Who am I?

Wilbur soot

"Hey Karl did you find him?" Clay asked as I walked to our group at lunch

"Yep, you should've told me that he's crazy" I giggled

"Yeah nick broke him" George said

"Hey he didn't do that much! Nicks a good guy karl. He's just.. he doesn't know what he's doing" Alex said

"I guess you could put it that way" clay giggled

"Clay you're going to scare him shut your mouth" George said lightly smacking clay

"Make me" clay said. The two played around while me and Alex giggled at them

"When's the last time you ate?" Alex asked not looking at me

"I don't know, if feels like all my memories or like senses stop when I have food infront of me." I said also not looking at him.

"I told Wilbur about your eating disorder" he said

"What? Why?"

"Because I know you, and I know that you're going to connect with Wil. I know you'll spend alot of time with him and I need to make sure you're okay"

"You've known me for like five days at most" I said annoyed. "You shouldn't be telling people my issues because you're worried" I said in an angry tone

"I'm sorry Karl. When I saw you passed out in that hospital bed I knew that you needed someone to help you. Your sister and her girlfriend are in distress about their apartment, your mom is panicking over your little sister all the time, your dad has bottled up emotions that are going to pop open at any moment. You need help and I didn't know what to do." He said defending himself

"But you don't know me! You can't care for me when you know nothing about me!" I yelled standing up

"You're right. I don't know you, because you won't let me get to know you. I saw a panicked and hurt guy who needed someone to care for them! So I'm sorry for trying to help you karl." He yelled back at me

"I'm not in the mood for this." I said walking away with my stuff.

I went to the library and sat down with Wilbur. I needed to get this over with so that I could have a normal life again.

"So how are you?" I asked annoyingly

"Im fine. How are you Karlos?" Wil asked

"Karlos?"

"That's your name isn't it?" He said raising an eyebrow

"Yeah" I shrugged

"Then I'll be calling you it" he said looking at the cover of a book

"Okay but I mostly go by Karl"

"I heard nick punched Alex in the eye" Wil said ignoring what I just said

"He was mad that me and Alex had left the football team" I said

"Why?"

"I don't know, I didn't ask, me and Alex got into a fight before I had a chance to ask" I said quietly

"You had a fight already? You've only known each other four days or so" he said confused

"I got mad that he told you about my eating disorder" I said annoyed

"I understand not wanting people to know about personal things but does it justify a fight?" He asked

"Why should I be okay with him telling people something that's not his business?"

"No you should be upset but you shouldn't have fought about it. You should've just expressed your feeling to him"

"I guess"

"So did you come here to talk to me or did you come here to learn about nick?" Wil asked

"I don't know" I shrugged "I don't want to indulge in your plans to hurt Nick but like I still want that book"

"Indulge?" Wil snickered

"I thought you liked big words?" I giggled

"Yeah they don't sound normal when you say them" he laughed

He stood up and walked to a book self and scanned it before shaking his head and going to a different one. Eventually he grabbed a book from the self and side eyed me.

"Look you can read the book but don't be upset when you find out nick isn't the boy of your dreams. But. I want a book about your life story before I give it to you" he said handing me a book

"Why do you need my life story?" I questioned

"Trust me. I'll need it." He smiled

"Okay. But, you better not be a secret stalker" I giggled

"I'd love you stalk you" he winked

"Are you flirting with me?" I asked smiling

"No not at all" he said sarcastically

I smiles and put the book in my bag I started to leave but he stopped me.

"Wait Karl."

"What?"

"Youre staying here until you eat." His said looking me in the eyes

"Excuse me?"

"Hey it's nothing to be ashamed of." He said in a gigglie tone

"It is shameful Wilbur"

"Why are you ashamed?" He asked standing up

"Because. There's something wrong with me that isn't wrong with others."

"You should read this section of the library" he said walking past me to one of the shelves

"Why?"

"It's the mental health section."

"So I have mental issues?" I asked annoyed

"Yes. You do" he said getting in my face

"Whatever. You'll have your book in a day or two" I said walking away from him.

He watched me leave. A smile creeping on his face.

I went to my next class and doodled on the books plain white cover. This was definitely my least favorite class. Science. I was brainlessly drawing, only when class was over and we were packing up did I realize I had drawn an image of Wilbur in the library. I'm not horrible at art, my mom thinks I should make a career out of it but personally I'd rather do a real job.

I went to my last class of the day. English. I like writing. I'm actually quite good at it but I don't like English class. It boring. It's some teacher making me read and write things I don't care about. I dont really pay attention in this class either. She's going over a recap of last year or something. I decided to start writing the story.

When school ended I meet nick in the parking lot. He offered me a ride home since I didn't drive myself today. We talked about the show bojack horseman in the car. When we got to my house he pulled me into a small hug.

"See you tomorrow" he smiled

"Why did you punch Alex?"