Panic Prone
Chapter Seventeen
skittlesxrayn
Happy Halloween everyone! I don't know how many chapters will be posted today. I'm taking my daughter out and my stepsister is coming up, too. Hopefully, they'll be a at least two, maybe more if I stay awake longer. Thanks for the reviews. Y'all rock!
A week had passed since the party. Jay was laying low. Sean was still in town. Peter barely spoke to Emma. Towerz kept a close eye on his sister and Alex, well Alex and Emma had become quick friends. How? From school. A few people had heard about what happened at the party. Almost everyone was pointing and whispering. Emma couldn't take it. And Alex was there to back her up. She didn't do much. All she did was walk with Emma down the hall after one class and they clicked. Maybe it was their common bond over the asshole.
Emma's eating had dwindled. Her complexion was tinged with a slight olive color. Her tight fitting clothes, now barely felt her skin. She had bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and from too much sleep. Towerz noticed, he just figured it was from running so much. Trying to keep in shape for gymnastics, you know?
Emma sat alone in her living one Saturday morning. Her parents were out of town for the weekend. Her brother left to get some parts for his car. She sat on the couch, barely taking up a foot of it. Her legs folded underneath her, with a big fleece blanket, wrapped tightly under her. She stared blankly at the TV, flipping aimlessly through the channels.
There was a knock at her door. Too tired and weak to get up and answer, she replied ghost like to the door, "It's open."
In stepped Jay. His usual smug smirk wasn't plastered across his barely shaven face. In fact, his signature look hadn't been seen since the second before Towerz fist connected with his face.
She glanced over at the figure, sighing, "Oh, it's you."
He scratched his head, which for once wasn't adorn with a hat. "I'm sorry," he mumbled out and he was sure if the sentence was longer, he would have tripped over every vowel.
Her head shot up, in surprise. She's never heard him say sorry, let alone actually sound like he meant it, "For what?" She snapped.
"The party. Causing a scene. For being an ass."
"You said it in front of my brother. In front of Peter. You made it seem like I was some slut."
"I know and I shouldn't have. Em...Emma I was drunk. Ok? I'm sorry." He said, more sincerely and clearly.
She rolled her eyes and got up, tossing the blanket on to the couch, "I don't care, Jay." She pushed past him, walking to the kitchen. Her stomach was screaming at her. She tried to remember when she last ate. Ate something with actual substance. She couldn't remember. All she could remember was the calories of everything. 110 that day. 200 this day. 315. 100. 345. Her head spun around the numbers. Then they fell away from her. Or was she falling away from them? She couldn't even tell. Her mind raced and then stopped, as she fell to the floor.