There's a thin line between love and hate.

Tiffany.

The feel of someone, rubbing my sides up and down slowly brought me out of my slumber. I groaned and turned slightly to see Theodore leaning over me, staring at me intently. He smelt nice but felt damp. I rubbed my eyes and looked at him again to see he only had a towel around his waist. I turned around and yawned, covering my mouth.

“What time is it?” I croaked.

“Seven.”

I sighed and groaned again before lazily sitting up and staring at him.

“Morning.” He said.

“Morning,” I replied rubbing my nose. “I need to wee.” I added getting out of the bed and walking to the bathroom.

“That’s a dangerous wedgie though.” I heard Theodore say before laughing. I laughed embarrassed and stuck my middle finger up at him before pulling it out. I got into the bathroom and immediately washed my face and rinsed my mouth before running the shower.

I walked back into the room to see Theodore creaming and quickly looked away before I lost full control. Why was his towel slung so low around his hips though? As I pulled my toothbrush out of my bag I decided that he was doing it on purpose. I stole another glance before I walked out and nearly collapsed right there and then when my pupils met his V line.

I grabbed a towel from his closet and walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind me. Taking a deep breath, I tried to regain some composure. What was this boy doing to me?

I sighed and stripped out of my clothes before stepping to the bath and allowing the water to run over me. I didn’t stay in the shower long as I knew we had to leave early in order for Theodore to be at his college on time.  I quickly dried with his towel before wrapping it around my whole body and brushed my teeth and used his Listerine mouth wash. Gathering all my dirty clothes in my hand, I walked out of his bathroom and ran straight into his room to avoid seeing anyone.

He was lying back on his bed on his iPhone in a black t-shirt and grey jogging bottoms. I took out my clothes for today before stuffing my dirty clothes in the bag. Walking over to his bed, I took a seat next to him and grabbed his cream before squeezing some into my palm and creaming my arms, face and legs and then turned sideways to cream my torso before getting dressed in my skinny jeans and SuperDry hoodie.

“You hungry?” I turned to look at him and found his arms behind his head staring at me; his iPhone lying on the bed.

Yes. “Nah I’m alright.” I said pulling on my socks.

“Alright, cereal or toast?” he asked as he sat up and stretched.

“I said I’m not hungry.”

“Cereal or toast?” he repeated.

I sighed and looked away. “Frosties will do.” I forgot this guy could read me like a book. He nodded and started for the door.

“Stop starving yourself. Remember what I warned you before.” He said sternly before he walked out and gently shut the door behind him.

I swallowed as his words rang through my head,

 ‘If anything happens to this baby, I will destroy you’

Standing up, I walked over to his mirror and grabbed a brush from his shelf and brushed my hair into a bun at the top of my head. I tried to catch the short hairs that fell on my neck but they just kept coming back down so I eventually gave up and moved on to make up. I applied my mascara and eyeliner and tinted my eyebrows before adding a light touch of blusher and contouring my cheeks and nose. When I was satisfied, I couldn’t help but compare myself to this Fola girl. I didn’t normally wear this much make to college, so why was I dollying myself up?

Because you’re jealous.

I ignored the little voice in my head and just stared at myself.

She was really stressing me out. What did he see in her? What happened when they disappeared from the garden? Did he sleep with her? All these questions were running through my mind.

I closed my eyes and held my head as I felt a slight headache coming on. My throat started to burn and my tummy felt off. I walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet cover clutching my head and stomach. This feeling was horrible, I felt like I was going to collapse. I started panicking when I realised it was probably due to lack of food. I really should have had more than a lemon and tea last night.

Something in my tummy wasn’t right. I grabbed my toothbrush and stuck the end bit down my throat until I threw up down toilet. The weird feeling in my stomach reduced the more I vomited which caused me to throw up more. Once I was done I rinsed out my mouth with his mouthwash four times before turning around. I jumped slightly when I saw him leaning there watching me.