Gasoline-- Tronnor AU

Chapter Five- Connor

Another day. Another day on this fucked up merry go round.

I dropped my backpack to the ground, sitting down at my new assigned seat with Jc, Joe, and Lilly. Mr. Green has us switch seats every couple months so we can have a chance to work with everyone. I, personally, think its stupid.

Lilly was one of my friends from middle school. We're not that close now, but we still talk.

Joe, I don't really know at all. I know he and his sister moved here from London last year. He's with Tyler's group.

I was tempted to ask him for the blue eyed boy's name, but I couldn't with Jc here. I didn't want to take that chance.

Mr. Green, our language arts teacher, and a best selling author, walked into class 10 minutes late.

"Sorry I'm late!" He said, passing out binder paper. "I want you all to write a descriptive paragraph about a goal in your life. After your finished, discuss with your groups and then I'll collect them."

I stared at the blank piece of paper in front of me. I wanted to write about coming out and accepting myself but I obviously can't.

Instead I wrote about wanting to make a career out of photography and art. I spilled my hopes and dreams onto that paper. My paragraph ended up being an essay.

Jc laughed, "Dude, your only supposed to write a paragraph."

"It was an accident, I guess."

"Okay, if everyone at your group is done you may share your paragraphs," Mr. Green said from his desk in the front.

"Who wants to go first?" Joe said in a thick brithish accent.

"Dammn that's a hot accent," Lilly said, looking at Joe.

He smiled. "Thanks. I'll go first then."

Joe talked about wanting be a model or actor. Lilly went next, saying she wanted to go to a big college make a difference in the world. Jc wanted to travel and make people smile.

My goals seemed small and irrelevant next to theirs.

"Alright, please turn in your papers and remember to put your names on them," Mr. Green said, looking directly at Jc.

He scribbled his name onto his paper, his cheeks turning red.

The bell rang and everyone ran out of the classroom as if it were on fire.

Walking down the hallway, I started to feel nauseous. It's probably karma for lying about being sick yesterday.

"I'll meet you and the guys by the creek," I told Jc, heading towards the boys bathrooms.

I splashed some water onto my face, hoping to somehow get rid of this uneasy feeling. I don't think I could get through the rest of the day.

Just as I was about to leave to the office, someone else ran onto one of the stalls.

A curly haired boy was kneeling over the toilet with his fingers shoved down his throat.

I stood in shock as he purposefully made himself throw up.

Should I tell someone?

I didn't know much about eating disorders except that's they are a slow path to death.

The boy took on a shaky breath and let out a painful sob.

"Hey. It's okay," I said touching his shoulder.

He jumped away from my touch, pressing himself back against the tile wall.

It was the blue eyed boy from yesterday. He started up at me, fear in his beautiful eyes.