'Laxatives?' Santana shouted, while holding Marley's bag.
'I didn't even know they were in there,' Marley immediately lied; the girl hated being dishonest, especially towards someone who had been so kind to her. Marley sighed as she twitched her fingers nervously; Santana stared directly at her. The younger girl saw accusation in the girl's wise and untrusting eyes.
'I know what you're doing to yourself,' the Latina whispered, 'and you don't need to. You'll kill yourself.' Marley gulped slightly, before murmuring,
'I don't know what you're talking about.'
Santana just gently shook her head before continuing singing the singing exercise.