Mental Illnesses

Chapter 3: Chloe

    Even though that Piper girl was probably drunk, I still wanted to question Chris about it. Oh well, maybe later.
    "How much do you wanna bet Chris banged that girl?" Max asked.
    I laughed and replied, "I'd bet my life on it."
    Max raised an eyebrow at that statement but turned back to his beer. When I realized we were still holding hands, I squeezed his hand and he smiled at me before kissing my cheek.
    I gasped when I remembered something. I hadn't purged up the pizza and soda. I'm digesting it all right now. I'm so fat! I need to purge right now.
    "What's wrong?" Max asked.
    "Um... it's nothing serious. I'll be right back," I replied before heading to the bathroom and locking the door.
     The first thing I did was turn on the water in the sink to block out the purging sound. Then, I bent over the toilet and pushed on my stomach. Next, I stuck my middle and pointer fingers into my mouth and put the hanging ball thing in the back of my throat between my fingers. I tugged on it slightly while pushing on my stomach with the other arm and then it happened.
    I stood up and flushed the toilet. I looked around in my purse and found some perfume and I sprayed that around the toilet area to cover up the smell of vomit. I wiped my mouth and my eyes that were starting to tear. Then, I put some cold water on my face because it's red from bending over.
    After washing my hands and turning off the sink, I stepped back outside. I didn't see Max anywhere. I heard him laugh and I assumed he was outside. Damn, I really fucking love his laugh. When I peeked out the window, I saw Max and Chris standing outside smoking cigarettes.
    I opened the door and lit a cigarette. Max smiled at me and I kissed his forehead. He was tall, so I had to go on my tip toes to reach him.
    A few minutes later, Max went back inside. This was the perfect chance to ask Chris about that Piper girl.
    "Who was that girl?" I bluntly asked.
   "Piper? Oh she's just a customer," he said nonchalantly.
   "Okay, but why was she so angry?"
   "Listen, I don't ever give out information unless it benefits me in some way," he said.
   "I don't understand," I replied.
   "You want info? I've got plenty of it. But it'll cost you," Chris said with a smirk.
   I just gave him a weird look. What does he want? Money? Maybe. Sex? Probably not since he saw me kiss Max on the forehead. There's really no way to tell what he wants so I'll just ask.
   "What do you want?"
   "What are you willing to give?"
   "Stop playing these games with me, Chris! Tell me what the fuck you want!"
   And just like that, he kissed me hard and passionatly on the lips. I dropped what was left of my cigarette on the ground and I pulled his hair. His tongue licked my bottom lip gently, asking for entrance. I didn't let him, so eventually he pulled away,
    "Standing your boundaries. I like it. You're a great kisser," he said to me.
    I scoffed and mumbled, "fuck off" under my breath.
    "Okay, so Piper was mad because she wanted to have kinky sex with me and I didn't want to. But she couldn't go around saying that. People will think she's a whore. So she tells everyone I ripped her off," he says.
    "That makes sence, I guess. But I'm not sure if it was worth kissing you for," I say jokingly.
    He smiles as I turn around to go back inside.
    "Wait," Chris says, "Listen, I care about you a lot and I don't want you to get hurt. Brandon... well... I'll just say there's something weird about him. I don't fully trust him and you shouldn't either. All I'm saying is, be careful,"
    I nod slowly and continue walking inside. I wasn't too worried about Brandon. I was way more worried about Max finding out about what happened between Chris and I. On top of that, I had to worry about being sent to a clinic.