Adopted by Pentatonix (#Power10)

Chapter 25

This chapter is dedicated to myself. That sounds stuck up but my birthday is the 25th of March and its chapter 25 and.... Yeah. So write that in your calendar. Whoever wishes me a happy birthday near or on the date gets a mention on the chapter closest to my birthday. Do you know what I mean? I'm sure you do.....

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Recap:
"Not to sound creepy or anything, but I've been watching you very closely lately and well..." He bites his lip and looks at me worriedly. "You haven't been eating."

My eyes widen and I ignore the last fact. "You've been watching me? Kind of creepy, Mitch."

"Skylar." He says flatly and I bite my lip, averting my gaze. "You've also been exercising a lot lately and I looked it up," he looks at me pointedly and I wince, knowing what was coming. "What I'm trying to say is... I think you're anorexic."

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{Same day as recap, 21st December, Monday}

"You.... You what?" I exclaim and Mitch sighs, rubbing his temples.

"I think you're anorexic." Mitch says quietly.

"Why?" I cry out and he motions for me to keep quiet.

"Because you haven't been eating lately, you're exercising heaps, you just literally passed out from exhaustion and you're skinny as fuck." He says but I get distracted by the word 'skinny'.

"You think so?" I ask him and his face scrunched up in confusion. "You really think I'm skinny?" I look down at my stomach, observing it and scrunching my face up. He's lying. I can still easily grab fat. Gross.

"Skylar!" He exclaims and my head shoots up. "This is exactly what I'm talking about!" He sighs and rubs his temples again. "I think we should take you to a doctor."

"What? No, Mitch, please. I promise I'm fine, I'm just feeling sick lately so I haven't eaten and yeah, I guess five miles in a couple hours wasn't the best idea ever, but I'm not anorexic." I say angrily. "I'm going to bed."

He eyes me wearily then nods his head slowly. "Okay, well.... Goodnight then."

I storm out of the kitchen mutter a quick 'goodnight' to the others and stomp upstairs. I throw open the door and jump onto my bed, silently fuming. The reason?

Mitch just made me realise I had anorexia.

I grab my phone and go into the site Pointers.

Sup3rfruitler2013: Hi.

Not even 10 seconds later, I get a reply.

BVBBOY666: Hey. What's up?

Sup3rfruitler2013: you live in Australia and I live in America. I'm never going to meet you.

BVBBOY666: Are you okay?

Sup3rfruitler2013: No. I just found out I'm anorexic.

BVBBOY666: Oh....

BVBBOY666: How'd you find out?