Hungry

Chapter 7

A week had passed and it was now Monday, my second week at this school. I was dressed after my two hour session in our gym, normally its just an hour but I couldn't ignore the fact that I looked bloated. An apple was in my hand and I was stood in the kitchen. I had only taken one bite and the apple tasted sweet, like sugar, and that was the last thing I needed.

"You don't need to wait for me anymore, you have your own car."

I throw the apple away. "I'm not waiting for you."

"Sure."

She grabs her bottled water from the fridge, "We are having a family dinner tonight. Will you be in attendance?"

Tinsley's mother would be home for a day or two, since she has a concert with her girl group here. "No."

"Why not?"

"I've got homework to do."

Tinsley's red painted lips curve up, "Good, stay away until eight. I don't care where you go."

"Great. I'm going to leave now."

"But you haven't had your daily calories."

"Huh?"

"You eat a cookie or a muffin normally. It adds something extra to you."

I clench my hands round my keys. "I can go a day without eating a muffin or a cookie you know."

"Good. Maybe then my clothes will fit you."

I walk past her, "Why do you have to be so insecure to put others down?"

I exit before she replies, moving towards my new Ferrari. It was dark grey and spelled expensive. I put the radio on and made the drive to school. When I arrived, I walked through the halls to my lockers.

"Morning." Keaton says, opening up his locker.

"Hey."

"Ben and Tabitha were thinking about going out to eat tonight."

"Can't. I have some family dinner thing."

"Right. Maybe tomorrow."

"No. You guys go on without me. We can all watch a movie later in the week or something."

"Right. Cool."

I take out my Mathematics book, shutting my locker. I had no clue what to do tonight. There was no way I could go to a family dinner and no way I could eat out with them. I don't know why but the thought of eating has made me feel like throwing up.

"See you at lunch?"

I nod, my stomach churning at the thought of lunch. I walk off round the block and into the maths room. Gideon was sat in the back of the class his head buried in his book. I take the seat next to him.

"Hi." His voice is thick.

"Hey. I didn't know you were in this class."

"I skive sometimes. I only took it because Dad wants me to run his banks."

"What do you want to do?"

"Sell drugs."

"W-what?"

"I'm kidding. I don't know what I want to do."

"Right."

"So, how are you?"

I stare at him, slightly intrigued. "Good. And you?"

"High."

He flashes me a smile before turning back to the front. Tinsley sure knew how to pick her friends. When the class ended, Gideon and I departed. I had a free period, so I spend it in the Library on my social media. I'm slightly alarmed when I receive a call from an unknown number. I decline it, probably some sales advertiser. The number rings again and I decline again. Then when it rings ones more, I pick up.