trigger warning-contains: insults to self, insults to others, eating disorders, suicide, cutting, and depression.

Mykie's POV
I looked into the mirror, disgusted by my image.
My thighs were bigger than my hips, my waist was almost as big as my shoulders and I almost had a permanent double chin.
I turned around and chose my outfit for today.
Sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
Great. I have school.

I walked into the large building full of fake girls and fuckboys.
"Look it's the whale again!" One of the popular boys laughed.
"Look it's the boy with the fake blonde hair!" I said to the boy who insulted me.
"ooooooooh!" People around the halls said.
I walked over to my locker, there were a few words ingraved into it but I think it's better if I don't tell them.
As I unlocked the lock, I took my books out and closed the locker and locked it.

As I sat down at my desk, a boy with long brown hair sat next to me.
"I'd suggest that you'd change place, I'm not the best person to sit next to here." I told the boy.
"I'm okay here. Thank you. I'm Ashton" he said.
"I'm Mykie" I told him.
He took my hand and shook it.
"Uh Ashton we don't shake hands here. " I said.
"Oops!(hi) Sorry" he blushed.
I giggled and the teacher walked in.
"Class! Today we will be learning the oil pastel resist. First you have to take the oil pastel and press hard on the paper so that the paint won't go through" my art teacher said.
I looked over to Ashton's drawing.
He was drawing himself. Like a self portrait.
"Louis! Come up here and draw us something!" The teacher said.
"No, I don't like you" Louis said.
The teacher scoffed and turned around to work on her oil pastel resist technique.
I giggled at Louis' sassy comeback but quickly regretted it after he glared at me.
"Rude ass" Ashton mumbled.
I looked over to his finished drawing.
Holy crap it looked just like him.
"That's good!" I pointed the drawing. He looked up at me and thanked me.
Ashton and I talked the whole class.

Now, it was lunch time.
The period I hate the most.
I walked into the cafeteria with no lunch and sat down at one of the tables.
I went onto my phone and pressed the app 'Instagram' then went to the DM section.
*Hi!* I typed in and sent to my best friend, Kellie.
*Hey sweets! How are you?* she typed back.
*Im okay, I've only been called whale today. A boy sat next to me in art. What about you?* I typed.
*I ate a bit today, yet I'm getting better(:* I smiled, then stopped as soon as one of the popular boys sat in front of me at the table. Without looking on my phone, I went into voice recorder and pressed record.
"Well well well. Who yer talking to? Yer boyfriend? Hahaha no one can ever like you!" Niall said.
"Well no one can like your fake hair" I mumbled.
"Do you like pie?" He asks.
"Why?"
"Because I got some for you" he said.
And soon, I felt cream all around my face, and laughter around me.
I wiped the cream off my eyes and looked around myself.
All the popular boys were laughing, except one.
Calum Hood.
The hottest, most popular guy in school. And I didn't understand why he didn't laugh, obviously making fun of me is funny, yet he didn't laugh.
After a couple seconds, my eyes watered, I got up, not forgetting my phone, and ran out the cafeteria.

As I got far away from the cafeteria, I fell to my knees in front of a locker, tears and cream covered my face.
"Mykie? Is that you?" I heard a voice.
I turned my head to the right and saw Ashton.
"Ashton, don't look at me" I said. Covering my face.
"Hey! I have some paper for...you" I looked up and saw Calum.
"Oh...uh" he said after realizing Ashton was already there.
"Here, man" Calum said, giving the paper towels to Ashton and swiftly looking at me before going back to the cafeteria.
Ashton took my hand and brought me to the bathroom.
I sat down on the counter, scared it would break.
Ashton stood in between my fat legs and started cleaning my face with paper towels.
His face was so close to mine, I almost forgot to breathe.
And for once, I wanted someone to be around me.
But, I forgot that I was fat, and ugly.
So I pushed Ashton away.
"Mykie what the hell!" He said, as he almost fell.
"I'm so sorry I just-I-I'm sorry!" I said, in realization I've just pushed away someone, again.
"What's wrong?" He asked, worry in his voice.
"I can't tell you yet, Ashton, I'm sorry. I can't trust people like this, right away, you know?" I said sadly.
"You can trust me. I've never ever been un-trustful. I know how it is to have been betrayed. " he said, walking back over to me.
"I am self conscious, I can't look in the mirror without feeling fat. There, you know my secret." I said.
"What? You're literally anorexic." He whispered.
I was starting to get mad.
"This is why I can't trust people! You're a liar! Liar liar liar!" I screamed, pushing him away at every word.
"Mykie! I'm not lying!" He said.
I felt my face, it was now clean, then left.

I got home, right before fifth period.
As soon as I got in my room, I looked into the mirror.
Ashton is a liar. A dirty little liar and I can't believe I thought he was nice.
I'm obviously fat and he obviously can't see that.
My thoughts were interrupted by a sound.
I looked over to my opened computer, a message flashed on the bottom of the screen.
I walked over to the object.
Calum Hood:Hey! Sorry about Niall. He's being a jerk.