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I wanted to go home, I no longer wanted to be here. The thought of what just happened runs through my brain, and I cringe. Not the first time. I wish I could get someone else. Anyone else. But I can't. I'm clingy, I'm fat, I'm ugly, I'm nothing and a nobody. I make my way to the bathroom shoving some people and gaining some cuss words on the way. When I get in the bathroom not closing the door all the way, I rush to the toilet and get on my knees. The feelings are to overwhelming. The weight is to overwhelming. I grab the ponytail on my wrist and wrap it around my black hair. I look down at the toilet, and let out a sob. I hate how this couldn't wait until I got home. I shove my fingers to the back of my throat letting out a gag. My eyes start to water as I keep my fingers there. And then I feel it. I rush my fingers out of my mouth and vomit. Tears stain my cheeks as I can taste the leftover alcohol on my tongue.
"Sooner or later that's going to burn a hole through your Oesophagus." A deep male voice says. I look over and leaning against the door is the Greek god from earlier. I take in a deep breath of air but quickly regret it as it burns my throat. I shake my head back and forth.
"You don't know what your talking about, your drunk." I said standing up and straightening my dress out. I move my black heels against the tiled floor. I look at myself in the mirror as flinch. No wonder I can't get anyone else. I'm disgusting. My lipstick has smuged against the corner of my mouth, and my mascara has ran down my cheeks. I try to flatten my hair with my sweaty palms but it doesn't entirely work the way I wanted it to.
"I saw you shove you index and middle fingers down your throat." The Greek god said. I still for a moment. Nobody knows what I do. Nobody knows about the scars on my upper thighs. They are there though. No changing the fact.
"I had to much to drink I was puking. Your drunk and you have no idea what your talking about." I say pulling my dress up to cover more of my cleavage, however failing miserably. His eyes move to my breast and I can feel the pink shade my cheeks. I shift from my right leg to my left uncomfortably, his eyes snap back up to mine.
"I don't drink." He says. I close my eyes and feel my heart beating fast. Think Victoria, think. I open my eyes and look back in the mirror. With my middle finger I wipe away my eye boogers, from crying. I look back at the Greek god and smile.
"Well I'm drunk. So if you don't mind, I'm going to go home." I say pretending to stumble as I walk. When I get to the door way, I wait patiently for him to move out of the middle of the door way. I look up at him as he looks to the side, I watch as he licks his tongue across his teeth.
"Jordan asked me to find you." I still when he says that. And look down at my heels.
"He wanted me to tell you he's done with your bullshit. And that he's breaking up with you. And to be frankly honest I don't know why I delivered this message. It's not like we are middle school. In one year I'll be an adult and I'm still helping my buddies cut off chicks like I'm 13 all over again." He says and I flinch back when he says chicks. I should of seen it coming to be honest. Jordan is way to good for me. I looked up at Greek god and smile.
"Everything is fine. Thankyou" I smile trying to walk past him. But he moves in my way causing me to bump into him. I move back from our touch, and my whole body feels like it's on fire.
"Is it fine?" He asks. The first person who asked if everything was ok. However because it was him I wanted to run and hide in a corner where he would never, ever find me. But I couldn't because he was blocking my way.
"Of course." I smile at The Greek God. And with that being said he moves out of my way and lets me past. I walk down the hallway and I'm almost at the end of the hallway when I hear.
"Be careful Victoria."
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Uploaded : July 15th 2018
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