Friday, September 23

This morning was really cold because I took a shower. I don't like morning showers because I'll get all sweaty and grimy later and have to take another one. That and it makes my hair look a little weird because it's all smooth from being damp. This point was proven further by the stares I was getting on the bus. Along with Cardin and his lackeys poor attempt to hide their snickering. Jaune said it looked good, so it's okay.

Before English started this morning, I told Yang what my theory was. She looked like she wanted to throw up! Then Yang got this really guilty look.

I'm not completely surprised.

Back at Signal, our middle school, Yang was teased relentlessly because she developed earlier than most of the other girls. She pretended to ignore it but was really hurt by it. Then people started to tease me and that must've struck one of Yang's nerves. She was suspended for nearly two weeks because she almost broke three guys' noses. Lucky for her, dad wasn't really mad and signed her up for kickboxing. Ever since then, she's been the Yang everyone knows and loves.

Yang told me not leave Weiss alone, no matter what.

Before US History, I told Jaune about what could be wrong with Weiss. He went so pale, I thought he created a new shade of white. Jaune surprisingly was understanding. He explained one of his sisters suffered it too at one point. I guess when you have seven sisters, you've pretty much seen it all (I can't imagine having that many sisters. I can barely handle Yang!).

When I saw Pyrrha at break, I quickly briefed her on my theory — just in case she was meeting up with Weiss. She looked pretty befuddled but very worried. She said that she had a feeling that's what was going on. According to Pyrrha, Weiss may have been doing this since summer!

Weiss completely ignored me during Algebra and at lunch. She really doesn't know that I know what she knows.

So I followed Weiss after school, like I planned to. I was getting my bag from my locker, and then I saw Weiss heading for the back of the school. Her bag looked really stuffed. I knew what I was getting myself into, but I couldn't leave her alone like that. I followed her and slowed my walking after hearing a crinkling sound. Quietly, I peeked from behind the dumpsters.

I saw Weiss stuffing her face with a bunch of junk food.

I knew it. The secret snack run and her small lunches. That vomiting and crying I heard in the restroom yesterday. It all added up.

Weiss must've sensed someone was nearby because she looked up and saw me. She froze, half-eaten ice cream sandwich forgotten in her hand. Her expression went from shock to being horrified to complete anger.

"Go away!" She shouted, standing up and threw an empty Pringles can at me. She missed, but it didn't stop her. "You don't know me! You should've just left me alone! I don't have a problem! I can stop anytime I want to! It's not dangerous! You don't know what I'm going through! You're the freak! You're a dunce! A child, even! You're…you're…you're…!"

Weiss stopped throwing empty containers at me and fell to her knees. I knelt down in front of her, and asked, "Are you really okay?"

She looked at me for a split second and started bawling. That made me a little bit scared and uncomfortable. I've never had to comfort someone crying before. Gingerly, I pulled her into a hug and gave a few good pats to the back. She continued crying into my hoodie for a several minutes (pretty sure there's snot on my hoodie now, but whatever). We sat down on the back steps of the gym and Weiss laid her head on my shoulder as she calmed down. Then she started explaining her situation.

"My father's very strict and expects me to be perfect at everything. I have a fixed curfew, so hanging out with anyone is out of the question. Everyday, I'm busy with singing and fencing practice or studying after school. If I so much as fail one subject or slack off, he'll send me straight to Atlas' Military School. No one ever saw a girl who was scared…or lonely. I can't even tell Pyrrha and I've known her since last year. And the rumors about me doesn't make it any better. I push people away because they're only after my family name or because of my appearance or skills…or because I didn't want to them get hurt because of me. No one wants to be friends with the real me."

Weiss started bawling again and pulled me into a hug. She cried for about five minutes and calmed down again.

"Can you give me your Scroll?" I asked her. She looked at me totally confused, but did what I asked. I put in my Scroll number and sent a text, just to be sure, and handed it back. "There! Now I'm your friend, whether you want me to or not. Not even your dad has a say in it. Anytime you're feeling depressed, scared, or even angry — text me and we'll talk. All night if you want. And to be honest, I'd rather have you yell and be snarky at me than you even thinking about eating another Rice Krispy."

"Dolt…" She muttered as she pulled out her handkerchief to blow her nose.

"Hey, you're frowning right now, but look at the text I sent you!"

She raised an eyebrow at me but looked at her Scroll. Instead of a text, I sent her a video.

Last year, around Halloween, I put Zwei in a Batman costume. He was so excited that he started riding around on the roomba we have. At the time, Uncle Qrow was nursing a hangover at the dining room table and thought he was hallucinating. I was lucky enough to have been recording and made a few edits. I cancelled out noise of the roomba and replaced it with the sixties theme song of Batman. So anytime Zwei was going through the dining room and exited, Uncle Qrow would wake up, for a split second, to look around before going back to sleep.

And Zwei and I got away with it.

Weiss was in tears laughing at how silly the whole thing was. She adored Zwei. She thought he was the cutest thing ever! And as a bonus, I told her about my secret, one time, modeling gig.

Weiss didn't believe me until I showed her my manicure. She went ballistic. Weiss said she adores and follows Coco's blog and will keep her eyes peeled when the article gets posted. I'm so embarrassed…

Then, in all that confusion, I realized I was going to miss the bus ride home. So me and Weiss said our goodbyes (she's chauffeured to school anyway), and after saying I would call her later to make sure she was okay, I took off.

When I reached the bus, I was sweaty and had a red face, but that didn't matter. I helped Weiss and became her friend. I was proud of myself.

Jaune looked at me from behind my bus seat and Pyrrha glanced at me from upfront. Both of them anticipated my answer. I flashed a quick smile and did a thumbs up. They breathed in relief and Jaune ruffled my hair. I'm gonna tell Yang when she gets home.

Bulimia is so gross! I never thought, in a million years, I'd actually had to deal with someone bulimic. But after all those images and short videos I saw in Health class (I thought was gonna puke! I swear almost did!), there's no way I'm letting Weiss continue on like that.

Whew… I declared this case closed!

Maybe I'll invite Weiss to sit with me, and Jaune, at lunch on Monday.

Welp! Time for homework! (Mentally groaning…TGIF...)