Life After An Eating Disorder

I'm NOT a druggie

I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and pulled me off the ground as I was walking home from school. I screeched, I'm too heavy, he'll break his arms, and turned around to find out that it was Jake, my brothers friend, who lifted me into the air, alongside my brother, Shawn, and their other friend, Mitch. "Ughhhh" I groaned and watched as all the boys around me laughed.
"Did you guys do the cheeks cell lab?" I asked once we were all safely in my house, which also happens to be where we all hang out after school. "Yeah." Shawn, my brother, answers without looking up from the TV. I always forget that I'm in the same science course despite the fact that I'm in the grade below him. "Did you have to scrape off your cheek cells? Because my group forced me to do it and I messed the whole thing up!" I casually confessed. "No, we did Jake's" Oh thanks for listening. "I didn't know you three were in the same class." I said and Shawn shook his head. "Mitch isn't in our class." I nod along, "but Jake messed it all up." I look at Jake with confusion in my eyes. "I smoked a joint before class in the bathroom. My cheek cells were pink." He said bubbly. I rolled my eyes. That's not an accomplishment. "You know weed disrupts brain development." I state and he rolls his perfectly green eyes. "If you were a druggie, you wouldn't care." If he wasn't always on drugs I'd want to marry him....  and if he wasn't a fuckboy too, but he's so nice to me. "But I'm not a druggie, and I would care." Jake just laughs. "Man, I'd be so much fun smoking with your sister." He says to Shawn. "You'd probably become addicted though." Jake said, licking his eyes with mine. "Why do you say that?" I asked and he laughed again. He's high again. "Because you've got an addictive personality." Well I'm addicted to you.... "Like this whole not eating business. You're such a beautiful girl, which is why you've got to dig yourself out of this hole you've buried yourself into." FUCKBOY ALERT; FUCKBOY ALERT. Jake sighed. All three of the know about my past with anorexia, I've confessed it to them many times. And plus, it's not that hard to figure out. "I'm better now." I try convincing him. He squatted down to my eye level, his eyes are so green, they were the glimmering color of emerald, sparkling in the light of the morning sun like a fresh sheen of morning dew. They make me go mad. My eyes are green too. Green eyes are rare. If we had kids they'd most likely have green eyes. We'd have perfect rare eyed children. "I don't believe you." I look down. He doesn't have to believe me. I'm telling the truth. "Anyways, why'd you mess up your lab?" He tried changing the topic, but I don't feel like telling him anymore. Jake rolled his eyes. "Come on, AJ, tell me; pleaseeee" Why does he have to be so adorable?! "My glucose levels were too low in my cells so my cheek cells were black." I explain, refusing to meet his eyes. "So in other words you're saying that you haven't eaten in days?" How can he see right through me?! "Well it's not exactly like anyone cares."