Nikki's Pov.;

Unfortunately, I had little of time yesterday, and the day before that and..., so…i couldn't write in my diary. Four days have passed since I met Brandon in the school that early morning. And I am somehow curious about him...

Okay, I am freaked out! Something is going on with Brandon, and I must know what! What is he hiding?

Today we were in biology class and I smelled...chlorine! Yes, I smelled right! His body, but I think his hands mostly, were having this strong smell. I wanted to ask him what was going between the cleaning product and him, but I dropped my question.

But it wasn't over! When we were having lunch I saw him eating nothing at all again! To be precise, I think that at the previous days too he wasn't eating lunch, but I missed the thought. And no, I am sure he isn't on I diet or something! Maybe...he got tired of the food here, and I completely get it. The food here is worse that the one that eat pigs! It shouldn't even be called "food"!"

Anyway, I watched Brandon not eating a thing again, but I swear to god that I saw him drooling watching the food around him the students had. I knew that Brandon had some very small economic problems, but...the simplest food here costs 2 dollars! Something was up with him.

After the school ended, I remembered that I forgot my history book in my locker. I went to get it, and suddenly I heard some noise from the cafeteria which was close by. I thought that it was the janitor, but my stupid curiosity led me to the cafeteria's doors.

Then it was when I gasped. Fortunately, in my mind. I felt like the book was going to fall from my grip. Inside the cafeteria was Brandon, and he held a lunch disk. Then he went over to the nearest trash can, and Oh, I didn't believe it in my eyes, he started delving into the trash, and then he took out a half-eaten burger, a pack of little fries and an almost empty can of juice.

I continued watching him (well hidden) sitting on a table and OMG

HE WAS EATING THE TRASH!

By the looks of it, he didn't like it either, but he tried to endure it. When he finished the….meal….i heard footsteps approaching. I looked at the other side and saw Mr. Winston, our principal! I set out my ear to hear their conversation.

"Hello Brandon. Eaten well?" the principal asked.

"Yeah, very good! Nothing better than junk food, literally junk food!" Brandon said sarcastically.

"You know pretty well that you don't have money to buy your food at the lunch break, right?"

"No, I have them...I just...use them for another reason." Brandon said.

"Let me guess, it is for that girl again?"

Wait. Now my heart burned like fire. Girl? What girl?!

"Yes, for her." Brandon said.

"I don't get you teens. You do some idiotic things for the love...so, that girl is the reason again you eat trash and do chores after school?" the principal asked. NO WAY! I COULDN'T BELIEVE IN MY EARS! WHAT BRANDON DID!?

"yes, she is the reason I do all this! You know it too, right? That for me to stay here this is necessary?" Brandon asked.

The principal smiled. "Yes, I get it. So make your words action. If you don't make it in time you won't have time to do your homework." he said and left.

"With that list of chores you clutter me up, of course I don't have." Brandon murmured angry. Then grabbed a mop and started cleaning the cafeteria floor.

Okay. Now I think I had my answers. Or maybe I saw and heard more things than necessary. I quickly got out of my spot and run out from school.

I couldn't do my homework because of my thoughts of Brandon. I didn't understand, what secrets his life had?

1. What happened to his parents?

is that girl he and the principal were talking about?

3. Why he does those chores after school?

I don't know him at all. I had to do something, anything. But for that, I needed to know his secrets. That was it. I only want his good, and I will help him. I grabbed my phone and texted.

Hey Brandon. Want to hang out at the library at the lunch time tomorrow? It is serious. We have to give some explainations to the each other. Tell our secrets. Please come.

Send. If Brandon wants to open his heart to me, he will come. Hopefully.