Eat Me

Chapter 3: Problems

Problems

Amara had a feeling that her new roommate Tessa hated her, as soon as Mrs. Swelling had left she had dropped the fake smile and went back to her I-pod ignoring Amara completely. Amara sucked in her cheeks. She had, had this problem before she was just too shy and not clever enough to make friends like her sisters.

She shook her head. No she promised herself that she would become more confident. "Hello, she said. "I'm Amara Pierce, I'm new."

"I know you're new, I had this room to myself."

Amara flinched.

Tessa sighed. "Sorry, I'm used to having a single." She looked at her. "Where are you from?"

"A little town called Mystic Falls in Virginia."

"Wow, a little country girl." Tessa said. "I'm from New York."

"That's great." She said politely as she started taking out family photos, her laptop, and raggedy purple quilt that her mom had made for her as a baby. "So is this your first year here?"

"Fourth. Senior." She cocked an eyebrow. "Whoa, are those your sisters?" she pointed to the picture.

"Yes," she said proudly. "I'm a triplet."

"That must suck. Always sharing the spotlight." Tessa blurted out. "I'm glad that I'm an only child. Do you have a boyfriend?"

She shook her head.

"Figures you look shy, it looks like you've never been kissed. Well, have you?"

Amara ignored the question as she grabbed a piece of paper from her bag. "I have to go, I have a meeting with the counselor." Before Tessa could even reply Amara left the dorm room and was walking across campus. That was weird, Tessa could be . . . intense.

She looked at the slip of paper the counselor had given her where the meeting was taking place room 415. Amara suddenly felt a sharp pain against her head.

"Crap, Silas!" she heard a voice say. A pretty blond girl helped her up. "I'm sorry, my brother can be a jackass."

"I'm fine." Amara said lamely as she rubbed the side of her head.

She frowned. "Are you sure that you don't need to go to the nurse?" she asked. "I'm Lexi. Lexi Branson, Silas get your ass over here."

"I'm fine." Amara said dazedly as a handsome boy with dark hair came jogging towards her. "Really. I'm Amara Pierce."

"Sorry about that." The guy said annoyed. Not sounding very sorry at all. "You should watch where you're going."

"The room I need to go to is this way." Amara said annoyed.

"No, the 400 building is all the way across campus." Silas took the paper from her.

"You better take her Silas."

"Why should I take her?"

"Because Mr. Miller can be a real jerk when your late." She turned back to Amara. "My brother will take you." She said again to emphasize.

Silas rolled his eyes as he turned back towards her. "Fine, let's go stop gawking."

"You're not still mad are you?" Elena asked as Damon stopped his car a block before the Gilbert house where he always did. Damon had been silently moody this whole time which Elena knew he did when he was upset. "About not being my date for the Miss Mystic Falls?"

"No, why should I be upset that another guy is dancing with you." Damon moodily asked.

Elena gave a little laugh. "That other guy will probably be my cousin Jeremy." She murmured as she placed a hand over his. "I love you, Damon you do know that right."

Damon softened. "I love you too." He kissed her. "Now go to your meeting before your grandmother comes hit us both with her walking stick."

Elena gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "I love you."

Damon rubbed an index finger across her cheek. "I love you too."

Elena opened the car door and as soon as she did she frowned. She felt strangely dizzy. She stumbled on her legs as she grasped the car door. Another wave of dizziness hit her.

"Elena." Damon quickly went over to the other side and helped her out. "I got you, are you ok?"

Elena nodded. "Just a little dizzy spell I'm fine, it's probably the heat or something."

Damon was still frowning. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine." She insisted again. "Really." She gave Damon a reassuring smile as she walked back towards her house. She was just opening the door when another wave of dizziness hit her. "What the hell?" she murmured.

"Elena?" Miranda asked. "Is that you? Grandma Sommers is here hurry."

Elena clutched her sweater as she rested her back against the door, trying to stop her beating heart. What had happened? She felt sick. "Coming."

Katherine was twitching as she sat in the cold, metal chair at Silvia's Modeling Agency for her interview. She was still dressed in her cheerleading uniform, tryouts had ran late and Katherine had barely managed to get into the car to arrive on time.

She moved her foot nervously, Katherine had never lack confidence before she had always been the Queen Bee, the It Girl she shouldn't feel nervous, but she was. She was very nervous. She looked at the clock, any day now.

Finally the door opened and out came a tall, thin woman wearing a black suit who had beautiful make up and her blond hair was cut short around her oval shape face. "You must be Miss Katherine Pierce." She said in a sweet tone. "I'm Amanda Hamilton I believe I called you this morning."

Katherine stood up and shook her head as she confidently shook the woman's hand. "You did, I'm ready for my close up."

"Finally a girl with actual excitement," Amanda said as she pointed to the hallway. "Come this way darling, come." She led Katherine through a long hallway that was covered with magazine photos each girl more beautiful than the next. "As I told you Markos will see you first, you have nothing to worry."

She led Katherine to an all-white room where a tall, thin male with curly black hair greeted her. "Ah, so this is our lovely, aspiring model." He kissed her cheek. "Nice to meet you, I'm Markos."

"Katherine." Katherine said.

"Markos is very talented." Amanda said putting a hand on Markos. "Are you ready?"

Katherine nodded as Markos inspected her, she felt her proud smile leave her lips as Markos continued looking at her without not really saying anything.

"Turn around."

Katherine did as she was told.

"You have a gorgeous face and beautiful hair." Markos said gently. "Your body could use some modifications though."

"What kind of modifications?" Katherine forced herself to ask. What was wrong with her body? Elijah had never complained about it, but Elijah was too nice, maybe she was horrible looking.

"It's not that bad." He pointed to her hip. "A little too much flesh at the side, your stomach is too soft, thighs too close together, and your breasts and bottoms are far too . . . curvy."

Katherine felt her lip wobbling, but she forced herself not to cry.

"It's not that bad darling," Markos assured her as he put a hand around her shoulder.

Amada nodded. "Not bad at all, with an exercise routine, some tips, and a diet you will be Gisele material."

Katherine raised a pointed gaze. "You think so?"

"Honey, we're sure of it." Markos said. "Now remember my word of advice: nothing tastes as good as skinny feels."