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So first of all, I want to say thank you to everyone who reviewed, followed and favourited the last chapter. I'm really happy that you guys liked it, y'all are the best! :)
Hope you'll enjoy this chapter as well. ;)
Kitty sat up and adjusted her pillows so that she was leaning comfortably against her headboard.
The blonde wondered if her visitor was someone from school, or maybe a friend from church. But then again, she never had friends. Not real ones anyway.
For as long as she can remember, Shirley Thompson from seventh-grade was the only person from school who had visited her when the blonde had chickenpox.
Kitty wasn't popular back then. Unlike the HBIC that she is right now, Kitty used to be a rather quiet girl who liked to read by herself during recess and preferred to not sing or dance outside her bedroom.
When Kitty's mother told her that a girl named Shirley Thompson was coming to visit her, Kitty was completely blown away by that piece of information.
Shirley Thompson, THE most popular girl in school actually knew she exists, and was coming over to visit her. Kitty had been so excited that she had to refrain herself from bursting into a song right in front of her mother.
Shirley Thompson's mother had come with her to visit. Mrs. Thompson greeted Kitty's mother with her sickeningly sweet smile, saying how her daughter had missed Kitty at school. Being the courteous woman that she is, Mrs. Wilde welcomed them warmly and offered to make some tea for Mrs. Thompson and hot cocoa for Kitty and her visitor.
The girls sat quietly in Kitty's large bedroom, sipping their hot cocoas in utter silence. It was awkward, but Kitty was just happy that Shirley Thompson actually cared enough to pay her a visit and ignored the fact that they barely even talk at school.
After admiring the collection of dolls and stuffed animals that were lined perfectly around Kitty's beautifully decorated room, Shirley Thompson cleared her throat, "Umm… My mother made me come to visit", she paused. "She said that it would be good for me if I get on your good side", said the girl as she played with a loose thread on her sleeve. "But I don't really know you, and sorry if this sounds offensive but you're kind of loser…" She trailed off as she glanced at the blonde girl who was looking back at her blankly.
After staring at Shirley for an awkwardly long amount of time, Kitty finally averted her gaze.
"Okay", she replied with an unreadable expression.
"It's alright", Kitty said again softly, not sure whether she was saying it to Shirley or to herself.
It would be a lie to say that Kitty wasn't affected by the girl's words. They stung her like thorns. Her mom wanted her to become friends with me because we're rich. Kitty thought bitterly as she traced the floral patterns on her bed sheet. Just like everybody else.
The girls watched some DVDs in silence for the rest of the afternoon, while their mothers chatted happily and exchanged juicy gossips in the living room downstairs.
After the Thompsons left, Kitty's mother proceeded to clean up the tea set and plates. "That Shirley girl looks like a fine young lady", Mrs. Wilde said while drying a teacup. "You should hang out with her more often, her mother even made us an apple pie!"
"Yeah sure." Kitty lied half-heartedly as she poked around the piece of apple pie on her plate.
Kitty hated apple pies.
When Kitty saw her visitor, she thought the fever had messed up her brain so bad that she'd started hallucinating.
Marley freakin' Rose was standing in her doorway.
"H-hi." the tall brunette greeted nervously when all Kitty did was stare at her wide-eyed, with a dumbstruck expression that seemed to say something along the lines of 'What The Fuck'.
"I umm heard that you're sick. So I figured that I should come see if you're alright..." Marley said, snapping Kitty back to her senses. The blonde immediately averted her gaze and cleared her throat before giving Marley a small wave, motioning the girl to come in.
Upon seeing the small gesture, Marley quickly closed the door and made her way towards the arm chair beside Kitty's bed.
"How did you know I was sick?" Kitty asked after Marley sat down, her voice sounding hoarse and a little lower than how it usually was.
"Well first of all you were MIA for the whole day, and then I overheard one of the cheerios saying that you were probably absent because you're sick." Marley answered, leaving out the part where she practically jumped at the cheerios when she heard them talking about Kitty.
"I see." Kitty deadpanned, but cursed at herself immediately after doing so. I see!? That's the only thing you can come up with? Way to go Katherine McLame.
"So... How are you feeling?" Asked Marley when she noticed Kitty's medication packs lying on the night stand.
"Well my fever has gone down a bit, but other than that I'm still miserable." The blonde said.
