[Un-Edited]
§Zane's POV§

I let out a hacking sound as my finger was shoved into the back of my throat. There was a faint dripping sound from one of school's sinks. I fell backwards, my head clashing into the stall's locked doors.

I let out a grunt in pain, squeezing my eyelids shut. I dug my teeth through my rose colored lip, trying go discard the pain that swung through my lower waist.

I coughed, wiping my mouth before my shaking knees brought me up to a standing up. I sighed sharply, pushing the door open.

I peeked my head out and saw no one. I slipped out, shaking off my fingers of vomit and saliva.

I felt much better now. I ate way to much at lunch today, a whole plate off pizza. My stomach felt so bloated, but as stated before, now is better.

I grabbed my backpack off the ground, slinging it over my broaden shoulder and shuffling out of the restroom.

I don't think I'm going to make it through sixth hour.

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Im making it through sixth hour. With Ivy to my right and Molly to right I could feel how the tense must was thick around us.

The two hate me, Ivy because I found out what she wanted with Garroth, Informed him, and now he avoides her, she hates me.

And Molly, because I'm stealing most of Travis's attention.

I doodled in my note book, not paying attention to the teacher as she blabbed on about math.

A crumbled up paper hit my desk. I looked up from the area it came from and saw Molly, smirking. I blinked twice, before slowly unwrapped the bends and reading the one line printed one the note book paper in the left hand corner.

"Your Travis's frined, rihgt?"

She cannot spell I see. Or even use grammar. I roll my eyes and scribble down a response.

"One: You're*, Friend*, and right* and two: yes, why do you ask?"

I toss it back to her.

She looks down with a cocked brow, scoffs, and writes down a reply.

"I need you to help me."

I furrow my eyebrows.

"Why would I do that?"

She blows her almond hair away from the bridge of her nose.

"Because I like him, and I want you to help me get a date with him."

I almost laugh.

"Why would I do that?"

She smirks, writing another response.

"Because you probably don't want anyone knowing you're throwing up your lunch everyday, do you?"

She's blackmailing me, to get her to date with my boyfriend. And if I say no, she'll tell everyone about my eating disorder, including my brothers who I promised I'd eat more.

Im in the worst situation ever.

I stared at the page, my eyes widened. I bit my lip, thinking. Do I tell everybody about myself throwing up, or sell out my boyfriend?

I furrowed my eyebrows.

"Fine."

She smiled, "Thanks Zane!" She whispered, with a blush.

I groaned, what am I going to do now?

Sorry for the short chapter
Leave questions below please
~Snowy♡