Next Time Won't You Break With Me?

B is for Bulimia

A/N: Thanks for all the positive reviews on Chapter One (: Here's chapter two, keep reading (:

I have a lovely new editor, Thatshygirl, and I owe all of it to her! :D

B is for Bulimia [WEIGHT: 194.0 BMI: 25.6]

So maybe the week was a bit hazy in Eli's mind, and maybe the Adderall was a bit distracting, but he was making splendid progress! He lost a pound already, and his BMI really was improving. The Adderall was helping, but he had to kick it up a notch. He wasn't even all that hungry. Elijah was very satisfied, thank you very much. Breakfast meant he could sleep in later, which meant he could stay up later. And besides, a half sandwich was enough for lunch, he hated going to football practice on a full stomach, it jostled his insides too much for his liking. He liked this new regiment he had going on. It pleased him. It saved him time, stomach aches, and a considerable amount of unnecessary eating. He was proud, and he could swear that Ryker would be too.

Eli stood on the scale, a smile on his handsome features. The red numbers beamed at him, a medal for his progress. He stepped off and slipped into his uniform. Combing through his thick brown tresses, his triumph faded into a small amount of determination, ever so increasing. If he could lose a pound in a week by just cutting down on meals and portions, then what if he went even farther? He pondered a diet plan when the buzz of his phone shocked him into reality. He carefully set his bangs aside and held them in place while he manuevered his body to reach his phone. Unlocking the screen, he squinted at the text, his glasses on the back of the toilet, forgotten for the moment. A new, fresh jubilation coursed through his heart as he read.

LEOMARIS: Hey, I need some help in advanced calc, can you meet me in the foyer of Wilcox Center?

ME: No problem, see you there at lunch?

LEOMARIS: Indeed! Much gratitude!

Eli grinned again and pocketed his phone into the pocket of the unsightly blazer nobody could really pull off.

“So tell me, Elijah Buchanan,” Leomaris began, a spectacularly wide grin on his face, “what the hell is a logarithm differentiation.”

Eli’s smirk grew into a genuine smile as he pulled his chair over, using his pencil to outline the steps of the homework they were assigned last night. Leomaris’ eyes followed the pencil intently, awe in his face as Eli scratched out the steps to the problem with ease.

“How do you do it?” he asked with an amazed expression.

Eli shrugged bashfully and looked back at his work.

"It's quite simple," he said and pushed the paper across the table so Leo could study his work.

Eli watched as emerald orbs traced over the neat pattern of his math work. A slow dawning of comprehension passed over his face as Leomaris neared the bottom of the problem.

“Oh my gosh,” he drew out, setting the paper down with a wild grin. “I think I may have received the key to all things that will matter in life,” he told Eli with a deadpan.

“Only if you utilize the key, will it ever be of use,” he responded with a quirk in the corner of his mouth, a smile ready to spread. Leomaris chuckled and folded the paper into his book.

“I must thank you, Elijah Buchanan. I would have not understood that at all.”

Eli blushed and packed up his book, a smile creeping onto his face.

“It’s no big deal, I can help you do problems any time,” he remarked, quickly realizing how awkward that comment sounded.

Leomaris’ grin enlarged. “What if I have a problem in my pants?” he asked wickedly.

“I-uh-um....” Eli muttered, staring at his shoes. Albeit being out of the closet, he was still very much in the wardrobe.

Leomaris laughed it off jovially. “I’m just joshin’ ya,” he said to the mollified boy. “But thanks anyways, see you in class.”

Eli almost smacked his head off the bottom of the desk in retrieval of his notes as he watched Leomaris strut away.

The day was merely uneventful, except with another bout of anger at the scale. Eli stared down, horrified. How could he gain an eighth of a pound in one day? He only had an extra sandwich at lunch! The numbers stared at him, ripping through his throat. Ryker’s voice rang through his head. Failurefailurefailurefailurewhowantsyounow? He couldn’t just stand there and handle it. Without another conscious thought, he was bent over the porcelain toilet, fingers jammed down his esophagus. A slop of liquid and semi-solid food hit the water with a disgusting splash. Tears rimmed his hazel eyes as he retreated from his exhaustive effort. The swirl of regurgitated ham and water made him want to bend right back over the bowl, and he did.

The only thing that deterred his constant retching was a sharp tap at the door. “Hey, man, you okay?” Casey inquired.

Eli gulped, the thick acid burning his eyes further. “Yeah man I’m cool, just had some bad lunch,” he lied smoothly.

“Okay,” Casey replied nonchalantly and Eli lifted himself up from his knees.

The mirror was a liar, he decided. It was dim, so his cheeks weren’t that pale, and his eyes weren’t that bloodshot. Besides, he really WASN’T feeling well. Scoffing, he flushed the toilet and returned to his room.

The rest of Eli’s week consisted of meeting Leomaris for Calculus, skipping meals, and occassionally feeling ill from what he could eat. The following Friday he decided that all he was doing would be worth it in the end, even if his stomach did have a strange, dull ache to the pit of it. It wouldn’t matter once he was off at college, once he ruled the world. He wouldn’t be obese anymore, and Ryker wouldn’t have died in vain. Perfectly normal, he reminded himself as he crouched before the pool of white and clear once more. Perfectly normal.

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A/N: A bit shorter, but progression. A bit behind in updating as well due to school, a bad cold, and several stupid assignments. But, never fear! I have not abandoned hope! (: