I look up from my phone just in time to see Charlotte walking into the school. Her hands were on her backpack's straps and her head was down.

"Char," I yell her name.

She looks up instantly, looking a bit startled. She sees me, smiles, and walks to me.

"Hey Hen," She greets me. She leans against the locker beside mine and yawns. She closes her eyes and puts her head on it.

I smile and laugh a little. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

With her eyes still closed, she shakes her head. "No, I was up most of the night."

I grab my English binder and shut my locker. "What were you doing?"

There was an electronic ding. We check our phones. It was Charlotte's phone.

"Uh," While looking at her screen, Charlotte walks pass me to her locker. I follow her. "I was talking to someone."

She types on the phone then puts it in her pocket.

She opens the locker, looking for her English binder.

"Ooo," I say smiling and poking her right arm. "Was it a boy?"

Charlotte smiles, something in my chest warms up, and shakes her head. "No. It was not a boy."

We turn to walk to our first block's room.

"Oh," I nod. "Charlotte, I never knew you like girls like that. Why didn't you just tell me?"

Charlotte looks up at me and gasps. She shoves me. "Henry, it was not a romantic conversation I was having!"

I laugh and fall back into sync with her. "I'm only kidding, Char."

She rolls her eyes and looks forward.

I nudge her a little with my elbow. "Really, though. Who were you talking to?"

She shrugs. "It doesn't matter." She passes and walks ahead into the classroom.

I stand there for a second and think.

What if she was speaking to a boy?

What if it's a boy she possibly likes?

What if-Henry, stop! You'll just make yourself mad if you think about this too much.

Do you ever find yourself suddenly noticing things about people and you can't just stop noticing it because it's all you think about now?

I look at Charlotte, who was on her phone, not eating her food, and not participating in conversation. Every few seconds she'd look from her phone, move the food around with her fork, and then bring the hand back to the phone. Is she talking to the person she was talking to last night? How did she meet this person?

"Are you going to eat that?" Jasper asks pointing to Charlotte's lunch tray.

She finally looks from her phone to the tray. She frantically looks at everything before answering. She seems to calm and looks at Jasper.

"No, you can have it all."

"Woo!" Jasper celebrates, pulling the tray closer to him.

"Charlotte," She looks at me. "Are you okay?"

She nods. "Yeah, I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be okay?"

I nod towards the lunch tray. "Well you didn't eat anything."

"I'm just not hungry." She shrugs and returns to her phone.

Huh.

"Charlotte, why is your phone continuously buzzing?" Ray asks. He was sitting at the round table playing a board game with me.

It's true for the pass five minutes; Charlotte's phone has been buzzing and buzzing and buzzing.

"Sorry," She says picking the phone up. She types a few things. Then she gasps.

Ray and I stand up and walk towards her.

"Did something pop up?" Ray asks quickly. "Is someone running wild among the streets?"

He is getting restless. He really needs some super hero action.

"N-no," Charlotte pushes herself away from the computer table and stands up.

"Hey, where are you going?" I ask her.

"G-going to the restr-room," Her voice was shaking.

Why was her voice shaking?

"Is she crying?" Ray asks looking in the direction that she walked in.

"M-maybe," I cross my arms and scrunch my eyebrows.

Why would she be crying? Is someone making her cry? Who would try to hurt Charlotte?

I knock on the bathroom's door.

"Char," I try to make my voice quiet but loud enough to hear. "Char, are you okay?"

I hear a sniffle. "I'm okay, Henry."

"You don't sound okay."

She doesn't say anything. The only response is her sniffles.

"Charlotte, tell me what's wrong and I can fix it."

She chuckles a little. "Henry, you can't fix everything."

"Well instead do you want to watch Hairspray?" I ask. "I'll even sing the songs with you."

"Yeah," She says.

I hear her move to the door and take a deep breath in. She opens it and looks at me. She smiles.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

I lower my head a bit to keep eye contact. Her eyes were red.

She nods. "Let's go watch the movie."

She walks by and I follow her.

"Why do you have red stuff on your lips, Charlotte?" Jasper asks.

