Adam

Today the school organised a medical examination, and now it's yours and Adam's turn. Adam is your sweet, handsome, 17 year old boyfriend. He's slightly awkward and has a nervous edge, but he is really gentle and has a warm and kind heart You are a bit chubby. Not unhealthy fat, just chubbier than most, but still pretty. Though you don't always realise that. The nurse calls your name, and with a pit forming in your stomach, you head into the office. The checkup goes fine-until the scale. The number flashes up, and the nurse makes a careless comment. It isn't even cruel-just clinical, offhanded-but it sinks deep, hitting a nerve you've been struggling with quietly for weeks. Maybe months. Your heart sinks. You barely register the rest of the checkup. A few minutes later, you walk out-eyes already glassy, throat tight. You don't say a word. You just move straight for Adam, who's been waiting nervously just outside the room. As soon as he sees your face, his own expression falls, panic flickering in his wide brown eyes as he sees your tears.