Maureen's POV
Turn around, Joanne. Turn around. Tell me you're kidding. Tell me this is some horrible joke. Tell me you love me.
Blink back tears. Channel all my energy at Joanne. Turn around, dammit.
For I minute I think that she can feel my eyes boring holes in the back of her head, because she turns. I think she's had a change of heart. But when she speaks, its not to me, its to pretty much everyone else in the café.
"The cops are sweeping the lot, but no one's leaving. They're sitting there…"
Her eyes flick to me and back so quickly that I'm not sure if I imagined it.
"Mooing."
She turns around again, and this time she leaves. Everyone else is cheering, dancing on tables, to celebrate the success of the protest. MY success. But I have to force a smile. Jump up on the tables. Imitate happiness. Can't let them see me shattered.
About a week later (this is where it will start to deviate from the plotline somewhat)
110 pounds. Too much. Too fat.
Joanne kicked me out. I've been staying in a hotel that past 6 days, but I can't afford to stay here much longer.
110 pounds. But I've been good… I eat salad, cucumber, and celery. An apple or banana now and then. So why have I failed at this? 110 pounds. I need to weigh 90. At the most. Maybe if I weighed 90, Joanne would still want to be with me. Wouldn't be so repulsed by me. Wouldn't get so annoyed with me.
I don't care what she's says. I'm not sick. It's not an eating disorder when you actually need to lose weight. It's just a diet. And its not working…
I need a new place to stay. Time to eat my pride. Time to see if Mark would even consider letting me move back into the loft. Just temporarily, of course. Would that be a horrible thing to ask after dumping a guy? Probably, but I really don't have any other choice. I think I'll jog over to the loft and talk to him, because God knows I need the exercise. I'll jog to the loft… after I take a nap. I've been so tired lately. So… tired…
Oh, I almost forgot. Happy New Year. Three guesses what my resolution is going to be.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapters, Tina 101! I get inspiration in spurts. :-)
Two finals tomorrow and then I am done! Hooray!