Southeart

Chapter 2

*Skys prov*
His kiss was fire to my skin. My breath hitched as he trailed his lips down my bare neck, nibbling my neck.
Laughing I shoved him of me and gave my boyfriend an exasperated look.
"I can't show up to class with a hickey Jack." I moan, kicking him playfully. His hair sticks up at awkward angles, making him seem almost irresistibly cute. Jack just laughs and slings his bag over his shoulder. He gives me a quick kiss goodbye and heads towards his science classroom. I admire his butt as he walks off, sighing as I quickly reapply lip gloss and head off to first period. I make my hips sway and wave flirtatiously to the male teachers who pass me. They never give me a detention. But they don't give me good grades either. Lost in thought I felt my stomach grumble and I moaned as a dizzy spell passes over me. The bell goes for first period and I try to walk slowly towards my locker and grab a museli bar. I quickly eat the museli bar and discard the wrapper in my locker. A skinny girl in ripped jeans eyes me curiously and walks off. A wave of guilt surges through me and I abandon any thought of coming to class on time. I hurry to the bathroom and lock myself in a stall, hanging my head over the toilet bowl gasping. Clenching my stomach I pant quietly, cursing my stupid self.

*Chloes prov*
I'm first in the classroom. My Latin teacher isn't surprised and gives me a sympathetic smile as she writes up the work on the board. Effectively I get to work, ignoring the students who eventually enter the classroom. By the time it's 20 minutes into the lesson I've completed all the extension questions and start scrolling through Pinterest. My eyes snag on the skinny girls in their scandalous bikinis and I sigh as I feel my stomach press tightly against my skirt. Deciding to do more work to distract myself I stand up and start moving towards the end of the classroom. I hear a snicker from behind which I chose to ignore. As I near the teachers desk I hear more whispering and giggling. What was going on? I turn around and gasp as I realise the back of my skirt is covered in blood. The classroom bursts into laughter and I feel my eyes prickle and my cheeks burn. Without asking for permission I sprint out the door and down the hall. My tears flying down my cheeks. I burst into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall, balling my eyes out. I was never EVER setting foot in that classroom again. As I replay the horrific scene over and over in my head I search around in my pockets for pads. I was all out.
"Fuck!" I scream, slamming my head into the stall wall. Now I really was trapped here until someone else possibly nice came to help. What am I even saying? I'm doomed!
"Are you ok?" I soft voice calls out. I locate it as the stall next to me. Just great. My embarrassment continued.
"Umm yeh, I'm just on my period." I mumble, debating if I should ask for a pad.
"Do you need a tampon?"The voice questions, sliding one under the small gap between us without waiting for a reply.
"You are an angel." I squeak, grabbing the object like it was priceless. Then I notice the smell. Vomit.
"Are you ok?" I ask, feeling genuinely concerned. "Do you need a nurse?"
"No." She whispered. I could tell she'd been crying. "I'm in control."
I sit there confused for a moment before I realise what she's saying.
"Did you make yourself do it?" I say gently, already knowing the answer.
"Maybe." She confesses, flushing the toilet. "I've only done it a couple of times before."
I know she's lying but I chose not to call her out on it.
"It's really dangerous." I explain, trying to help her. "You can't keep doing this."
"I can't stop." She whimpers. "I have to be perfect."
I have never related to someone more in my life. I think of my grades and sport. I had to be perfect too.
"I think we have a lot in common." I whisper, laying my soul bare for a person I didn't even know.
Slowly I see her fingers stretch under the cubicle wall. I gripped them tightly as we sat their in silence.
I didn't even realise, but I started crying again. I had never felt so connected to a girl in my life.
"I'm Chloe." I say, breaking the silence. I hear a small gasp of recognition.
"I'm Sly."