Alexander

14

I pulled my knees up to my chest, begging myself not to cry in the boy's bathroom. I was sitting on a closed toilet seat in a locked stall. I wanted to avoid John and everyone else sitting at our lunch table.

You're too fat. They hate you because of it. But when you come around, they act like they love you. And care about you. But do they really? Do-

"Alex!" A voice hissed. I tried to stop my sniffling, suddenly very aware of how loud I had been.

"Alex?"

The bell rang. I heard the footsteps retreat, and I waited a few minutes before unlocking the door. I put my bag on my shoulder and headed out of the bathroom, but not before running into someone.

"Why the hell are you in the boy's bathroom, Alexandra?" Thomas sneered. "Making out with your little boyfriend?"

"No. Move so I can get to class." I glared.

"Why should I?" He pushed me back a little bit. "Why should I get out of your way? You don't have anywhere to go to, you're just the fat dumbass that lives with an abusive parent."

"How the hell do you know that?" I hissed.

"I have my ways." He shrugged and sauntered off, but not before shoving my shoulders one last time.

He knows.