Forever The Good Girl

Chapter Twenty Two

Chapter Twenty Two

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I woke up in my bed, rested and happy. As I sat up, my stomach was sore, which brought my mood down a little. But I was still happier than I had been for a while.

I got ready for school, taking the time to wash my hair, straighten it, do my make up and pick out clothes that I felt good in.

I looked in the mirror, satisfied. I didn't look like a troll today. Mission accomplished. It still wouldn't hurt to lose some weight... I mean, my stomach stuck out, and my hips were bigger than they should be, but I didn't totally hate myself.

 I went to the kitchen when my stomach rumbled. Looking for something light. I made some toast and buttered it. I debated with myself for a long time, on whether or not I should eat it.

Eventually I ate about half of it and left the house. As quickly as I could, I walked to the bus stop. It was too cold for this, and James was his usual self. Meaning, he started explaining the many ways possible to kill someone.

I sat down in my usual seat, hoping to just stare out the window. But soon enough Trevor was sitting right beside me. I flinched as he sat down, knowing he wasn't my choice.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hey," I mumbled, trying to smile back. It was no use.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I guess."

"So we're still on for lunch?" When I hesitated, he frowned. "What is it, And?"

"What are we?"

"What do you mean?

My cheeks, of course, turned bright red. "Are we.... friends?"

"Do you want to be friends?" He asked, sounding disappointed and unsure.

"I think you're great," his eyes lit up. "And you're extremely kind, but..."

He let out a groan. "No 'but', please. I've heard it all before."

"I really like you, I do."

"I like you  too, you know that. There's always a 'but' though."  He asked, "so you want us to stay friends?"

"More like need us too. There's kind of..."

"Someone else?" He finished for me, and his eyes flashed with a mix of hurt and betrayal. I closed my eyes. I knew what that felt like all too well. How could I do to him exactly what Josh had done to me? Exactly what I thought Eli had done to me?

I didn't reply, and he sighed.  We sat in silence, not knowing how to continue. I was very confused. Were we still friends, or was that a cliche break up line?

"Look," I begged. "I'm really sorry. Eli just-"

"Eli, who?" He cut me off.

"Uh..." I blinked. What was Eli's last name? "I don't know."

"Do I know him?"

"I doubt it."

"Why him?" He asked, throwing me off. What could I say?

"I'm not sure... I just-"

"See? You don't even know. Give me a chance."

I was slowly losing my temper. He wouldn't even let me speak. "He understands... things."

"You mean like, female things?" He asked, uncertain.

It would have been akward, but it was too funny. I started laughing, despite myself. "No, no. Things like-" I grasped my side, trying to be serious. "-like..."