Mute (M.C.)

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"Are we stalking again, Michealson?" Harry slid into the chair next to mine tossing me an apple. "She's a bit out of your league... Size and all- Ow!"
I tossed the apple straight at his jaw landing on a faint bruise from yesterday. I hated when he pointed out her size. He did this every other day when he couldn't think of any other thing to point out.
"I am just saying there are other options, Michael. The girl from sign language likes you."
I sign out, She flirts with you, idiot. I took a bite out of my apple seeing that it was rotting from the inside. I spit it out and set it on Harry's tray.
He took a spoonful of pudding before signing, Anna. "She likes you. She even makes dovey eyes at you."
I glower at him, She isn't her. I want a chance to see if there is something.
"Oh, there is something there. It's your imagination. Again, she won't see you the way you see her. How would you even talk to her? Have you thought of that? Does she take ASL like I have just to understand you? Or will you have to write on a board just to talk to her? Remember how well that went with Mari? And she dumped you. " He stood with his plate looking at Leslie. "She is a waste of time, Michael."
With that he walked away before I could defend myself. She smiled at her best friend looking away for a split moment before her smile faulted. For a split second she wasn't happy she was looked as if her mind had been invaded by sad thoughts. She wasn't the smallest like normal girls nor the largest at the school. She wasn't always big ever since 5th grade a spark changed and she began to get rather big. Then during 9th grade something sparked and ever since then she slowly began to lose weight. Course it was on and off weight loss but she kept a steady size.
She has a story and I want to hear it.