Sandy handed me the toothbrush. Today I’m going first. Afterall, I was the one who brought out the Cheese Nips and Oreos. I got to be the one to bring them all back up again. Up my stomach and out my mouth. Mhh, yummy.
Sandy’s toe tapped impatiently and I sighed.
“Hold up, fat ass,” I threatened, “love takes time. And so does beauty.”
“No it doesn’t thunder thighs,” she sneered.
I sighed and then did the little ritual. The gagging was the worst part for me.
Sandy didn’t even blink. I watched as her body heaved up what little she had eaten today. Honestly, we were looking a little pudgy this week. We each bent over and had an almost roll covering our slim hips!
We washed up, fluffled our hair, and smacked on some lip gloss. Sandy handed me a mint, “You smell like a whore.”
“Thanks, love,” I smirked and strutted clumsily out of the bathroom, smoothing out my new dress.
And on we partied.
I mean, what? Did you actually expect us to be doing homework and going to sleep early?
We’re not good girls.