BRENT RIVERA AND ME

Chapter 7

***BRENT'S POV***

After school on friday, I drove Mia to my house. Chris was coming in about 30 minutes, so we were alone.

"Do you want food?"

"PLEASE," she sighed really loudly.

I laughed. "Are you okay?"

"IM STARVING WHERE IS THE KITCHEN?" she asked.

I pointed to the kitchen. She ran over. Nice manners, Mia. I followed her. "Why are you so hungry?" I asked.

She shook her head and suddenly became quiet. "It's nothing, really."

I feel like there is so much she is not telling me.

"Mia, you can tell me. We're good friends, right? Why can't you tell me?"

"Brent, it's not you. I just don't know how to say it."

I walked closer to her and held her hand. "Mia. Please," I said, looking straight into her eyes.

Her eyes got watery and she began to open up.

***MIA'S POV***

"I've been starving myself," I said, loud and clear. I was afraid of what Brent might say. We've been pretty good friends lately. He's actually one of my best friends, to be honest.

He looked at me, straight in the eye. "Why?"

"I need to lose weight."

"No you don't! Mia, you're the prettiest girl I know! You're beautiful!"

"It's easier to say that than to truly believe it," I replied. "You may think I'm beautiful, but i certainly don't."

He looked extremely sad. "Do you think you need to lose weight to be pretty?"

I know I don't. Doesn't everyone say that? Even though everyone says, "beauty isn't determined by your weight", we still judge people by their weight.

"No," I told him.

"Then why the frick are you starving yourself?" He asked, concerned.

"I don't even know," I started to cry. "I just hate myself. But I don't think i'm fat. I'm slightly under the normal weight for girls my age."

"I have a huge crush on you," Brent said, out of nowhere.

"What?"

He looked so surprised that those words came out of his mouth.

"Oh. Never mind. Well, I mean i do. But let's not talk about that right now. Let's talk about you," He said awkwardly.

***Chris' POV***

I opened the door to Brent's house. When I walked in, I heard Brent saying, "let's talk about you. Are you doing anything else to yourself?" Then I heard a silence. I heard Brent say, "Oh my god."

I walked into the kitchen.

"Is everything ok?" I asked. Brent and his crush were there.

She was crying.

"What's wrong?" I asked, since nobody answered me the first time.

She showed me her wrists and cried even more. They were seriously damaged.

They looked like lacerations.