging in the living room wall. I remember we took that picture summer of 2011. At the Mexico beach. One of the best summers of my life. I stand next to Alexander just having a memorable moment staring at the picture.

''You don't have sibilings'' he asks.

''Nope. It's just me and my mom now.'' I say and go back to the kitchen.

Alexander seemed to catch up so he doesn't ask anything else about my dad. I now that he is curious and anxious to know. I never share my personal stuff or thoughts with anyone. There's something with Alexander that makes me wanna trust him. Part of me feels like he's going to understand and keep with him anything I ever tell him.

''My dad passed away two years ago. He had a car accident. My mom thought it would be better if we started over somewhere else..'' I tell him and take a bite of my sandwich.

Alexander listens attentively to every word that came from my mouth. I stare down at the wooden floors and keep on eating my sandwich. The hunger was killing me and it feels nice to have something inside my stomach now.

''I understand what it feels like, it must be very bad what you're or went through'' He says.

Wrong. He doesn't understand what I am going through. What it feels like to lose your favorite person in the whole world and just move on. He doesn't understand what it feels like to be perfect, the desire to be someone else. He doesn't understand what it feels like to be alone all the time, with no one to talk to. No one to listen. No one to comprehend. But he's compassionate about it. And I like that about him.

''Thank you..'' I whisper to him.

He knows that I'm not only thanking him for the comment but for everything else. For the ride. For the mew friendship. I always overthink every detail of my life. We finished out sandwiches and Alexander's phone rings.

''Mom? Yeah I haven't forgotten....okay I will. Uhmn. I will. Love you mom'' He says and hangs up.

I just giggle when I see his blushing.

''My mom wants me to pick my little sister from school, then take her to ballet class. Would you like to come?'' He asks.

''That's so sweet of you, but thank you I'll be fine. I have some unpacking to do anyway.'' I tell him.

''Thanks well that sandwich was delicious. Here's my number, in case you feel dizzy again.'' He says.

So he hasn't forgotten about it. And I know he won't. I hand him my phone so he can type his number in. He saves the contact and leaves. He exits my door with a big smirk on his face. I'm left standing thinking about his hazel eyes. First day of school wasn't so bad and I'm glad I made a friend.

I go upstairs and change into yoga pants and a sports bra. I put my wet clothes on the washing machine. That peanut butter sandwich was too much. I promised myself I wouldn't eat anything till dinner. I hurry to the restroom look down at the toilet. 'Don't Luna, Don't ' I whisper to myself. Part of me is telling me to do it. I throw up.

I hate myself for doing that right now. Tears stream down my face. I don't even know why I do this anymore I just want it to be over. Why can't I be perfect like everyone else. Why can't my life go back to the way it was. When it was perfect. I can't hold this inside of me anymore. I was getting better but now I'm not.

'You'll be perfect' I tell myself as tears keep streaming down my face. I flush the toilet, wash my face and smile at the face in the mirror looking back at me. I go back downstairs to finish unpacking.