Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2006 03:57:27 +0000
From: Violete Marut <violete001@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bulimia 2

I smelled my fingers.They smelled of nicotine.I liked the smell of 
nicotine.It always gave me this weird headrush.Me and Tommy boy were sitting 
on somebody's front porch steps smoking.We both indulged in the habit quite 
frequently.I didn't smoke because I had some irresistible urge to do so.I 
smoked because I liked the smell of nicotine.I smoked because Tommy boy 
smoked.I smoked because I was angry at the world.I smoked because I knew 
that if my mom would find out it would hurt her a lot.I knew that her own 
father died from lung cancer so smoking was a very big deal to her.She used 
to tell me that if she ever caught me with a cigarette she would kill me.So 
here I was,smoking.Tommy boy pushed the hair out of his young bright face 
and said:

"Molly's having a baby"

"Surprise,surprise..I always told you your sister was a slut"His face 
cringed when I said that.I knew it annoyed him,me talking about his sister 
in this manner.I guess that's why I did it,to test him.To see how much shit 
he would take before snapping.

"She's not a slut,she's just lost"

"Oh yeah..lost isn't exactly the word I'd use..more like perverted and 
slutty"

"Shut up..he used her,he fucking used her.I'm gonna kill him when I grow 
up,I swear."

"Yeah because it's his fault that she lost all her clothes before they even 
made it to the living room"

"You know what..you can shut the fuck up"

"haha..look Tommy boy,I'm sorry"

"It's fine,just don't talk about her like that"

Poor Tommy boy.When is he gonna get it through his head that his sister is a 
major whore.I feel fucking sorry for her child.I've always dreamed about 
having a child,however strange that may sound.LOL.It would probably be 
Bipolar.I've always dreamt about having a family with Cal,we would be so 
great together.I awoke from my personal thoughts as I saw Tommy Boy getting 
up and we made our way back to school.As soon as I was inside that horrible 
building my eyes were cast downwards.

It was lunch time.I had some big cravings.I made my way into the cafeteria 
and took as much food as I could possibly carry.I felt people looking at 
me,it was probably my imagination playing tricks one me,but I still felt 
stupid.I went outside to my usual chill out place.Tommy Boy was there 
already with a few different friends.I didn't like any of them.I just smiled 
at Tommy boy and sat down on the grass.I started devouring my food and not 
paying attention to anybody else.As I was almost finished I saw a pair of 
feet approaching in my direction.I thought it was probably one of Tommy's 
girlfriends but when the feet stopped right in front of me I decided to look 
up.It was a girl.She had pretty long black hair.Her face was full of make up 
and lipstick.She grinned at me.I just half smiled.She knelt next to me and 
then looked back and gave a wave to 7 of her girlfriend's that were 
precisely staring at us.

"You're Aiden,right"

"uhh Yeah,that's me"

"Well one of my friends has a gigantic crush on you.She wrote you a letter 
and it has her AIM screen name in it.She thought that maybe you'd like to 
chat with her"
She handed me a pink envelope that I took with my greasy fingers and I said

"uhh thanks,I'll be sure to read it.I'd love to talk some more but nature 
calls" She giggled at that statement and was on her way back ,shaking her 
ass way too fakely in the process.I almost ran to the restroom.I just wanted 
to get all that pizza and coffeecake outta my system.I went into one of the 
stalls and puked my guts out.My throat hurt like a bitch.I also had rough 
patches on my knuckles from all that fucking acid.But as long as I was 
calorie free it didn't matter to me.I rolled away from the toilet and took 
out the pink envelope.I opened the letter and read out loud

"Dear Aiden
I've seen you around for a few weeks now and I find you very attractive.I 
just broke up with my boyfriend and I'm looking to have some fun with 
hotties like you.If we both enjoy it, it might even turn into something 
serious.Hit me up on [some girlie bullshit screen name]
Hope to hear from you soon
with Love,
Maya"

I laughed.What a farce.I laughed out even harder.That is the dumbest letter 
I have ever received from a groupie.Here I was about to laugh at my own 
pathetic joke but I heard somebody else's laugh.This scared me.I wiped my 
vomit stained face with toilet paper and opened the stall door.What I saw 
scared the daylights out of me.It was Cal,standing there laughing,looking so 
damn sexy.Finally when he slightly controlled himself he said in ragged 
breath

"Sorry mate ,I just couldn't keep my laughter to myself anymore.This was the 
most pathetic letter ever"

"Yeah..it was,"I said in a shaky voice.OMG I couldn't believe this was 
happening.He was standing here,right in front of me,leaning on a sink and 
looking mighty sexy with a big grin on his face.And here was I,totally 
unprepared and with vomit on my shirt..WHAT OMFG I HAD VOMIT ON MY 
SHIRT!!!!Before I could do anything to conceal it he looked at the stain and 
burst out laughing while saying

"I see it made you sick "

I just shook my head in bewilderment but the situation was so bad I had to 
laugh eventually.I slowly made my way to the sink next to him and turned on 
the water.

"Sorry mate..really am.Are you all right?"

"yeah..yeah I'm okay,"I said.I noticed my hands were shaking.

"ah well..I'm off.See ya round"

"See you," I said and looked him in the eye.He lingered for a minute that 
felt like an hour.He smiled an amused smile and took off.Great,I thought to 
myself.I tried self loathing,but how could I.I just spoke to the boy of my 
dreams.I actually felt happy.For once in my life.I left the restroom with a 
wide smile on my face.At that moment nothing mattered,the world was a happy 
place and I had no pains.Yet I knew that at some point all the insecurities 
were going to come back and haunt me with more power then ever.I smiled away 
anyway.Cal talked to me,I made him laugh.If a smile could split a face in 
half than I would have been in a plastic surgeons office at that moment.