Denial- 5sos

four

Chapter 4

Leah's POV

Three cups of black coffee. Two apples. One slice of lunch meat. Two saltine crackers. Four baby carrots. What some people call a light snack, I call my whole day's meal.

No, I don't starve myself so that I can look hot in a bikini; I've simply lost my appetite indefinitely. I eat enough to (barely) survive.

I remember chowing down on huge burgers and fries with my sister when we were little. I would usually have to finish my hamburger and half of Nicole's because she was always slender with a tiny stomach.

Why I have stopped eating any nutritious food, that I have no knowledge of, but it just happened. Do I miss my family's home-cooked meals? Yes. Do I miss having family dinners every night? Yes. But why have I lost my appetite for all food?

Luke's sandwich was the first real meal I've had in months. Whenever I try to eat a real meal, I always end up throwing it up- not on purpose. I don't know why I regained my appetite for those few short minutes to eat a simple ham sandwich, but something about Luke's presence made me forget about my troubles completely.

You may think that I'm a complete and utter bitch to turn down such a sweetheart like Luke, but you don't understand how slim my trust is with boyfriends anymore.

I haven't chatted with my parents in such a long time that I'm beginning to miss their voices. I dial our home phone number and wait for them to pick it up. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.

The phone rings four times and leads straight to voicemail. I should have known better; my parents and sister seldom answer the phone. I'm always just talking to voicemail.

"Hey! This is Cathy and Ken's household, but we aren't able to answer right now. Leave a message and we'll get back to you ASAP! Have a nice day!" The voicemail alternates between my mother and father's voice. They were always so in love that they couldn't even record a voicemail without each other.

"Hi mom and dad. I miss you lots and I just want to say that I love you. Call me back if you can," I leave a voice mail on their home phone.

~Luke's POV~

I throw back on my clothes and button up my shirt while Melanie is doing the same. She slides into her galaxy leggings and white crop top with ease and starts to fix her ruffled up hair.

"That was amazing, Luke. Call me anytime you want some more," She says seductively and blows me a slow kiss.

"Yeah," I simply reply. Since my rejection with Leah, I've been sleeping around with some girls, but none of them mean anything to me. I have to put this rude, asshole faćade on when I'm around other people, but no one knows who I truly am. No one but Leah. She was the first person to know about my rough past and even though I had only met her that day, I trusted her.

Leah. How do I feel about Leah? She's beautiful, smart, sassy, and stunning, but also very mysterious. There's something a little off about Leah and I yearn to know what it is.

Here's what I have concluded that's weird about Leah:

1. She clearly doesn't like cars

2. She doesn't like when people drive her places

3. She's got many tattoos that look meaningful

4. She wears a pastel pink, leather bracelet that looks very old and tarnished. This bracelet doesn't exactly go with her "all black" style

5. She rejected me. Why would anyone reject me?

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On my way to the homeless shelter, I grab four rotisserie chickens from Costco. I only spent about twenty dollars, but only twenty dollars can feed about 25 hungry people.

I'm so fed up with the way that people just waste things and always want more of material items instead of love or true friends. I went to a high school where everyone had an iPhone. My family (to be more precise: my mom an I) was never rich enough to afford an iPhone, but I was happy without one. What came off as heinous to me was how many iPhones these teenagers went through. Just because it was "old" or "a little scratched up," my peers got a new 600 dollar phone. Many people went through four or five iPhones in the course of their high school years.

I spend around ten to twenty dollars a day buying food for my homeless friends everyday. The look they give me when I arrive with fresh food is indescribable, it's much better than getting a new iPhone. I know I can't buy these people new houses or a better life for them, but by buying them dinner every night, I at least know that they are not hungry for a few hours of the day.

I drive to the homeless shelter parking lot to find an unexpected electric blue motorcycle parked in my usual parking space.

Leah.

What is she doing here? She hasn't even contacted me in three weeks and now she's here?

I stroll up to the building with four huge chickens in my arms and find the one and only Leah Brooks, dressed in all black and squirting strawberry syrup into milk glasses.

Even though Leah Brooks looks intimidating with her all black outfits, she would think to bring these homeless people strawberry milk.

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