Stick Your Fingers Down Your Throat

A Chapter by ShootingMyStar

Tessa

I had just gotten done with taking an Algebra II test that I totally failed. All I could think about was the nauseating food that was churning my stomach. I shot my hand up waiting for my math teacher to turn to me.

"Tessa, yes ma'am?" Miss Huggins asked me from behind her dark wooden desk. "Are you okay?" I shook my head and dramatically put my hand over my mouth and arched my back forward. "Okay Tess, you can be excused." I got up from my seat and walked out of the classroom. I was almost close to the bathroom when I saw a figure with black-shaggy hair and a smirk plastered on his face, a blond was at his side with his arm around her tiny waist. I wish I had a tiny figure like her. I thought bitterly.

"Hey Tessa," Adam casually waved, pulling the blond closer to him.

"Uh, hey Adam?" I asked confused.

"See Tessa, this is the figure you need. You look monstrous now." Adam smirked, flipping his hair occasionally to the side.

I rolled my eyes and kept walking silently thinking, I hope you know what I do in the bathroom and I hope you rot in hell.

"Where you going Tessa? To the vending machines to get some more food?" I gritted my teeth and kept walking.

As I reached the bathroom, I squatted down to a position of a duck and moved along checking underneath all the stalls to make sure no one was in there to witness my heinous crime I was about to commit. I went to the last stall and locked the door, then turned towards the toilet and dropped down to my knees again.

I stared down at the toilet, the water so clear and slightly moving from the air conditioner vent that was on the ceiling a few stalls down.

I cleared my throat and pressed my index finger and middle finger together, shakily raising it to my open mouth and stuck it to the back. My stomach felt like it was bubbling and I could feel the acid rise.

I started hacking and pressed my palms on the porcelain seat and leaned forward throwing up the eggs Benedict, bacon, and sausages along with orange juice into the toilet.

I got up, wiped my mouth and flushed the toilet, opening the stall and closing the stall door. I cupped my hands together and put it under the automatic sink and washed my dry and burning mouth.

The blonde petite girl that Adam was boasting about came out of the stall; I whipped my head around and stared in horror. "I wanted to see if you were okay. Adam can be a jerk at times, but he's really sweet. ; I should know, I live with him.” She smiled slightly but it was clear she was curious about me.

"Yeah," I mumbled, staring down at her light pink pumps, "I'm alright."

"Are you sure? I heard you throwing up; I can take you to the nurse if you want. It's really no problem for me and on the way back we can stop at the vending machines and get some foo-"

"No!" I exclaimed, she stared at me wide-eyed and I continued, "I'm really not hungry. I don't usually eat breakfast or lunch. I eat a big dinner."

She looked at me suspiciously and her eyes trailed my arms, "Yeah okay..."

"Good, it's nice meeting you uh?" I asked hinting to her, that I don't know her name.

"Erin." She smiled. "And you?"

"Tessa." I replied.

"Oh!" She smiled even wider, "Tessa, pretty name for a gorgeous girl!" She reached forward and wrapped her arms around me, giving me a hug. "I'll see you around and like I said, don't let Adam get to you."

I nodded and threw the paper napkin in the trash bin opening the door and walking back to my Algebra II class. Why is a popular girl being nice? I thought curiously and yanked open the door to my class and walking in for the remainder of the class.