Mirror Mirror Can't You See, What You Show Is Killing Me

Exercise [Chapter 2]

After school, I head for cross-country practice. I love cross-country mostly for the fact that it's good exercise. Also, It's where I met my boyfriend.

"Hey C," Ky smiles, hugging me from behind, "What is this?" He mock gasps, "You're skinny as a twig. Do me a favor, eat a steak." 

"Nice try liar," I laugh, "But you know I'm a vegetarian." For the sake of humor, he laughs along. 

"Ooh that's right," He winces, "guess that means you don't want to go to Burger King with me after practice then?"

I shudder to think of going in there with all that greasy, delicious...NO! NOT DELICIOUS! Disgusting fattening, terrible food. And then I start to laugh. Ky's just as against meat consumption as I am. He's as likely to eat meat, as a preppy girl is to come in Hot Topic. 

"Starbucks?" I try. Coffee helps take away hunger. 

"Starbucks," He agrees, and I relax. The coach then calls us to meet at the beginning of the course. Half of it in the woods, half on open fields. The beauty of the trees, just beginning to blossom for spring, would take my breath away if I had any left. I almost stumble over a tree root and have to catch myself. Ky slows

"You ok C?" 

"Yeah, fine," I mutter, although I'm on the verge of blacking out. I guess I should have eaten something today, maybe some of the salad, or yogurt. I'm not going to be able to finish out the course, so I take a shortcut through a different part of the forest. I beat Ky to the end of the course, and waited for him there. I had some time to think before he got there. What would he do if he found out? I doubt he would still love me. I doubt anyone could still love me if they really knew me. I'm a freak. I'm worthless.  

And most of all, I'm fat. Ky interrupts my chain of self-destructive thought by racing  up to the finish line. Instantly I reinstate my fake smile; although it becomes more real the longer I stare at him. I mean come, on. He's gorgeous! He has the most amazing black and green hair. He wears his guyliner almost as well as Gerard Way. He has a perfect face, beautiful lips, and whenever he smiles I melt. To top it off, his fringe is never messed up! I'm both jealous and in love. 

"What are you smiling at crazy?" He poked my nose. 

"You," I smirk. 

"Oh?" He raises his eyebrows, "What about me?" 

"Nothing," I shake my head, still grinning like a psychopath, "You ready?" 

"Yeah," He says, turning around, "Let me bring the car around for you." 

I roll my eyes, "I can walk!" 

"Or," he looks at me, mischief dancing in his eyes, "I can carry you." As soon as the words leave his mouth he scoops me up and starts to run, laughing like a maniac the entire time.

"Hey!" I protest, "Let me down!"

"Not a chance," He replies, running faster. I try to squirm out of his grip, but he is unfortunately stronger than me. We make it to his truck and he opens the passenger door for me. 

"After you," He winks. 

"I don't know if I'm still going with you," I pretend to pout, 

"You could never say no," He teases

"I hate it when you're right," I huff, climbing into the beat-up Kia Sedona. He starts to hum and slides in a cd. Satisfaction melts itself into a smile on my face when I recognize the band. Sleeping With Sirens!!!! He knows me so well, That and he loves them too. I settle in for the ride.