3 Feelings and Co.

Being a teenager was far from easy and having troubles with her eating habits didn't help. Roseanne couldn't help herself but always make herself vomit from fear of being less than perfect, fear of becoming plump or worse, fat. Others could be fat if they wanted, she, Roseanne Craftford, couldn't afford it. Even her own best friend was such a model, her mother was stylish, what kind of shame would it be, she thought if she grew fat? She needed to discipline herself more, she thought, needed to eat less, or if she ate too much, needed to vomit it all. She really, absolutely, couldn't afford any excess fat in her body!

With thoughts like that, and hiding them really well, no one, not even her best friend, noted her decreasing health. And how could they? Her makeup and her manner of being gave nothing away. With that kind of 'discipline', she more or less stabilized her weight to her desire number. Her beauty, she couldn't help it, but always compared herself to her more famous best friend, a little envious how the others had more ease to talk with her mother than herself who was her own blood and flesh.

Nevertheless, she showed no such fears or insecurities. Instead, she was known as the queen in the high school, the one in command, the one everyone was looking up to as a reference.

Heartaches, during her puberty, had been quite many. The first starting with Eyton, her very first crush.

Roseanne's childish and dreamy future shattered and went to nothingness when she learned that her best friend had slept with her just recently made boyfriend. It was a mistake, had pleaded Pam, asking for forgiveness. Roseanne, herself, had yet to kiss him but her best friend already did the deed. For the first time, the two girls clashed, forgiveness unwilling to be given, she was, unwilling even, to talk to both parties involved, ready to ignore their existence for the rest of her life.

That heartbreak compelled her to eat too much, much more than what she did during her usual anxieties' break. Her eating disorder flaring that much, it couldn't be helped when she gained weight, diminishing her self-esteem and questioning her worth compared to her perfect ex-best friend. She didn't stay depressed long though, instead, Roseanne struggled on her own with her weight, not letting anyone see anything of her insecurities. She was a Craftford after all, she had to be perfect. She was the queen of high school and had a reputation to maintain. No one should catch her anything but confident.

Reagan, on his part, was struggling to shut all these mouths that were ridiculing him and trying to find the one at the source of his troubles. Just who did he offend to have the person instigated others to attack him via his mother's name once more?

"Roseanna Craftford" had answered some of his friends.

The queen liked to be first in anything and for those who weren't looking up to her or weren't her friends, she didn't particularly have a good reputation. Unwilling to let himself be trampled on, Reagan went to find her during a break. They were not in the same class and he didn't particularly know her, nor knew her face for that matter, but she was 'the queen', he just had to ask where she was, to be answered. And indeed, finding her was the least difficult thing to do in school. Surrounded by her minions, here she was, at the cafeteria.

Haughty, spoiled and absolutely disrespectful, she made him understand that she didn't have time to deal with no name people. So what if he was a little bit intelligent, it stated that he wasn't worth her time. Would it be ungentlemanly if he confessed that more than once he thought of throttling the bitch?

Unable to find the one behind the scenes, Reagan, could, for the moment, only swallow his anger and complained to the school, not really putting much hope that they would find the culprit.

The responsible one? It was someone trying to ingratiate himself with the queen. She did know who was behind it but to the person's surprise, instead of being thanked he was being scolded, though, besides that, she made no motion to report the person, and neither did she lift the sole finger to help Reagan who was still being bullied.

The boy, however, needed no one's help anyway. Collecting pieces of evidence of his mistreatment he personally made life heard for those who wouldn't let him in peace and used the school regulations to have the school punish them in his stead.

*

Roseanne, when her mind wasn't on her perfect notes, was on her devastated relationships. She had cried so much at night. Now was the time for payback. Forgive and forget? How could she be willing! She thought, with a little bit of help, she would be able to seduce Eyton back and when he would be deep in love with her, she would dump him. And for her best friend, she would let her taste how bitter it was to lose your boyfriend to someone dear. So, pretending to forgive them, she slowly devised such a plan. Who was supposed to help her? Who else if not the school's notorious playboy, Venezio Altares. The fact that Pam used to crush on him was just all the more satisfactory.

Venezio was a dirty blond hair boy, who liked wearing brand clothes and shoes, pricey watches and way too much gel in his hair. Personally, Roseanne would never fall for someone like that. His ego couldn't grow more and his sense of rightness was quite dubious. To be honest he was quite the opposite from what she liked. Where Eyton was chivalrous this one was screaming danger, keep away. The kind of bad boy her friend liked.

Venezio, although Eyton's friend had no qualm in going with her plan, pretending to use it to kill boredom. They never meet at school though, always after, at a cafe, in his limousine or a private place. Being seeing near this scandalous boy wouldn't be good at all for her own image.

The plan was going well, for a time. Pam had no doubts and Eyton was once more slowly falling for her. Though Venezio was outrageous, his remarks were like no other and since he knew personally that friend of his he was more efficient than any magazine could ever dream to be concerning Eyton's preferences... It was just... Roseanne didn't like the person she was turning out to be. She couldn't bear destroy Pam's shiny eyes, brimming with happiness nor play any more than she already did with Eyton's feelings.

She chickened out... and called everything quit... A little too late though. Venezio had already sent Eyton's and Roseanne's kissing photos to her best friend, suggesting that they did more.

The two girls fell out once again, Eyton, ashamed couldn't believe his ears as the girls argued... As she saw the departing back of her angry friend, Roseanne felt none of the satisfaction she thought she would be filled with there was just tears and hurt and the bitterness that she once again was crossed with someone she considered her sister.

*

That evening she went alone to a relatively isolated cafe and commanded sweets like never before, wolfing the whole thing down to calm herself. At home, she moppingly continued to eat in her bedroom. The very next day, the video of her unsightly eatings were circulating in the campus and a vague of nausea hit her. Running towards the defective toilets at the back of schools that were out of access, she vomited there and spent her whole day uneasy.

Reagan found her there. It was the only place at school where he could be at ease without others troubling his studies deliberately, so he had the habits of being there during breaks when he wouldn't be with his friends. The retching sounds intrigued him and he opened one stall to see her, two fingers in her mouth, retching and trying to vomit all she could.

"You're just damaging your health like that," he told her, making her turned in fright.

The idea of letting her to her own device traversed him, but in the end, he couldn't quite ignore her, and, looking at the glare she was sending his way, he wondered why he even bothered?