Max sighed and trudged into class, finally finding a way to make it through ten feet without being dragged into a bathroom. Thank God. She was on the edge of exploding.
She walked blindly through the door of first period, she had missed homeroom through the conversastion. As she hunched over her desk, there was a huge barrage of gasps and then generally blows-your-eardrums out loud applause. She glanced up carelessly to see what was actually happening. It wasn't as if she cared. It was more so her wanting them to shut up. The minute she opened her mouth, she shut it, clamping down hard on her tongue. Max hissed quietly to herself before digging her nails into her palms.
Dylan and Lissa were standing proud in front of the desk, holding hands and waving to their peers as if they had just won a million dollars. Max felt sick. They looked so happy. Happy... together. She shook her head the slightest bit. There had to be some kind of mistake. Had to. She had spent all of her time trying to impress Dylan. She had forced her way on to his basketball team, she was the fastest runner on track, she was even in honors algerbra with him. They had sometimes had long talks while waiting for their rides. She felt like they had really understood each other, that they just 'got' each other's vibes. But now.. now it was like she had done it all for nothing. Day to day, she'd pour her heart out for him, and now, she just felt kind of... icky. Used, pathetic, like a neon floor mat. You know it's there, you see it sometimes, but then again, it's just a rug. Just a stupid, cheap, torn up, rusty rug.
Max got up and shoved past them, smoke basically coming from her ears. Screw it, she thought. I'm not deserving enough to breath the same air as either of them. She nudged her way through thehalls, trying to stay on her feet through her dizziness. She thought they were finally going to get somewhere. Maybe, maybe even beyond the step of just friends. Maybe they could be... more than just friends. But it didn't matter, because Dylan had Lissa now.
"I hope she treats your heart well..." Max whispered quietly, a small tear sliding down her face. She got into her crappy, old fashioned Mercedes and slammed the door behind her. Maybe this was for the better. Everything happens for a reason, Angel, her baby sister, had once said. She shook her head, wondering what this would ever do to help her.
LATER THAT NIGHT:
Max stared at herself in the mirror. She wondered silently what was wrong with her. What did Lissa Wellington have that she, Maximum Martinez, didn't have?
The answers danced around her head like demons. Money, power, looks, charm, popularity- everything.
She blinked. Max knew what she had to do. One of those things could lead to another. She quietly reached for her toothbrush. What did brushing her teeth have to do with this? Nothing. However, only skinny girls were pretty. She turned to the door, latched it locked, and bent on her knees by her toliet. Then she traced her mouth for a moment before gulping and sliding it up and down her throat.
One... two... three.
The toliet bowl water turned to a sickly brown. Some more puke dribbled of the corner of her lips. She wiped it away with her sleeve.
She didn't want to continue, but she needed to be skinny. Like Lissa.
Max slid the toothbrush down her throat again.