Marley didn't know what to say next. She was having trouble deciding whether Kitty was serious or just trying to be funny.
The girls fell silent. It was painfully awkward.
"Are you hungry? I made tomato soup and soda bread for you." Marley suddenly piped up and started rummaging for something in her bag. Kitty's gaze followed Marley; she watched as the singer took out two stainless steel containers and opened the lids.
Kitty's mouth instantly watered at the sight of the steamy tomato soup and freshly baked soda bread, that was when the girl remembered that she had eaten nothing other than the tiny bowl of chicken soup her mother had made for her earlier that morning.
"Oh yes please, I'm starving." Kitty answered eagerly, almost like a child who was begging for a cookie.
Marley chuckled and handed her a spoon together with the soup, which Kitty wasted no time digging into.
"Wow" Kitty breathed after tasting the soup. "This is the best tomato soup I've ever had. You're good at this." The blonde looked over to Marley and said in all seriousness.
"Thank you." Marley giggled. "But it's just an ordinary soup though; anyone can make it better than me."
"Are you even hearing yourself?" Kitty looked at the brunette in disbelieve. "You have to try this yourself, here have some." The petite girl said and passed the container to Marley.
"Oh no no. I ate a lot during lunch already..." Marley declined almost immediately, holding her hand against the container that was being handed to her.
"How much?" Kitty fixed her gaze on Marley, and the brunette lowered her head as she fidgeted with her hands.
Silence.
"Marley." Kitty said sternly as she tilted Marley's chin upwards, forcing the blue-eyed girl to look at her. "Are you still doing...that?" Kitty asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marley hesitated for a split second, but shook her head, "No, I don't drive the bus to Puke Town anymore-" She laughed lightly, recalling the time when Kitty had asked her the same thing when they were walking in the hallways of William McKinley High a few weeks ago.
It was meant to be a joke, an attempt by Marley to ease the tension that was starting to become suffocating. But Kitty's stomach dropped instantly, her chest tightened as the pang of guilt she had felt not long ago returned to slap her hard in the face. Tears began pricking her eyes, but she willed herself not to cry.
"-and I'm eating better now, Doctor Godsey assigned a new diet plan for me so-"
"Wait, what doctor?" Kitty interrupted, her brows furrowed in confusion.
"Oh umm" Marley paused, realizing that she had never mentioned about going to therapy to anyone yet. "I'm seeing a therapist who specializes in…You know, eating disorders." Marley said, hesitating slightly towards the end of her line. The brunette knew that she had a problem, one that could be harmful to her health, but hearing herself say the words 'eating disorders' made her cringe.
Kitty stared quietly at the girl sitting across from her. Therapy. Kitty chanted the word in her mind. That's sounds... really serious.
"Therapy huh." She whispered inaudibly. Then, a voice at the back of her mind hissed, damn right, and it's all because of you.
A whimper bubbled up her throat, "I'm s-sorry, this is all my fault, I'm so, so sorry, I-" And then, images of her tormenting Marley began flashing through her mind. The time when she called Marley 'Mike and Molly's Daughter', the time when she threw a freezing slushie in Marley's face and ruined her outfit, and the time when she held up two fingers to Marley in her bathroom and said 'Just try it'.
With that, Kitty crumpled.
Her ability to construct any proper speech flew out the window when she fell into a fit of uncontrollable sobs. "I'm s-sorry, I'm sorry" Kitty repeated like a broken record as she buried her face in her hands.
Marley panicked for a moment and froze in her seat.
The brunette contemplated whether she should leave Kitty alone until she calms down. But her heart breaks a little every time Kitty let out a choked sob, and Marley just couldn't stand the invisible weight that was crushing her chest anymore. So, she climbed onto Kitty's bed and did what her mother always does when she's crying over nasty remarks that the mean kids at school had thrown at her.
Marley wrapped her arms around the crying girl in a tight embrace and began rocking back and forth. "It's okay." She whispered into Kitty's hair. Her own tears threatened to fall when Kitty buried her face into the taller girl's chest and let the sobs wreck through her petite frame. We'll be okay.
And that's Chapter 2! :)
Sorry if Kitty seemed overdramatic with her guilt and all... Do you guys think she's being overdramatic? I was a little deprived because RIB didn't give us any explanation whether Kitty and Marley are still friends after Marley face-planted on stage...
Do R&R and let me know what you guys think kay? Thank you! :D