Angelic ★Manthony★

❤️ : Seven

~Christian~

I held my lunch box and walked with Mitchel to the lunchroom. I hummed the song Mitchel wrote to me.
I saw a taller boy with black and red dreads sitting at our table. I looked up at Mitchel shakily and he gave me a reassuring smile.
We sat down across from him.
"Hey I'm Mitchel," he smiled at the boy. He looked up slightly started.

"Oh uhm I'm De'wayne" he held his hand out. Mitchel shook it.

"I'm Christian but you can call me Kras too," I smiled and shook his hand. De'wayne has the biggest smile I'd ever seen.
I opened up my lunch box and quickly got unsettled with the food.
I glanced at Mitchel and didn't want to make him upset. I shakily took the vegetable container about an to eat the corn.
Okay, Kras, you're going to be fine.
I sniffed and watched as they both looked at me.

"Is everything okay?" Mitchel asked me.

"Y-yeah," I smiled and nodded looking back down. I pulled out the sandwich. I unwrapped it and quickly ate it trying to ignore the quick nausea puking feeling. I swallowed gently and moved on to the fruit.
I tried to listen to Mitchel and De'waynes conversation while I ate the strawberries. My stomach felt so lumpy. I bit my lip and realized I was done with what was in the lunch box.

"Hey Kras," De'wayne looked at me.

"Mhm?" I looked up and leaned on the table.

"Uhm do you want my cookie looked like a rough lunch you got packed." He smiled. My stomach turned and I shook my head.
I got up and ran towards the bathroom.
I leaned over the toilet and stuck my fingers down my throat. I heard someone come into the bathroom and pull me back.

"Let go!" I screamed and curled in on myself.

"Hey hey no," Mitchel sighed pulling me up so he was carrying me. I sniffed and let myself fall into his arms. I leaned my head into his shoulder as I started to calm down slowly. I sniffed and balled my fist into his shirt. I heard the door open and I panicked.

"Is everything okay?" Dewayne asked coming in.

"He uh," Mitchel looked down at me and I nodded, "Christian has an eating disorder. He's been trying to recover, he has containers to count out calories. It's just it's not your fault but when you offered him the cookie it sent him over."

"Oh I'm sorry Kras," he had a sympathetic tone and I wanted to hug him. But I couldn't let go of Mitchel. When I panicked I'd stay in one spot almost paralyzed.

"S'okay not your fault," I sniffed nodding gently.

     I sat on my bed as my mom lectured me, "okay you must have your pageant speech nailed. We have to get you to nationals. How else will you ever become Mrs. America?"

"Mom that's not even for a few years," I huffed leaning back into my desk chair.

"Is this Mitchel guy distracting you from all of this? Making you lose your stride and passion?" She asked getting somewhat closer to my face.

"No, he's not," I rolled my eyes, "Did you ever think that maybe I don't want to do pageants anymore?"

"Excuse you," she turned around and grabbed my jaw, "You can go live with your dad if you're going to be like that."

I sniffed and nodded "m sorry momma."

"Now when Mitchel gets here. Put your formal dress on and run over your walk, talent and speech then see what he thinks." She turned on her heels and walked out of my room.
I pulled my knees up to my chest. The last thing I wanted was to do pageants. It was a body shame fest, judgmental, and just toxic. But my mom kept me around because this is what she wanted when she was younger. She thinks she's doing what's good for me but it was far from that.
My parents were divorced and my dad lived about two hours away. Jesse and I both didn't want to be with him. He just wasn't a good man at all.

"Hey," Mitchel smiled coming in my room. He shut the door behind him. I picked cherry up and set her on my lap.

"Hey Mitty," I sniffed and wiped my tears away.

"What's wrong?" He frowned sitting on my bed.

"I dunno it's dumb," I shrugged looking down at Cherry.

"No it's not," he leaned his elbows on his knees.
I shrugged and set Cherry back on her car bed. I got up and sat next to him.

"I Uh I hate pageants, I want to quit but my mom won't let me." I sighed looking at him.

"Why not? She's seen what's happened to you Kras. Doesn't she realizes the mental pain you're in!?" He raised his voice. I cowered gently and looked down.
"I'm sorry," he frowned side hugging me.

"I just she thinks this is what's good for me because this is what she wanted when she was my age." I shrugged leaning into his grip.

"Well, that's stupid and unreasonable!" He pouted and played with my hair.

"M wait hold on," I got up and grabbed my kazoo.

"What're you gonna do with that?" He smirked and chuckled lightly.

"This," I chuckled and started playing him my talent song on the kazoo. He giggled lightly and grabbed my waist to pull me back by him.
Territorial much?