Sequel: Who Will Fix Me Now?
Status: Complete :)

We Are an Example of Why Not to Fall in Love

Chapter Sixteen

Rachelle's point of view:

I come up with an idea when I turn back to Oli. I grab my phone and type out a message.

me: hey lets have a friendly chat :)

I hit send and watch him flinch before pulling his phone out. He frowns at the screen before he starts typing.

Oli: Why?

me: my friends suck and I wanna meet new ppl & i already hav ur number so y not txt u


My friends are great.

Oli: Um okay.

me: we r gonna b good friends :) r we friends

Oli: Sure, I don't see why not


We can be friends, but not good friends. I'm actually gonna be a shitty friend.

me: ok good so as ur friend im gonna giv u tips on how to b better for Josh in case i leave him again XD that sound good

Me? Leave Josh again? Bitch, please!

Oli: Why would you help me get your boyfriend to like me?

me: silly boy i said in case i leave him again so how bout it

Oli: Why would you leave him?

me: josh is weird and sometimes i need a break from him u kno

Oli: Oh. Then okay

me: dont b offended by anything i tell u ok cuz im just trying 2 help u

Oli: Okay.

me: good so first of all Josh likes skinny people and ur not exactly skinny so... u might wanna work on dat


I lied. Josh doesn't give a shit about body size, and Oli's actually as skinny as me, but this'll fuck with him a lot, so it’s a great lie for a sadist like me to tell to a sensitive twat like Oli. I look up at him and see him look down at himself, contemplating his weight. I turn back to my phone and see that he's typing.

Oli: I guess you're right. What should I do?

me: wat i did was skip meals & drink water instead and when i did eat i threw it up


I never had any form of eating disorder, so that was obviously a lie.

Oli: Oh.

me: so you gonna do it

Oli: Yeah...

me: ok b careful ok

Oli: Yeah, alright.


Before I can start typing again, he starts to do so.

Oli: Wait, if you’re my friend, then why are you suggesting these things?

What the fuck do I say? Fuck. Just say something or it won’t work anymore…

me: bc im not scared 2 help out a friend in need.

Oli: By suggesting that they starve themselves and puke up whatever enters their stomach?

me: see how many friends i have and how many you have trust me i kno wat im doing :) this new found friendship is never gonna work if u dont trust me

Oli: Alright…

me: bells about 2 ring bye

Oli: Bye


Just as I put my phone away, the bell rings as predicted. Me and my friends get up from the table and I grab onto Josh’s arm.

“Walk me to class, babe?” I smile up at him. He smiles and nods.

“Anything, babe.”

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Oli’s point of view:

Tom follows me into my room when I get home, him closing the door behind him.

"How was your day, Grand Master Syko?" Tom asks me as he sits on the bed next to me. I shrug.

"It was fine," I lie, making sure I don't make eye contact.

"Okay. I'm going to a friend's house until next Tuesday or Wednesday. His parents won't be home and he doesn't wanna be home alone. Will you be okay by yourself or with Alex and Jack?"

"Yeah, you just have fun, alright?"

"Yeah. Uh, im leaving now," Tom says before giving me a quick side hug before leaving the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

Am I really getting too big for Josh?

I get off the bed and stroll to the nearest mirror before pulling my shirt over my head, staring at myself.

I have gotten bigger lately, huh?

I scowl at my reflection.

I can't believe I'm just now noticing this. Fuck. No wonder Josh chose Rachelle over me. I mean, if I was at least bi, I'd choose her over me too. I'm sure anyone would. Oh god, what if I looked like this even when we first started dating? Ew, fuck, how did he even make a whole month and a week being with me? Seriously, I'm a blob of fucking lard in all black.

I sigh and turn from the mirror and pull my shirt back on. Thank god Rachelle told me how fat I really am. She's brave enough to actually tell me these things and help me out. I guess we are gonna be good friends...
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