Ice Queen

Chapter 53 ~ "The floor is yours"

Sasha

I run as fast as I can down the hallway, feeling tears sting my eyes. I go into the first bathroom I see and the second I walk in, everyone leaves. I just felt so lonely, I had Nate but my happiness was totally crushed. This was going to be a hard week.

I stand at the sink and start wiping the pudding off, trying to keep my crying under control. Why did everyone turn on me this fast? I used to think the low point of my life was getting ice thrown at me. Now it was seriously having someone dump pudding all over my desk and flick it in my face. Having teachers harass me about a fake eating disorder. And it was all thanks to Sabrina Carmichael.

I knew she was doing this to teach Nate a lesson. Not even me, she just hurt me because she knew it would hurt him more. What bothered me was I knew she didn't even love him or care about him, she was just mad that she wasn't getting her way.

No matter what I wouldn't give-in to her, she'd have to do worse than some teasing. I knew what my mom and dad were working on and I think I'd be terrified if I was on the other end of that. Dad was treating this like she'd attempted to murder me and we all had a nice chat about it in family therapy.

Despite the circumstances, dad was taking an interest in me. He really seemed to care about this and for the first time, it felt like he really cared about me.

I wipe away the rest of the pudding and then get some of the paper towel damp to clean the rest of the pudding out of my hair. I sniffle and take some deep breaths, looking at my reflexion. Was I too skinny? How heavy was a girl my age supposed to be? Something told me I was too small from a medical perspective. If I could gain a few healthy pounds maybe you wouldn't be able to see my shoulder blades or my eyes wouldn't look sunken-in. 

But how could I gain weight when I hated food? When all of it made me sick? Not eating enough on top of being this physically active exhausted me. But greasy meals or eating too much just made me feel awful. I couldn't function.

Maybe I just couldn't do anything about it. My mom always had a small frame and both of my parents were incredibly fit. I go over that list in my head, skinny? Sure, but who cares. Socially-awkward? Not really I had an alright group of friends. Flat-chested? Maybe, depending on how you looked at it. Virgin?......Not anymore. Daddy issues? Not in the traditional sense and my family was working on all of our problems.

I might be skinny but I'm not built like an eight-year-old, I know that. I'm older now......and I'm pretty. It seemed conceited to say it to myself but my therapist recommended it, and it did make me feel better about myself.

"Sasha?" I hear someone call into the bathroom and I sigh, knowing it was Nate.

"In here!" I call back, throwing away the dirty paper towels and getting out my make-up bag.

"Are you okay?" He asks and I nod.

"Yeah, just finished getting the pudding out of my hair." I say quietly and start to fix my concealer.

"Miles got detention for a week." He says quietly and I nod.

"Good, he deserves it." I mumble. "That pudding got everywhere."  

"I'm sorry about all of this." He says quietly, wrapping his arms around me and I sigh, enjoying the way they feel.

"I'm just tired of thinking about it." I whine and he nods. "It's not wonderful to have people heckle me about it, but it's tolerable when I don't have someone dumping food on me."

"Miles is an asshole." He says quietly and I nod.

"How do people do that?" I ask. "Like wake up in the morning and say 'today I'm going to do this'. It's just hateful."