I'm Not A Girl, I Swear [Discontinued]

XVII

Nick found himself alone in his dorm like always- Sebastian was nearly never there.

So many different things were running through his head, the silence was deafening.

He took a breath. Okay. One thing at a time.

Walking to the bathroom mirror, he decided to deal with the whole shit-do-I-have-anorexia problem.

So he pulled off his shirt and figured that he now at least had a comparison.

There were a couple fading cuts and bruises, but he looked past them.

He definitely wasn't as skinny as the girl from the movie. His stomach was farther in than his ribs, but only slightly, not how hers was. He-

Frowning, he traced a hand over his stomach, looking at his closer in the mirror.

Did he have abs?

"How... How the hell did that happen?" he asked himself aloud, confused. Was it from running so much?

He supposed he did eat healthy when he ate, so it wasn't impossible...

It was impossible to wrap his head around, though.

He wasn't an athlete, some popular football jock. He was 'Duval,' the awkward, shy dork that everyone hated.

His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Jeff

Nick, where'd you go??
We can't make Halloween
plans without my favorite
person!!

His face split into a smile.

Maybe... Maybe he was something else here.