Tristan and I ...

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Tristan and I walked to Computer Lit. together and talked about the weather. As lame as that sounded. When I went over to Miley and he went over to Hannah, I knew he was feeling what I was. He had to of. I didn't want to stop being around him. He was so kind and generous and thoughtful to me the few minutes we laid together on the floor, I felt something. Maybe it's just me. I convinced myself.

Miley asked about it and I couldn't help but blush.

"We both had to retake the math test. We had the same class together after so we walked together."

Miley studied me before saying, "You like him, don't you?"

"What? No. Like I said, he's not my type."

"What is your type?"

"Tall—but not that tall—muscular, blond, blue eyes, tan, funny." I shrugged. I hadn't actually thought of a type. In all honesty, my type was a good guy who will go to my track meets and cheer me on. A guy who will choose seeing Cinderella over the new Avengers. A guy who will hold my hand and kiss my cheek when I'm sad. A guy who will accept me and my body and me as a person.

Subconsciously my attention turned towards the tall boy. And I couldn't help but wonder if he was that kind of guy.

During practice I wasn't feeling good. I wanted to throw up.

"Eleven 400s today!" Coach called. The boys lined up to go and I barely heard the whistle blow. I subconsciously grabbed onto the shoulder of the girl in front of me. She turned around and looked me up and down. At least ... it looked like she was looking me up and down. I bent over and she grabbed under my armpits.

"Woah, you okay?" I shook my head which was a mistake. I lost all conscious.

When I woke up, I was sitting on the bleachers with two of my coaches. Kids were still running.

"Hey, Jasmine, you feeling okay?" I shook my head. "Have you been drinking throughout the day?" I shook my head again, remembering that I left my water bottle on the kitchen counter. "Have you eaten at all?" I shook my head once more. My coach cursed under her breath and I felt ashamed of myself.

In a few minutes dad was at the school to pick me up.

"I'm taking you to a doctor." He said boldly, leaving no room for argument. We sat in the clinic for twenty minutes before we were called into a doctor's examination room.

I was weighed and was checked for my heart beat.

"Your heart rate is much lower than usual and your BMI suggests you're underweight." The doctor concluded. "Do you play sports?" I nodded. "I suggest you stop all exercising."

"What!?" I half yelled.

"Jasmine, listen." Dad frowned.

"But dad, I have State this weekend!"

"I'm sorry," dad shrugged. I looked to the doctor.

"I am terribly sorry, Jasmine," she said. "Have you been fainting a lot?" I realized there and then that the incident after getting ice cream and sitting in the bathtub was me fainting. I shuddered at the realization thinking of what would have happened had my dad not awakened me and the cold water.

Before I knew it, a warm tear came skidding down my boney cheek.

"I'll take that as a yes." The doctor gathered. She wrote down a few things before looking back at me. "You can start running again if you gain ten pounds." I frowned and slumped my shoulders.

"But ... You want me to gain weight?" The doctor sadly smiled.

"I know that sounds a bit strange but you need to give the nutrition your body is begging for. Until you gain ten pounds and your BMI is back to normal weight, I'll give you the go to run again and exercise." She looked to my dad and grew a serious face. "Don't let her go to the bathroom alone." I frowned again. "And make sure she eats all three meals of the day. Maybe inform friends at school to help you out." I rolled my eyes. What friends?

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