Assumptions

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Rogue

I was kind of suprised at myself honestly. Partys usually arent my idea of fun. But what the hell, whats the worst that could happen.

Ok now I was creeping myself out.

I've been more..how do you explain it..

I guess I've been more with it lately?

Like actually talking to people, not just staying in my room every day all day.

It felt weird and unnatural.

I almost liked it better when I closed myself off.

"Kids! Come get dinner!"

I sighed glancing at my clock, six thirty.

"I'm coming with you to the party, to make sure you don't do anything stupid."

"That's fine. I won't be doing anything stupid."

Bailey rolled his eyes getting up off my bed.

I walked out of my room sliding down the stairway railing.

"I hate when you do that."

"Yeah yeah.."

I took a seat at the dining table laying my head down. Jacob tried to sit across from me but I stopped him.

"Bailey's sitting there."

He stopped moving to the seat besides Bailey, "Sorry Bails."

"It's fine."

"He says it's fine."

Lance came running in scrambling into the seat besides me.

Jessie and Boone walked in together sitting across from each other.

Milah finally came in with gram and gramps setting a bowl of Pasta on the table.

"Garlic breads almost ready." She said walking back into the kitchen. Gram and gramps took a seat at the two end seats.

Maybe you shouldn't eat, getting a little chubby wouldn't you say?

I sighed burying my head farther into my arms.

"You ok?" Bailey asked.

"I'm fine."

Everybody at the table glanced at me.

I winced as I felt a sharp pain in my leg.

"Bailey, stop kicking me."

"Im not?"

I winced as I felt it again.

I picked my head up annoyed now.

"Ok, I swear to god. Who is kicking my leg." I growled looking around. I knew it was nobody at the table.

Bailey snickered, "yeah that was me."

"I hate you."

"Back to being blunt are we."

"Shut up."

"Rude."

"Ok no more arguing with Bailey. Eat your dinner." Milah said pulling up a chair.

Everybody started to fill their plates but I didn't make a move to get any.

"Whats wrong dear?" Gram asked.

"Ah..just..not hungry." I muttered.

What got some sort of eating disorder now?

Thats just it.