MICHELLE'S POV

I woke with a start. It was six in the morning, but I couldn't possibly fall back to sleep. I tried to shake of the dream, but it seemed so real… so vivid. I got out if bed and took a shower. I put on another dress because my jeans didn't fit my anymore. Luckily. I turned on the Television and started doing some crunches. About two hours later, my dad came downstairs.

"How are you awake so early? Don't teenagers usually sleep in until 1?" he joked.

"I guess I'm special," I grinned.

I stood up and made him some toast. My dad could cook, he used to be a great cook, but he was so busy all the time so I thought I'd take something off his hands. I set his breakfast down in front of him.

"We're going to Charlie's again today," dad said.

"Okay," I hoped Edward wouldn't be there.

I went to my room before my dad could ask me if I had eaten anything. I picked up Pride and Prejudice, settling on my bed and not planning to move for a very long time. Three hours later, there was a knock on my door.

"Time to go Michelle," dad said.

"Kay," I mumbled, slipping on my shoes.

"Hey Bella, Edward," I greeted.

"Hey Michelle," they said in unison, wow they were close.

I sat across from them like I had last time and our dads went into the living room to watch the game.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Bella asked me, getting herself a pop tart.

"No thanks," I answered, looking down.

"Are you sure?" Edward asked this time, he definitely knew something.

"Yeah Edward, I'm sure," I said firmly.

He studied me for a minute and the dropped his gaze. Bella sat down next to Edward and ate her pop tart. The phone rang and Bella jumped up to get it.

"Hello? Jacob!" she cried.

I saw Edward tense, but a look from Bella and he relaxed. She walked out of the room with her phone. Edward and I were left in uncomfortable silence.

"Do you go to school in Forks?" I asked him.

"Yes," he answered, "With Bella and my family."

"Cool," I said because I didn't know what else to say.

"My father is a doctor. He works at a hospital here," Edward informed me.

I didn't know where he was getting at, "Cool, my dad's a cop."

"He, my father, might know what you're going through. He works with a lot of people with eating dis-"

"Edward," sang Bella, coming in. I could hug her.

"Bella," sighed Edward, looking away from me.

I sighed in relief and stood up.

"Daddy, I have a headache, can you take me home?" I muttered to him.

"Sure baby," he said kindly, "I'll be right back Charlie."

I held my breath until we got home, praying that Edward wouldn't say anything to my dad. He started coughing in the front seat.

"You alright dad?" I asked.

"Yeah, just allergies," he mumbled.

"I'll see you later, love you" I said, hopping out of the car.

"Love you, too."

I was freaking out. Nobody could know. I paced back and forth, waiting for my dad to get back. Maybe Edward wouldn't say anything about it. I couldn't stand the anticipation any more. I grabbed the bag of Doritos from the pantry and shoved one in my mouth. I felt better instantly. I almost finished the whole bag, but I managed to stop myself. They were so amazing. I sighed when I was finished, but ran to the bathroom.

I felt scared. Scared that my dad would find out. Scared that my friends would find out. The doorbell rang. I brushed my teeth and ran to answer it. It was Paul.

"Are you alright?" he asked quickly.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I assured him.

"Why are you scared?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I could feel… just tell me why you were scared," he was fuming.

"I wasn't, Paul," I said, raising my voice a little.

"Don't lie to me!" he growled.

"I was scared because uh… I…"

"Stop trying to think of an excuse and tell me the truth!" he yelled.

"What's the matter with you? I'll tell you why I'm scared. I'm scared because you're having a spaz attack on my porch because you assumed I was scared. So take a chill pill!" I yelled back, I could have a temper when I wanted, too.

He looked at me for a minute, "Did you just tell me to take a chill pill?" he was laughing now.

"Yes!" I growled and shut the door in his face.

"Wait a second," I heard him say outside.

I started walking to me room, but he burst through the door.

"Come on, don't close the door in my face," he pleaded.

"Then don't laugh at me!"

"I'm sorry Michelle, I just… it was funny," he mumbled.

I threw my hands in the air and marched to my room, hoping he would just leave. But of course, he didn't.

"Come back Michelle!" he followed me into my room and nearly tripped.

"What the hell?" he asked, looking down, "Who the hell keeps a scale in the middle of their bedroom!"

I glared at him, "I do!"

He put his hands up in defense. He'd never seen me like this. I got really moody after I binged.

"Sorry. It just caught me by surprise," he said, "I don't like almost tripping."

I think it was supposed to be funny, but I wasn't in the mood to laugh. He was just making me madder.

"Paul, just…" I trailed off.

"Please don't tell me to go. I really wanted to see you," he pleaded.

"Fine," I said, crossing my arms.

"So this is your room?" he looked around.

"Yep," I said.

He looked at all the picture on my dresser. Most were pictures of my family.

"Is that you mom?" he asked softly, pointing to a picture.

I nodded.

"She looks like you," he noted.

"She was taller," I muttered.

"That's alright. At least you're not a giant like me," he joked.

I half smiled.

"Is that you when you were young?" he asked, pointing to the picture of me on my full length mirror.

I nodded, frowning. I hated that picture of myself. That's why it was on my mirror.

"You were so-"

"Fat. I know," I cut him off.

He turned around and looked at me, confusion on his face, "I was going to say adorable."

"Cut the crap Paul. I know what you were going to say," I mumbled angrily.

"No I'm serious. You weren't fat," he said quickly.

I rolled my eyes, "Don't lie to me."

"I wasn't-"

"You're such a hippocrit! You get pissed because I lied to you, but now you're lying right to my face!"

"Michelle! Stop throwing a fit!" he yelled.

"Just leave," I whispered.

Hurt spread across his face, but he did as I asked. I punched the wall. Everything was going wrong today! I stormed to the pantry, not caring that Paul had stupidly left the front door open, and grabbed seventeen Reese's peanut butter cups. I shoved them into my mouth, enjoying the chocolate peanut butter goodness. I swallowed and walked back to the bathroom. My phone buzzed, but I ignored it. I kneeled over the toilet and stuck my fingers down my throat.

"MICHELLE!"