How could I resist?

I mulled it over a little in my mind before deciding to go for it. The way I saw it, Gaz would flush and wash her hands to give the impression she had simply used the toilet rather than...well, masturbate with my toothbrush. If I heard the toilet flush, I'd put the book back and she'd be none the wiser.

That decided, I flipped open to a random page. "November XXth 20XX. Dad is kicking me out of the house in a few days! What the fuck am I supposed to do? I don't know the first thing about living on my own! Sure, I'm probably set on cash since Dad never had any concept of what a child's allowance should be, but I still have to talk to people to get things. I've never even talked to someone on the phone before. I never thought of how lost I'd be in that situation before. I just let someone else deal with it."

Huh. That's surprising. I flipped back and found the same entry over and over. Going back to the original page I opened on, I turned the pages a few time. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat...ah! "December XXth 20XX. It's so quiet here. I hate it, but I don't want to go outside. People stare at me. I can feel their eyes on me. Dad will pay for this. There will be a reckoning!"

That was sad at first...and then kind of amusing. It fit her character a lot more than this paranoid socially awkward thing. Still, I had to remind myself that this was a work of fiction. My poor little shortstack. I turned the page to find that this entry too had duplicates. I decided to just skip to the last one.

"December XXth 20XX. I've never been more excited, freaked out, overjoyed, and most of all, fucking horny in all my life. I met a guy at the game store. I could tell at once that he wasn't like the rest. He wasn't staring. He looked me in the eye and gave me a smile that made my stomach do flips. That's when things started going bad. I just got hungry. So VERY hungry. John (that's the guy's name) took me for pizza and I ate nearly two whole extra large pies myself. All that did was make it worse. I was in so much pain. I should have gone to the hospital or something, but I didn't want to leave without knowing where John lived. He took me to his house and then things got weird. I was still in pain but trying to power through it because I wanted to be around John. Fucked up, I know. I was supposed to go to his room to play a video game with him but I got distracted by the laundry room of all places. His clothes smelled so good. When I took deep breaths, it actually dulled the pain. And then I blew John. It fixed everything. The pain went away almost immediately. Hence why I'm freaked the fuck out. He seemed cool about the whole thing though and he wants me to move in with him until I know what's wrong with me. I probably should have found that weird or something, but I was never happier. Packing this all up right now. I might bring some of my 'toys'. I hope that doesn't freak him out."

The handwriting in this entry was more frantic, as if the author was in a hurry. Say, for example, they were packing their bags in order to be somewhere else. I can only assume that this was the only entry she actually wrote herself.

The flush of a toilet snapped me out of my thoughts. I shoved the book back into her bag and zipped it up just as I started hearing the sounds of her boots along the floor. Again, her face was sweaty and her hair matted. I sighed. "Gaz..." I chided. Even if I hadn't spied on her, I could tell she was having another...episode.

Huffing, Gaz crossed her arms. "...okay, I might need your help." I was about to scold her for not telling me and she must have saw it on my face. "It doesn't hurt yet! I...I didn't want to just come back and blow you again like that's all I'm here for." Her expression went from trying to look stubborn to greatly concerned. "...that's not all I'm here for, is it?"

"Of course not, Gaz!" I assured her. She seemed a little relieved by my words, but maybe not entirely convinced. Seeing as how I was sure I'd be...well...giving her a dose very soon, that probably wasn't going to dissuade that idea. "We'll do this however you want."

Her expression changed again. There was a look of excitement again and a little hope. "...you mean that?" ...I suddenly wondered if I should be concerned for my safety.