Falling off the Edge-under heavy editing

Chapter Eight

Edited 09/12/15

I started to get ready and tried to shake off the dream I just had. Well, it was more like a memory, a flashback.

I tried to get myself excited again. I was going to meet my potential boyfriend! Let's do this.

I tried to get myself as hyped up as I could, but not to the point where people thought I was on drugs. Because guess what? I was finay getting a chamber to meet someone knew after ages of being alone.

I tried to convince myself. I tried as hard and as best as I could.

I did not still love him.

Nope, nope, nope.

Yes

"Ugh, shut up brain." I said to myself.

I busied myself by choosing which outfit to wear for today. I really should've done this the day before because this was difficult shit.

Finally after what felt like years of looking through my clothes, I picked out a nice tank top and matched it with a very feminine and floral patterned skirt. I then grabbed a cardigan to cover up my scars. Although I did put a bandaid on the worst ones and put concealer on the other ones.
Precautions, precautions. You could never be too careful. Even if it was supposed to be a million degrees outside today.

I decided to put an effort into my looks as well so I brushed my hair and curled it a bit. I then applied some mascara, lipstick and a bit of foundation.
I looked nice but not too over-the-top. Or in a less nicer way, fake. Or slutty. Choose your favourite.

I slipped on some summer sandals with slight heels and went to grab some breakfast.

I went down the stairs and grabbed a box of cereal from out of the cupboard while whistling a tune. Then realisation hit me as I froze to my spot.

Wait, what?, I thought to myself.

Did I just grab that box of cereal without forcing myself? After all, there's no one around forcing me to eat. Wow, I was slowly getting better! I couldn't wait to tell Angie as I poured milk into the bowl with cereal.

"Mmm, yum." I said to myself. I ignored the overwhelming urge to exercise and burn it all off as best as I could without driving myself insane. Well, admittedly, I did do a few sit-ups and push-ups after but I snapped myself out of it and stopped.

By the time I had done all that, it was 10am. Angie was picking me up at 11am. I decided to inspect myself in the mirror.

I looked long and hard at my legs. I scrunched my eyes up and scrutinised myself. Harshly.

Too fat, my mind told me. But I shook my head and convinced myself that my legs were perfectly fine. It worked. At least for now.

I was going to get better. I was going to do this for my sake. For my health's sake.

I decided to watch TV until 11am rolled around and I heard the doorbell ring.

"Summer!" Angie said, happily.

"Ang!" I exclaimed as I pulled her in for a hug. "Oh my god, I have something to tell you."

I got my bag and keys and locked the door behind me. I explained what I had accomplished this morning happily and excitedly. I could see Angie's eyes light up happily as well and I knew she was proud of me too.

"I went down to the kitchen and prepared breakfast without thinking about it and without forcing myself! It was so great!" I chattered.

"Oh, Summer, that's great news! You're slowly getting better." She said and linked arms with me. "Now let's go!"

Angie, Tom and I were getting dropped off by Tom's dad. We were going to meet with Tom's friend at the stadium.

"Hey, you must be Summer." Tom smiled and held out his hand once we got into the car. "I'm Tom, Angie's gorgeous boyfriend."

I laughed as Angie rolled her eyes and smacked him lightly on the arm.

I shook his hand, "Nice to meet you."

"Rightio kids, are we ready to go?" Tom's dad asked.

"We sure are dad." Tom answered slinging an arm over Angie. I kept giving her smirks while she just blushed.

Tom's dad finally started the car and off we went.

When we reached the stadium Tom took out his phone and called his friend to see where was, "Ok. Right. We'll be there in 5 minutes. See ya man." Tom hung up.

"Where is he?" Angie asked.

"He's waiting for us at our seats so let's go!" Tom told us and grabbed Angie's hand as he led us to the stands.

As we walked closer, I was getting more
and more nervous to meet his friend. What if he didn't like me? What if he thought I was ugly? Or worse, fat? And what about...him. Oh shut up. As if he would still be thinking about you.

"Um, Tom, does your friend know that this is like a...like a..."

"Double date." Angie finished off the sentence for me.

"Yep. He's keen on meeting you." Tom
Told me. "He told me that he knows you something. You guys knew each other when you guys were younger? I dunno. I guess we'll see if he's bullshitting or not." Tom chuckled.

Angie gave me an amused look. I just smiled and shrugged trying to act casual. But really, I was racking my brains to think who on earth it could be. Or maybe Tom's friend was just playing a stupid prank or something. Either way, I was going to find out soon enough.

We finally got to our seats and saw Tom's friend. He had curly brown hair and looked awfully familiar. And for a split second, I thought I was hallucinating. Or my mind was playing tricks on me.

"Finn!" Tom called and he turned around.

Oh no. Oh no, no, no.

"Wait... Finn?" I gasped.

I was staring into the same twinkling emerald green eyes I fell in love with in year three.