Guys, I'm almost done with this story! I can't believe it.

Sunday Mid-Morning

Marley woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. The specific tone was that that belonged to Jake's phone calling her. She answered and tried to wake up as she spoke, "Hello?"

"Morning Marley Susan Rose. Wakey wakey. I'm outside, waiting for you."

"I told Sugar I wasn't going." Marley answered. Marley had been invited to a new restaurant that opened in downtown Lima. "I'm not free today."

"Too bad, because everyone else is here waiting for you. Look outside your window." His voice said.

Marley went over to her bedroom window and looked down, finding Jake and Ryder outside and waving at her. Behind them was a pink limo that looked as if it could if twenty people inside.

"What!?" Marley screamed, both outside and on the phone. "But I said—"

"Please!?" Ryder took the phone from Jake. "It'll make me happy."

"No!"

"Fine!" Ryder yelled. He turned to the limo and yelled, "Sugar! Save me fifteen of those Canadian energy drinks! I'm going to need them!"

"No! You're going to get screwed up again." Marley yelled. "Fine, let me shower and get dressed. Twenty minutes."

Marley hung up and went to her bathroom. Washed her hair quickly, and her body, but she felt sick to her stomach. She's tried to throw up a few times but she felt nothing inside that would come out. She hasn't eaten in days and nobody really suspected it, somehow. She could go three weeks before someone found out she was force puking again. Kind of disgusting, right?

She got out of the shower and found her black floral dress, peach sweater and her black-white Christmas socks that had snowflakes and reindeer and other funky designs on them. Once dressed she was about to put on her winter jacket when, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw the varsity jacket Ryder had given to her the other week. It was extremely warm when wearing it. She grinned, grabbing that instead, and put it on before leaving the house.

Down at the new breakfast place Marley got in line, in between Jake and Ryder, holding her plate. "Jake I can pay for my food."

"I've got it." Jake said, grabbing what looked like five pieces of toast.

Marley hesitated a bit. Every time she wanted to grab something, she'd skip it and move onto the next one. By the near end her only options were a bagel or some sort of goop that was bubbling. She grabbed the bagel and without checking she grabbed bacon, a piece of raisin toast and a banana.

Within a few minutes she sat down she poked her food, not wanting to eat it. If I eat this, then it's just going to come back up again. Maybe if I talk long enough... Marley Susan Rose? Talk a lot? Impossible. Marley looked up and didn't find Kitty in the room. She'd figure Kitty would have her own limo ride. "Where's Kitty?"

"Um, I didn't invite her." Sugar said. "She's a bitch."

"That's pretty mean, Sugar." Marley said.

"But it's true! She's a bigger bitch that Quinn and Santana put together last year!"

"I don't know who Quinn is!"

"She's was Kitty's mentor during Thanksgiving." Finn commented. "Blonde short girl."

"Having sex with an old skin old enough to be her fifty seventh grandfather." Santana commented sharply. "And frankly, you don't need to be around the bitch. You don't need a bitch in your life."

"Excuse me?" Marley said with an attitude. "I'm surrounded by a lot of you. You, Sugar, Tina, the boys. The only people who haven't pissed me off about anything are Puck, Kurt and this Rachel Berry girl that everyone tells me about. Rachel this, Rachel that!" Marley looked over at Tina and mocked in a Tina voice, "'I knew Rachel Berry! I was friends with Rachel Berry! And you, Marley, are no Rachel Berry!'"

"Excuse me, but I wasn't the one who fainted off the damn stage at Sectionals!" Tina exclaimed. She stood up from her seat. "I wasn't the one who listened to the little bitch in the first place and let my in-secured, self-centered mind get in the way of things!"

"Shut up Tina." Marley said, rapidly getting up and leaving for the coffee stands in the back room.

"Fine, leave us and go vomit in the bathroom—"

"TINA COHEN-CHANG!" Everyone screamed.

On the other side of the room, Marley was pouring herself a large cup of coffee. Pissed off too. Who does Tina think she is? Princess of the damn Glee Club? Let her be that new Rachel crap. I don't give a shit. Oh wait, Blaine is the supposed 'New Rachel.' That's a stupid idea. What is a new Rachel suppose to be? The main star of the damn show? No, no thanks.

Wow... I sound like a bitch myself. I need to calm down...maybe...I should get something to eat before I kill Santana.

Marley paid for her meal and went back to the table, feeling Tina's intense eyes watching her. Marley picked her plate up and walked over to the opposite side of the room and down near the back where the bathrooms were. Far, far from Tina Cohen Chang. Marley felt at peace for herself for a while until she saw Ryder get up with his plate and walk to her. He took the seat across from her, smiled at her, before biting into his food.

"You don't have to do this," Marley muttered. "I've been a bitch lately."

"Don't worry about it." Ryder said. He then saw Blaine take the seat next to him. "Hey."

"Hi. Hey, Marley, you okay?" Blaine asked. Marley nodded weekly. "I've known her longer than you, she'll stop bitching in...April. She'll be too pumped for graduation."

Marley gave a small laugh, before deciding to start eating her food. Each bite, though, was disgusting. She wanted to cry.

A while later she began to feel the pain in her stomach again. She excused herself and went to the bathroom. Inside the fancy bathroom she ran to the first free toilet and leaned over, feeling like she was going to get sick. Holding her hair back and held her face over the toilet, inhaling the lemony smell of the clean toilet, and waited. Nothing. Good, right?

She held her head up and sighed. "What's the hell is wrong with me?"