"Wake the fuck up bitch!" someone yelled right beside my head, slapping me awake.
If there was one thing I couldn't tolerate, it was being woken up earlier that I intended.
I blinked several times to get adjusted to the bright light in my room, before my eyes focused in on the guy up in my face.
"Leave me alone Jake." I mumbled and rolled on my stomach, praying that he'd somehow go away if I couldn't see him.
"Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I'm not here."
"What are you doing here, who let you in?"
"Your mother. When is she going to realize that I'm not into vaginas?" he continued.
"Literally everything you say makes my ears bleed. Right now I'm asleep. Come back another time. I'm begging you."
"It's the LAST day of summer vacation! And you are NOT going to spend it sleeping in 'til noon!"
"It's not even noon yet? And you dared to wake me up?"
"We're going to McDonald's." I heard Sophia's voice from somewhere in the room.
"Oh you're here too. Amazing."
"If you don't get your ass out of bed right now I'll physically drag you out. I'm not about to miss McBreakfast."
"That's not what it's called and-wait. It's not even ten? Are you out of your mind?" I asked, finally turning on my back to face them.
Sophia was sitting by my desk and Jake was currently looking down at me with a hand propped on his hip.
I groaned as loudly as I could to show them just how annoyed I was before getting out of bed with maximal efforts.
"Go to the bathroom, get dressed and let's fucking go before I lose my shit." Jake warned and sat down on the bed.
I rolled my eyes and went to my closet to pick out some clothes for the day.
I didn't really know what the two of them wanted to celebrate because, if you ask me, the fact that tomorrow is the first day of school is pretty depressing. There'snothing to celebrate, but of course Jake took advantage of every opportunity to go to McDonald's.
Which was kind of freaking me out because McDonald's meant food and food meant calories and calories meant getting fat. Maybe I could get away with just a salad or something that I could throw up later.
I picked my out jean dungarees, a plain grey tee and the moon necklace, before I quickly walked out of the room to go to the bathroom.
I placed the clothes on the windowsill and then pulled the scale out from under the sink. When I got fully naked and locked the door, I stepped on it, holding my breath.
60.5kg
I sighed, relieved at the small weight loss, before I pushed the scale back where it came from and hopped in the shower.
Sixty kilos at my 1.63 meter height was quite shameful but in my defense the scale read 72 three months ago, so it was progress. I still had some cellulite on the back of my legs and two tiny purple stretchmarks on my hips.
After I came out of the shower and brushed my teeth, I dressed up and quickly applied some mascara. I knew Jake would flip shit if he missed the 'McBreakfast' because of me.
"Okay I'm ready to go." I said as soon as I entered the room and threw my pyjamas on the unmade bed.
"Finally." He groaned and sat up, leading the way out of my room. I rolled my eyes.
