People I read this book called Perfect and got the idea of her being bulimic I thought it would spice it up a little bit.

+Everyone loves good drama :)

Troys POV

"Brie...Brie?" Its hard to wake this girl up she could probably sleep through world war 3 on a good day.

I looked at her sleeping peacefully and she looked so hot. I reached up to her face and brushed a curl out of her face.

Chad was right. I know I can't believe I just thought that either, but its true. Gabi does look smaller, like I could break her if I hugged her too tight. When I saw her two months ago she looked fine. But now I don't know something isnt right, I just hope its nothing serious. I mean she's still my bestfriend no matter what.

"Brie come on we have to go to the dinner. We promised we wouldn't be late." She didnt move. God I hope shes not dead. I better poke her to make sure.

Poke.

"Stop..." Ok so she is alive and halfway up.

"Come on Brie... We have to go to the dinner." Her eyes popped open and she sprang straight up. I couldn't help but laugh, but I got a glare for doing that. She jumped out of the bed and went to the bathroom and closed the door.

"Why didn't you wake me sooner?" She yelled through the door.

"Trust me I tried but I did not succeed." She opend the door and some out with her hair wet and nothing but bra and panties on. I started to feel horny but im not going to get into that.

"I didnt hear the shower."

"Well mister if you woke me at 5 and not 6:35 I would have time. But considering it takes a while to get to the resturaunt I just did it in the sink." She grabbed a dress out of her suitcase and stepped into it. It fit her body nicely and shoed all her curves even though right now she didnt have many.

"I just have to do make-up and I'll be ready."

I sat on the bed and watched t.v. for a while then Bries phone went off.

"Troy could you get that?!" She yelled through the door again,"Just take a message for me."

"Alright!"

Joanne. Whos Joanne? Must be a girl from her dorm or something.

"Hello?"

"Umm...I must not have the right number, Im looking for Gabriella Montez?"

"You have the right number shes busy right now, but told me to take a message."

"Oh thank god. Well just tell her that for group I want her to write a list of things she loves about herself."

Okay is this woman coo coo. What group is she talking about? Write a list about what you like about yourself?

"Umm group? Right well would you be more specific so she knows what Im talking about...later?"

"Uhh...well for group I asked the girls to write things they love about themselves and their body image. So they can stop doing things to their bodies. It's sort of a support group."

A support group?

"Well uh what type of support group are you talking about exactly."

"Well umm...I dont know if I should say..."

"I just have a really bad memory I remember hearing about a group but I dont remember."

white lie

"Oh well didnt you know?"

"Know what?"

"Gabriellas Bulimic..."

Sorry this is short but I just need a dramatic ending.

The next chapter will be them already at dinner and well yea can't say too much.