We were standing at my locker. Jasper and Charlotte were waiting for me to put my stuff in it. I look over. Charlotte does have red bits of stuff on her lips.

"Yeah, what is that?" I ask.

"What?" She wipes her hand across her lips and then looks at it. "Oh, that's my nail polish."

"How did it get on your lips?" Jasper asks.

She looks at her hand, her finger nails. "I was biting on my nails."

"That's gross, Charlotte. You shouldn't do that." Jasper says in a disgusted tone.

Charlotte rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. "Says the boy that still picks his nose and eats it!"

Jasper puts his finger up. "No! That was one time and one time only."

"I saw you do that twice this week already, nasty boy!"

"Okay, guys, let's stop talking about our disgusting habits and go get some lunch." I say putting my hands up and looking at both of my friends.

"Fine," Jasper says as he begins walking. "But Charlotte is still gross."

Charlotte rolls her eyes and starts walking away. "I'm going to the restroom. I'll be out there in a second."

I nod at her and catch up to Jasper.

"Hey Jasp,"

"What?"

"Have you been noticing anything strange going on with Charlotte lately?"

Jasper thinks for a second. "Sure, I guess. But Charlotte is just a strange girl, too."

"Well you have all your classes with her, so you'd know more."

"Well she has been biting her fingers nails a lot, and I've been teasing her about it." He shrugs. "Maybe the school nerves are just getting to her."

"Maybe,"

Charlotte and I are sitting at the round table in the Man Cave doing homework.

I pick my phone up to look at the time. 6:15. I guess I won't make it in time for dinner.

I lean back. "I'm hungry."

Ray turns around in the chair at the computer desk. "Me too," He stands up and walks to the food creator. "What do you want, Henry?"

"Something with noodles," I say turning and putting my chin on the back of the couch thing.

"Okay," Ray says. He says something into the microphone and a noodle dish pops out. "Charlotte, what do you want?"

"I'm not hungry." She says continuing to write on her paper.

I turn back to her with a look of disbelieve. "That's a lie."

She looks up at me, confused. "What?"

"You have to be hungry. You didn't eat lunch today. You didn't eat breakfast either. I'm pretty sure you didn't eat dinner either last night."

"You don't know that."

"Did you?" I raise my eyebrows and my voice.

She stares into my eyes with such strong power. But it softens. "No, I did not."

"What are you trying to do to yourself?" I ask her completely turning around to face her. I couldn't help that my voice was getting louder and angrier.

"Nothing," Her voice was beginning to sound venomous.

"So by not eating, you are doing nothing to your body. Charlotte, you're basically starving yourself."

"No, I am not!"

"Yes, you are. Why can't you just eat?!"

"I don't want to!"

"That's not a good enough answer!"

"Well I shouldn't have to answer to you anyway!"

"Woah, woah," Ray walks up to the couch with his hands up. "Let's come down and breathe for a second."

I look away from Charlotte to the table. I didn't mean to get angry with her. But why wouldn't she just eat? Wait, what if-

"I'm going home."

Charlotte stands up, picking her book up, and taking her bag to the elevator.

"Now Charlotte, wait, let's talk about this." Ray says.

She turns around. "I don't want to talk about this. There is nothing to talk about." And then she's gone.

I sit there for a couple seconds, not really thinking about anything.

"R-Ray, do you think she is actually starving herself?" I ask while looking towards him.

"I don't know, Henry." He says.

"Why would she do that?" I ask standing and getting my food.

Ray orders himself something. We sit at the round table.

"Maybe to lose weight," Ray was looking at the table mostly.

"Why?" I fork the noodles up. "She's already so small. If she lost weight she'd be a walking skeleton, she probably couldn't even stand up."

"Maybe she doesn't see it that way,"

"Well why would she suddenly change the way she thinks about herself?"

"Someone made her." He puts a piece of broccoli in his mouth.

"By bullying her?"

He nods.

"If she was being bullied, she'd come to me." I pause for a second to put food in my mouth. "Right?"

Ray shrugs. "Maybe she's embarrassed, maybe she's thinks what they say is true."

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