Off The Scale (EDITING IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 10

Chapter 10:

Lea Ramos

4:15 pm: 1 new message

5:23 pm: 6 new messages

6:52 pm: 12 new messages

I rolled my eyes, even though a mix of emotions run through my veins. I felt conflicted, whether I should just pick up the phone, or just leave it to smoke up curiosity. At first, I didn't mean to leave it untouched, due to the big amounts of homework I've been given, but as it continuously kept notifying me, I grew annoyed and left it.

As a new message pops up, I grunted and gave up the small destitute conflict.

Scrolling over, I see six unread messages from Dylan, and seven from Troy. Ever since Troy was determined to help fix my "predicament," he wouldn't stop at needing my full attention at his presence. We began to talk a little more, and the more we did, the more I began to feel annoyed.

I scan over the seven messages of Troy, which were all asking to call him to talk. I rolled my eyes and obeyed, calling up his number and waiting for him to answer.

"Lea?" I heard his voice, rusty with stat, "You do know that it's almost 8 pm, right?"

"Yeah, I know," I said bluntly, "It was called 'I do my homework and not let anyone bother me.' What do you want?"

I heard him chuckle, sounding sweet, "I just wanted to know what's up. You never talk a lot."

"That's because I'm not loud enough to," I kept the phone pressed to my ear as I settle on the bed and begin to surf through the channels on my tv.

"I remember you used to be," I heard him say, "But it wasn't annoying, it was more like, keeping us in a light mood."

I laughed and paused, letting the thought sink in, "Troy, you know you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I mean like, don't you have a life? Not trying to offend you, but you shouldn't spend it on calling me."

"That's the thing, Lea. You don't let anyone get to you, because you think spending time with yourself is just a waste of space and time. It's not, and I'm not talking to you because I NEED to. I'm talking to you because I want to, and I choose to do so. Lea, I don't even think you reakize that I actually wanted to be your friend before, but you shut me out like everyone else."

My eyes look to the ground as I spoke in a small voice, "That's because, everything I've gone through, gave me so much pain, that I thought that maybe being alone would be the best for me. That way, I won't get hurt at all. Just me."

Small silence creeped as I just sink deeper into my sorrows. Now, I'm letting people get to me, even those who I needed to avoid in the first place.

"Lea, you should know that," he paused, "that you were surrounded by the wrong people back then. The least you could've done is at least befriend new wight."

Rage surged in me. 'He doesn't understand,' my mind read, 'I should've thought in the first place.'

I began to raise my voice, "How am I supposed to do that Troy? How is that even possible that after being alone for such a long time, I could just automatically start new. Troy, did you even SEE what my body looked like? I wasn't skinny, I was fat! People don't accept me for that!"

"You were definitely not fat! You were skinny, just the perfect skinny that I remembered. But now that I see you, you are beginning to look a little anorexic. Have you ever noticed that lately?"

My forehead creased with more anger, not that he was probably right, but because he was the reason.

"Troy, I haven't," I responded, "But even if I did, the reason still remains, and that is you."