(Song: You're Somebody Else by Flora Cash)

Harry's POV
"Dad, I swear I was going to eat it," El says while looking me in the eyes.

"I'm really disappointed, ElWhat happened?" I ask, running my hand through my hair. I can believe she didn't eat her lunch. I want to be mad at her, but I know this disorder isn't her fault.

"I had to stay in for a class," she says. "And I was too busy to eat," she quickly adds.

I look down at the table and sigh. I know she was lying. And she knows I know. "Love, what's it going to take for me to get you to eat?" I say with a sigh.

"I promise I'll eat it tomorrow," she says, sounding defeated.

"And how am I supposed to know that you aren't just throwing it away?" I ask. Getting her to eat at school is going to be harder than I realized.

"You... you'll just have to trust me, I guess," she says quietly.

"I don't know if I can do that right now," I tell her. I want to trust her, but I just am too scared she'll continue not eating to do that.

"Dad...," she says. "Trust me. I just slipped this one time. Please don't be mad," she says. I look up at her and notice tears are brimming her eyes.

"Don't cry," I say wiping a tear from her eye with my thumb. "I'm not mad, okay? We're going to figure this all out. I should have brought it up later, I'm sorry, love," I say. My hand moves to her should and I gently rub it to comfort her.

"Okay," She says while nodding her head slightly. "And I'm sorry for not eating. I won't do it again."

I wanted to believe her, but I can't risk her hurting herself anymore. I'll have to call the school and get someone to watch her at lunch to make sure she eats. "That's okay, sweetie. I know your trying," I say. I just hope I'm right.

"The soup is probably cooled by now," I say, bringing the conversation away from lunch. I pick up my spoon, as does Ellie, and we both take a bite. "How are you feeling about your audition tomorrow?" I ask.

"Good," She says, a little joy in her voice. I'm glad we didn't spend all of dinner in a grumpy mood because of lunch. "Kyle says that he knows I'll make it, but I think that's only because he is one of the judges for the girls."

I'm still not one hundred percent sure of how I feel about Kyle, but he does seem to make Ellie pretty happy. I guess I should give him a chance. "That's not true. I know you'd get in even without Kyle," I tell her. I look over at her with the corner of my eyes and notice that she ate about a quarter of her soup.

"Sure I would," She says sarcastically. "Everyone at school is probably really talented."

"Well, your part of that majority, so," I say and give her a smile.

"Whatever you say," she says, returning the smile. "I'm full, Dad."

I look down at her bowl and see that she has eaten about three quarters of her dinner. I smile to myself knowing she ate without me forcing it down her throat. "You did good, El. I'm proud of you," I say. And I mean it. 

"Thanks," She says while putting her spoon down. "I should probably start my homework."

"Yes, you definitely should. I'll clean up, you go work," I say. She nods her head and hops off the chair.

Ellie's POV
When I get into my room I grab my phone from off my bed and unlock it, pressing on the instagram app. I haven't looked to see what Kimmy has been posting in a while.

The app load and I go to her page, noticing a new post of a black picture. I click on it and read the caption:
One good blackmail photo of Miss Ellie. You guys can't see yet, but if, no actually when, Ellie does something I think is bad, the photo will be all over the internet. Rumor has it she's trying out for the musical tomorrow. Haha, good luck, slut  Good night, all. All except Ellie.

I sigh and look at the comments. It still confuses me why she's mad at me in the first place. I never did anything to hurt her feelings, she just doesn't like me. And it's not like I stole Kyle from her, she's way more attractive than me. She could definitely steal Kyle from me. But, I don't like to think about that.

Most of the comments are agreeing with her, but there's a handful that are sticking up for me. I mentally thank them for doing that. One comment, in particular, catches my eye. It's from Kyle:
Um? Can you just stop, please. Ellie has more talent in her pinky finger than you do in your whole body. If you even think about posting that photo, don't think I won't tell someone about what you're doing. This is absolutely unacceptable. Way to low, even for you.

His comment makes me smile. I decide to text him and thank him for it.
'Hey, thanks for what you said on Kimmy's post. It means a lot ❤️,' I send.

He replies almost immediately. 'Of course, darling. Don't ever listen to what she says. She's full of shit. 💕'

'Okay. I won't. See you tomorrow,' I say and turn off my phone.

I grab my backpack from off the floor and take out some of my homework from today. As usual, I end up scribbling random things down because I have no clue what's going on. It's my own fault for not knowing though; I just never pay attention in class.

I finish guessing on all my homework questions in about half an hour. I grab my diary from under my bed and begin to write. It's been a while since I have written in it.

I had a pretty terrible day for the most part. Kimmy took a picture of me changing in the changing in the locker rooms and it showed all my scars. She said she wouldn't post it unless I did something wrong. Then she introduced me to her boyfriend, Dan, who was also the one who raped me on Saturday. He told me I can't tell anyone about it or else my picture would be leaked. I can't have that happen. Harry also found out that I didn't eat my lunch. I hate disappointing him, but I couldn't bring myself to eat. I should have just thrown it away. The good news is I got to hang out with Kyle today and we kissed again. Kyle's so perfect to me. I just love him so much.
Bye,
Ellie

I close my diary and slide it under my bed again. It always feels nice to be able to vent without talking to someone. I know my diary won't spread all my secrets.

(A/N: what do you guys think about Kyle?)