TW: eating disorder, stay safe everyone xx

I did not want to go back to school. But last night, the principal called my mom and said if I missed any more school days, I could get kicked out. They care more about the days their students miss school than the ones getting bullied. How thoughtful of them.

"Come get breakfast!" My dad called. I sighed and rubbed my face. The thought of eating made me feel sick. I had no appetite. My parents were beginning to notice, and they were trying their best to make my favorite foods.

No matter how hard I tried, my stomach couldn't take it.

I walked downstairs and nodded at them as a good morning.

My little brother Oliver sat at the counter happily eating his waffles. Thank god he was so oblivious, and he didn't know what was going on. I would never want him to be afraid to go to school; nobody should be.

"Eat up, hun." Jane put a plate of eggs and waffles in front of me. My stomach twisted with nausea as I stared at the plate. I rubbed my throbbing head

No.

No.

No.

No!

"I'm not hungry. I'll eat at lunch, though." I lied.

"You haven't eaten breakfast all week," Julio asked in concern.

Jane sent me an annoyed glance. I know that's her way of showing she was worried. I knew I was stressing them out; that's all I've been doing lately.

"Alright." Jane sighed, giving in. She knew better not to start an argument about this with her 6-year-old son there.

I grabbed my bag and jacket after putting on my shoes. I kissed Oliver's forehead after ruffling his hair and headed out the door. I followed Tori over to the bus.

"I noticed you haven't been eating lately," Tori said as we sat at our usual seats. I looked up at her and sighed.

"I've just been stressed, is all." That was all I could think of to say. I leaned into Tori as she pulled me close; I needed comfort.

"I'm one text away," Tori said again as we walked off the bus. I nodded in response as we went our separate ways.

As I was about to walk into the school building, I yelped as a rugby ball was thrown at the back of my head.

Well, that hurt.

I looked over and saw Harry Greene sitting at the picnic table. He smirked at me as if he was proud of his throw.

I sighed and tried to walk into the building again, but Harry walked over to me.

Oh god.

Harry Greene is one of the most popular rugby guys in school.

"How does it feel to be gay?" Harry taunted.

Wow, what an insult, just asking about my sexuality; how lame.

"Fine," I answered. I did not want to be beaten up again.

"What guy in this school do you find attractive?" Harry hummed teasingly, shoving me a bit.

I just stood there, avoiding eye contact the best I could. Maybe he would leave me alone.

"Nobody," I whispered.

"You probably go home and daydream about kissing one of us." Harry snorted.

This was starting to bug me, I tried to leave, but he gripped my arm.

Ouch.

"I need to go to class," I said in annoyance. I wasn't afraid of Harry since he wasn't as physical as Jackson and Max. But he could still do some damage mentally. I was more annoyed than anything else.

"Oh, so you're a nerd too!" Harry laughed.

I rolled my eyes and yanked my arm back. "I'm probably smarter than you, though."

"Excuse me?" Harry scowled. He tried to punch me, but he was stopped by one of his teammates. A blonde guy, one of the prettiest rugby players I've ever seen, stood there glaring at Harry.

I used this distraction to leave and rushed to class.

I sat down at my usual seat in the back and stared at my lap, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

A rugby guy stood up for me. At least I know one of them is nice. I guess.