Skinny Love (completed)

"Hey you guys ... "

"Hey you guys want to hang out later?" I asked.

Hannah nodded. Miley smiled. "Guess who's going to State!?" She squealed. Hannah smiled.

"Did the coach allow another runner?" She asked.

"No, Jazz—"

"I'm not on the team anymore." I said.

"What why?" Hannah whined.

"She's too skinny." Miley bluntly answered for me. I glared at her and Hannah caught it.

"What? You're too skinny?"

"I'm, yeah, I'm ... underweight ... my BMI is really low."

"She fainted at practice on Tuesday."

"What!?" I nodded with a stupid sad smile. "I'm so sorry. Let's hang out tonight. My house."

The bell rang and Miley and I said bye to Hannah.

"Gee, thanks for spitting that out." I said to her.

"She was going to find out one way or another. I saved you from having to say it yourself." She answered snootily.

"How considerate of you," I sarcastically said in return. "Besides how did you find out?" I asked once we were sitting at our desks. Tristan came in and I couldn't keep my eyes off him. He slightly smiled at me and I smiled back, no longer upset about earlier.

"Mike was listening to you and coach's conversation when you said you could no longer run because you were anorexic." She shrugged like it was nothing. I looked down at my homework knowing right then and there that I wasn't going to get any sympathy or support from Miley.

I looked behind me towards Tristan and he was looking at me, just like last week at lunch. He winked at me and I grew red in the face. I turned back to the front and double checked my homework.

At lunch I didn't sit in my usual spot and instead sat in Hannah's. I was facing Tristan and we couldn't stop staring at each other. My friends were late in showing up and I was highly tempted to walk over and sit with the lonely tall boy.

Hannah sat down in my spot and Miley looked very irritated with the arrangement.

"Why the sudden change?" She asked unamused. I shrugged. I looked back at Tristan and that had Miley and Hannah turning on their bench.

"Tristan?" Hannah asked, flabbergasted. I shrugged. "You like him?"

"Maybe."

"Weird." She said.

"Why is that weird? He's cute and really nice."

"But you said he's not your type."

"Well, like Miley said before, I don't have a type. And he and I have been running in more frequently, we've gotten to know each other. There's more to him than I thought."

What if he doesn't like me back? What if all these staring contests and small smiles are for nothing? What if he's just playing me?

"Would you go to Prom with him if he asked?" Miley asked.

"Maybe." She didn't look pleased by that comment.

I gathered that she wanted to be the only one going to Prom. She wanted to be the cool one. She wanted to be the one happy with a boyfriend. If I had one and went to Prom, she would no longer be Queen Bee. What a brat.

"If both of you have dates then where does that leave me?" Hannah whined.

"I'll help you find someone." I offered. Miley scoffed and Hannah and I acted like we didn't hear it.