Chapter Two - Your Eyes Are Very... Green

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After Lloyd tried to convince me to go to therapy with his girlfriend and I refused, he just gave up and dropped the matter.

God, why do I even try? I'm worthless. Everyone is better off without my pathetic excuse for a life.

I sighed and got up from the bed. It's nine in the morning and Saturday, so I wasn't woken up by my alarm.

I walked to the rectangular mirror hanging on my door, and looked into it.

God, I look disgusting. Pale skin, dark rings under my eyes, messy black hair, day-old eyeliner, and dull green eyes. Overall, I looked ugly.

No wonder Jessica dumped me. And I caught her kissing another dude afterwards. She was cheating on me long before I knew, and I could tell that she was lying when she said, 'Nick, I'm sorry!' (A/N: Haha, references.) Yeah, right.

I took off my shirt and stared at my stomach.

Why did I do that?

It's not like I'll magically lose twenty pounds in a week. I'm not fat, I just want to lose fat. My stomach sticks out too much, and my thighs look too big.

I sucked in my gut, enough to visibly see my ribs. I want to be able to see my ribs without having to suck in my gut.

Scale... where the fuck's my scale? Oh, yeah. Under the bed. I pulled it out and stepped on it.

One hundred and twenty-seven fucking pounds.

What the hell?! How can I still be over one-fifteen? How can I even be over one hundred twenty-five? I didn't eat breakfast or lunch all fucking week!

Goddamnit.

I pulled my shirt down and shoved the scale back under the bed.

I randomly grabbed a shirt and jeans and headed to the shower. I think I'm going to spend the entire day at that place in the woods. Not like my parents will notice if I'm gone, considering that they're not even up yet.

I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I turned the shower knob to a tolerable temperature, I took off my clothes, and got in when the water turned warm.

After I was done in the shower, I pulled the curtain back and started to dry off. I put my clothes on, walked out of the bathroom, into my room to get my phone and earbuds, and went to the front door. I put my shoes on, and walked out, putting in the earbuds and blasting music.

When I got to the place, I immediately collapsed onto the fallen tree and slumped over. One of my earbuds fell out, I heard footsteps, and I groaned.

"Lloyd, I swear to fucking God, if you followed me or some shit—"

"Who's Lloyd?" I heard an unfamiliar male voice ask.

I froze. No one ever comes here. This is my place. Lloyd and I are the only ones to ever come here.

I heard the footsteps get closer while my heart beat was increasing.

"Hello?" he asked, but I didn't bother looking at whoever he was.

"You gonna answer my question?" he asked.

"Hi," I mumbled.

"Well, hello to you, too!" he said in a sarcastic voice.

I kept looking at the ground as if it was the most interesting thing ever.

"What's your name?"

I didn't answer.

"Well, okay, then. I'm Johnny. Are you gonna tell me your name, or what?"

"Nick."

"Hi, Nick!"

"Hey," I muttered.

"Whatcha listenin' to?"

"Music."

"Pfft, I got that. What artist?"

"Probably something you wouldn't like."

"As long as it isn't any pop bullshit, I'd probably like it."

"Drugs."

"Is that a song, or do ya do 'em?"

"Band. Destroy Rebuild Until God Shows."

"Oh. Yeah, you don't seem like the type to do drugs. Band sounds cool, though."

"Thanks, I guess."

"Are you gonna stare at the ground all day, or what?" Johnny asked.

I looked up at him, pushing my hair out of my face, and I honestly wasn't expecting him to look the way he did.

He had blonde hair styled in a 'scene' fashion way, blue eyes, an upper lip piercing, and he was wearing a shirt with a band that I hadn't heard of printed on it.

"Your eyes are very... green," he told me.

"Um, okay? Thanks, I guess?"

"Welcome," he smiled.

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I. Am. Done. With. School. For. Eleven. Weeks. :)

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