Throwing up for the past couple of days have been hell. I stopped eating completely and I still somehow throw up. I ignored calls and texts from Christian. I don't want to talk to him until I understand what's going on. I keep pushing away the way the real reasoning with excuses.
"Hey, Sam." Marcus smiled as he sat next to me at lunch. I lifted my head.
"Hey." He didn't have a tray or anything, so it was obvious his main goal was to talk to me.
"You want to go out for lunch?" My stomach growled at the offering, but the cafeteria was too loud for him to hear. I nodded and stood. Marcus hasn't tried anything after he tried to hug me. He smiled and stood walking out of the cafeteria with me close behind. We got to his van and I wearily stepped up to the door. He opened the passenger door a
