It took Lany a moment to get her bearings. The world spun crazily around her as she pushed up to a squatting position. Where was she? Oh, right, the floor. Of her living room. And twenty people from school were staring at her like she had seven eyes.
How'd she get onto the floor? Well, it could have something to do with her leg. That would be what she told people. but that wasn't it. Actually this happened pretty frequently. Lany had been forgetting to eat, "forgetting" being the operational word. She didn't have an eating disorder, she just wasn't hungry. Ever. She literally had to remind herself to eat.
When she stood up, everyone kept staring, but Lany just smiled, a little embarassed, and walked out of the room. Someone followed her, but she didn't pay attention to who. The kitchen was down the hall. She needed to eat something obviously.
On the kitchen counter were a bunch of tiny finger sandwiches. Lany picked one up and munched on it.
"Hey,you okay?" somoene asked from the doorway.
Startled, Lany turned and nodded. She didn't know the guy, but he was kinda cute. Tall, really fit, with blonde-red hair and beautiful blue eyes. Basically, he was the single most attractive guy she'd ever seen. Lany sprung into action.
"I'm fine, thanks. It's just...my leg is, uh..."
"Is that the truth?"
With those intense blue eyes staring through her, Lany had a seriously hard time lying to him. But she had to. Otherwise he'd...
"It's uh...well, it's just been a while since I ate. I'm just hungry, that's all."
Immediately worry filled his eyes, "Oh, okay. WEll, go ahead, eat all you want."
Suddenly, something dawned on Lany. This guy owned this house, he'd thrown the party. That meant....oh God, she was talking to TRent Michaelson.