After She Left (girlxgirl)

Six

"Does it make me weak or rather human that I run away from the things I love the moment they begin to hurt me?"

-Christopher Poindexter

Around the time I turned 13, I had stopped eating any junk food. Of course, M&M's and ice cream always remained. It wasn't because my parents made me or because I wanted to look as skinny as possible to please the standards society presses on us. It was because I simply didn't want to eat it anymore and felt bad for putting my body through such torture as processing junk or fast food, it felt as if I was being unfair to myself. 

Yet now I sat here, in McDonald's, munching on fries and nuggets, whilst cringing at the pure sugar taste that any fizzy drinks gave off. I looked around the place, probably looking like a complete freak with my snapback and hoodie on eating alone at McDonald's in the middle of night. 

What are you doing, I thought, doing random things just because you can to spite the world, yet making it worse for yourself. Aren't you clever, Ruby?

Whatever.

I left the half eaten food behind, deciding to raise my middle finger to the world even higher and do something more radical than eating junk food.

An hour and a half had now passed since I'd escaped from my the very people who were supposed to know my every movement and location 24/7 and so far it seemed like I had done well enough of a job to still be walking around freely.

Whilst walking the streets just like a normal person I couldn't help but smile - it felt ordinary and that was the beauty of it. The very few people that passed me on the streets had no clue who I was nor did they care about it and it was quite blissful. 

I decided to head to one of my favorite spots, whistling on my way there. It was peacefully quiet outside apart from a few students who were drunkenly running around and singing to random songs. 

"Lilz who is thaat?" one of the girls asked the girl with whom her hands were linked. The red head was pointing at me.

The other girl who I assumed to be "Lilz" started running across the street, pulling the red head after her: "hey, stranger! Don't walk away from us!"

I laughed turning around to face the drunken girls who had left their group of friends to bother a random stranger: "hey."

The girls were wearing skin tight dresses - Lilz who had short blond hair and bright blue eyes was wearing a burgundy one which complimented her very pale skin, whilst the one with long red curls and a darker skin tone was wearing a white one. I had to admit, these girls were hella good looking.

"Wow, you're pretty," the red head reached out and took my hoodie off of my head as my curls immediately escaped. 

I smiled, taking a step back as I tucked a curl behind my ear: "thanks, I guess."

"Nat you have to stop doing that, okay?" Lilz pushed her back then looked at me, "sorry, she likes to touch faces while drunk, it's her thing."

I raised a brow, realizing that not both of them were as drunk as I thought: "that's alright."

 She gave me a half smile, looking me up and down, then holding a hand out for me: "I'm Lilly, by the way. I'm not one to judge fashion, but, girl, it looks like you've just  escaped prison and are trying way too hard to stay undercover."

I put a hand on my heart, pretending to be shocked: "how did you know? I'll have to kill you now."

For a second or two her mouth stayed open, staring at me as if I was being serious. But then her face broke into a grin: "smart ass, I see."