Opposites Attract? ....MY SNOW WHITE ASS!

Chapter Nineteen: The Diet

Diet: Week One

Homecoming countdown: Two weeks and five days.

"One cup of salad," I muttered bitterly as I read the dieting book, "Really?"

I tore off the lettuce, and shoved it violently into the measuring cup. I tried to mesh it as far down as I could in attempt to fill it even more, it grew to the point I was just punching the inside of the cup.

Dieting really sucks.

If you thought I was becoming anorexic, seriously? Have you met me?

I love food to much, and never will ruin my metabolism that way. Granted going on the fast diet to lose enough for homecoming has crossed my mind, but I don't want to end up in a rehab because I wanted to lose thirty pounds.

"Hey, what are you doing?" My mother asked as she leaned against the counter.

"Preparing lunch," I scoffed.

She sighed, "Are you dieting Samantha?"

"No."

"Then why are you measuring salad?"

"Because, it's more entertaining this way," I muttered sardonically, and snorted softly.

"You heard your father and I the other night - didn't you?"

Noooooooooooooooooooooo.

"Yeah, I did." I admitted, and poured the salad into a bowl, "But you guys are right, and so now I'm taking care of it."

"Just do it in a healthy way." A small smile appeared on her face, "I'm glad you are trying to get healthy."

Healthy, healthy, healthy, that's all I hear lately, what I really want to say is BITE ME, but it came out like this: "Yuhh."

I stabbed the lettuce with my fork, and scrunched up my face as I chewed the dry lettuce. I really wanted a doughnut, or a hamburger.

But of course, the good stuff is always fattening, and not for someone who is a piggy.

My mother let out a chuckle as she sauntered over to the fridge. She pulled out sliced tomatoes, and other vegetables, placing them on the counter gently.

"You can add things to that, you know." She grinned, shaking her head.

I bit the inside of my lip, "I knew that."

She shook her head again.

I grabbed the diced carrots, and everything else she placed on the counter, and poured it into the bowl.

The doorbell rang, and I rolled my eyes. I was not in the mood to see anyone today.

"I'll get it." My mother murmured.

I shoved more than my mouth could hold into my mouth, and suppressed sticking my tongue out at absolutely nothing.

After a few moments a male figure came in behind my mother, and my eyes popped.

"Ethan." I blurted, and some of the food I was chewing came out of my mouth.

I grabbed a towel, and quickly placed it over my mouth as he laughed.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, cocking a brow with amusement.

My mother smacked me on the back, "Apparently not keeping her food down."

I threw the bowl in the sink, and ran water in it. "Is there a reason you came over?" I asked Ethan, and felt my face heat up.

He shrugged stiffly, "Just wanted to hang out."