Walking into school the next day was hard. I didn't have the confidence and energy that I usually did.

And judging by the looks I was getting, people knew about my ungraceful fall.

Then someone threw a chocolate bar at me. I looked to the ground where it landed.

He had told, how could he.

I picked up the snickers bar and walked straight up to Ryder's locker, completely forgetting the fact that I had embarrassed myself in front of in the bathroom yesterday. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down to my level.

"How could you, you said you wouldn't!" I whisper yelled.

"How could I wh… "I cut him off by shoving the unopened nutty chocolate bar into his mouth, then I let go of his shirt.

He pulled the bar from his mouth and stood up straight.

"How would you like it if I told everyone, that "RYDER LYNN LIKES THE! …" he quickly covers my mouth.

"Someone already told" he pulls what looks like a poster out of his locker with post-its on it.

"Not me" I mumbled under his hand. He then uncovered my mouth and showed me the poster; on one side was Robert Pattinson with a post-it saying 'Team Edward?' and on the other side was Taylor Lautner 'or Team Jacob?'

I tried not to laugh "At least they gave you a choice"

"Did you tell?" he asked.

"No of course not, did you?" He shook his head. "Then who did?" I continued.

"You do you think, Peanut, Teen Gay Vampire" Coach Sylvester turned to each of us, giving us our new nicknames as she called them. "Just so you know I have Sue-cams all around this school, not to mention loyal spies. So the next time the two of you go into one of the Cheerio's bathrooms for a make-out session, I'll release some more juicy secrets that I know about the two of you."

Ryder and I exchange glances then look back at Coach Sylvester.

It doesn't matter that Ryder and I weren't making out, what matters is that Coach Sylvester know things about us, things that we don't want others to know. The worst part is that she won't hesitate to use these against us; we're in deep trouble because Coach Sylvester always gets her way.

"Now Kitty go feed my baby, she probably hungry about now" she points down the hall and yells "NOW!" then she walks away, thank-god.

I go to run off when Ryder grabs my arm and says

"You just need to know that I would never, ever hit you or any girl for that matter. Only messed up psycho's hit girls." This made me smile.

I then ran off saying a quick good-bye to Ryder.

…

Being a Cheerio is good and bad. Popularity equals good, Sue being coach equals bad. Winning championships equals good, late practices to get those championships equals bad.

Watching football games equals good, watching Ryder play football equals double good!

Trying to focus on cheering when our team scores is hard, mostly because 75% of the time Ryder scores the touchdowns. And his end zone dances are pretty good.

So yes I have a crush on Ryder, this is good because I need a distraction. I need something to get me through a horrible afternoon at home, and he's it.

After the football game Sugar comes up to me and hugs me.

"Great cheering" she shouts and does some mock cheer thing.

"What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like any kind of sport at all."

"Well I don't, but I had to come. I'm supporting my bro… est friend, my best friend." She hugs me again. "Yeah I came to see you cheer, yep to see you cheer" she nods, satisfied with her answer, then looks around her.

"Are you okay Sugar, you seem…"

"Seem what? Maybe it's the two cups of coffee and lack of bathroom, besides that I'm fine"

Obviously our definitions of fine are completely different.

"By the way are we still going shopping on Saturday? Wait that's tomorrow?" she had changed the subject to avoid giving me a proper answer.

"Yep" I replied, Sugar was now bouncing up and down.

"Ohh, look bathroom, see ya" she screeches and runs off, I'm honestly embarrassed for her, who yells about needing the bathroom?

I didn't even say bye, or get to tell her that tomorrow was only Friday.

I finish packing my things and am about ready to head home, when I feel someone tap my shoulder.

I turn to look into his kind eyes and caring face.

"Hi Ryder"

"Hey. I just thought you should know that … um … the reason I haven't read the Twilight books is … because" he pauses for a short while "I can't, can't" he whispers the last word "Read"

I could tell he was joking and I didn't find it funny, "Well maybe you should get it checked out" I turn to leave.

"Wait Kitty, I'm serious." I looked back at him to see that he was in fact very serious.

"I told you something big Kitty, something I haven't ever told anybody, not even my parents."

I feel ashamed. I thought he was joking. I feel horrible, so horrible that I feel I have to tell him.

I have to tell him something as equally big, that no one else but Sugar and I know about. Not even my parents, the same as him, that would make it equal, and then he can't hate me right?

I don't want to do it, but I have to. Maybe he'll understand right? And help me maybe, possibly, if I'm lucky.

I mean he is that kind of caring guy, who would help a damsel in distress, like a knight. He would be my knight in shining armour.

Like a fairy tale.

But fairy tales don't exist.

If they did I wouldn't have this kind of problem.

"I'm Bulimic"