Him For Her.

Passing The Weeks.

Carter's POV::

It has been at least three months since school had started up. Nothing had really gone on during that time, I just continued doing my own thing, like everyone else does theirs. But, I gotta admit something... I am a total ass. You may be wondering either... What made me realize that or why would I say it, right? Well, it all started about two weeks ago in second period Home Ec. We had a test on family settings, we had long since moved on from learning the key points of finance, and believe me when I say I was glad to see that subject go.

All the desks had been moved into separate rows, instead of in groups like everyone was used to. We were learning about family meals and the importance of them. It seemed to go by way faster than our first unit on money. It's funny, normally money is seen as fun to talk about, but in a classroom... That is where joyous conversations about finance come to die a most tragic death. 

After the test, our teacher had us talking about it within our groups, and in following we would have to share at least one thought we had of the test she gave us. They were boring conversations with no real resolve. My family has dinners together every single night. And, if that is what makes us healthy, then I guess we're just one of those healthy people, but there's not much more to it than that. Moving on, my teacher brought up the fact that if you have family meals regularly, it helps with your development, and maybe some other stuff. I don't remember much of what else she had said, I wasn't really listening, I had been tired that day, and I didn't seem to care about the details of class because of it. 

But, I do remember the teacher saying something about "eating with the family will decrease the chance of engaging in an eating disorder." And, that comment had made a bit of a quiet moment for the class, as I guess everyone was as aware of certain company as I was. The only difference by that point, though, is that no one else thought to say something back... as you can guess... No one, aside from me. The moment I spoke, I immediately regretted it, but after I said what I did I couldn't take it back.

What I said had sounded way funnier, in a nice way, when I said it in my head. But, when it came out, "Huh, I guess family dinners are off the table for you?" Yes. That is what I said. Of course, I didn't exactly call her out by name, but everyone knew precisely who I was talking about. How could they not? The other seniors started dropping cheesy pick up lines at her and it just didn't end well for her or me... I got yelled at by the teacher, the whole class laughed at her, and I embarrassed her enough to send her out of the classroom.

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Adriana's POV::

So...

We've been covering the lesson plan about families and how they interact with each other over dinners. It had been going fine, even if I would find pairs of eyes looking at me, whenever our teacher spoke about the dinner part of family dinners. I will admit that it wasn't the most interesting information to learn, but I guess it wasn't as bad as the video lady with the hands. We had taken a test on it, we were just about finished with the chapter, but in the midst of the teacher going on about how family meals can decrease eating disorders. And, how they lower the chances of the child becoming a juvenile delinquent with all that sunshine. That guy, Carter Mendoza made a comment about the anorexic detail of my disorder.

Admittedly, I had obviously been through worse moments, during the worst days of my life, but that day had to top as the most embarrassing class period ever. And, of course, the comment was not going to be alone, there had to have been some following content from even douchier guys than him. The stares, laughing, murmurs between the laughs, the teacher scolding the seniors, and Tristen and Mindy trying to comfort me all at the same time... It quickly became way too much for me to handle. I felt like I had fallen into an emotional vortex, unknowing of which feeling to hold onto, I was just stuck in a void where I didn't know what, or how to feel. It was a scary experience for me to react in a numb way, I had not been able to do that before, and it scared me to my feet. I stormed out of the room without a thought as to how the teacher would take me excusing myself without permission.  I just needed to get out of there. My anxiety was building, as if there was a big lump of pressure that was keeping my heart from beating. I just had to get out.