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Chapter Eleven

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I didn't get on that glorious site that night. I didn't do much of anything. By the time the clock hit midnight, Vic and I snuck out of his house- making sure to keep out of Mike's sight, and was dropped off at my car which was left by the park from that morning.

When I got home, my parents were already asleep. Which I was thankful for, as I was able to pass on an awkward encounter. I got to my room, locked my door, and let myself sink into my bed without a thought of anything else.

Today had been a mess. Far more than myself could handle. My head was still spinning from everything and it was making me dizzy as hell. I was mentally and physically exhausted and I didn't care for anything but sleep at that point.

I didn't even care that I still had my jumper and shoes on. And I didn't dare pounder any longer on the fact that I smelled like Vic's cologne. I just let sleep consume me and within two, short minutes, I was fast asleep.

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The next morning I felt sore all over. I had a killer headache that made me want to crawl back into bed and sleep it off, even if that consisted of my whole day. My legs felt like jelly, and each step I took was pathetic. And my ass, oh, dear god was that sore. I felt like a truck had penetrated it rather than Vic. Nonetheless, I got ready and was out of the house before my parents could speak a word to me.

Before I drove to school, I got a text from Vic.

Good morning, gorgeous. How'd you sleep?

The caller ID still read his user, which my stomach churn. There's was something about Vic and me being together, I don't know if it was because we we're both really fucked up people, but us being together seemed so wrong. But I wanted to be with him more than anything. He made me feel protected.

I didn't text him back and threw my phone on the passenger's seat before starting my car and driving to school.

We had practice this morning, but it was still a bit early, so I decided to make a stop at the Library first. It was when I reached the doors to the book-filled room that everything came back to me. Mrs. Dean wasn't in there. She wasn't sitting behind the desk like she did everyday, waiting for me to come in and talk about her day. Granted our news that we'd share wasn't exactly "America's next big news" but it was nice. She would always tell be about what she had for diner the night before, and complained about her neighbor who lived upstairs that made too much noise when she came home at 3 am.
They weren't big, breaking news stories, but they were hers and I loved them.

I sighed before walking the direction opposite the library and made my way towards the locker rooms instead. There was still about half an hour until practice, but I decided to use that to my advantage to change in the open for once, without worrying about anyone seeing me.

I walked into the empty, tile lined room and plopped my duffle bag on the bench. I took out some joggers and a random shirt before stripping down. I pulled my pants off, then my shirt and stopped. The fault to this locker room is the large mirror by the sinks, right across from where I am standing.

I caught a proper glance of myself and dropped my shirt to the dirty floor. I slowly walked closer to the mirror as my reflection only got larger and larger. The only thing I could see were flaws. My stomach looked bloated, even though I couldn't remember when I had properly eaten last. My legs were thick and nearly touched. My arms were too short and only looked stubby with all the fat on them. Even though I tried so hard, I never saw any progress. And I can't believe I let Vic see this.

I closed my eyes and drooped my head, not wanting to look anymore. I made a turn on my heels and only opened my eyes when I knew my view was opposite the mirror. When I opened them again, they bulged at what was in front of me; or rather who. I jumped in reaction and quickly grabbed my shirt from the floor and held it against my chest in poor attempts to cover myself.