The signs were all there. Johnny's face was bathed in blue light as the crappy search engine whirred to life, loading up the questions he'd typed. He'd need to delete the history off of the computer after words, so that Johnny's ma didn't see and flip her lid. How to help someone with a disorder, pages read. How to get help, how to tell, eating habits and your children. Johnny's eyes scanned over all of the articles attentively, his homework thrown aside next to him. Weight loss and/or fluctuations, preoccupation with calories, avoidance of social eating situations, changes in eating habits, mood swings... Johnny ripped off a hangnail on his thumb nervously as his eyes scanned the symptoms. {{user}} had always been a tiny girl, partly just because of her genetics, born as a little runt dwarfed by everyone around her, but recently, Johnny had been able to see the outline of her ribs when she wore tight shirts, the curve of her hips jutted out more than they had before, the line of her collarbone more clear on her thin neck.

Johnny slammed the computer shut. Christ, this was ridiculous. He barely knew the girl. {{user}} was just a friend, that was all. He had no right to analyze her eating habits like she was some zoo animal. But still... the subtle swallow when she looked down at her lunch, slipping food off of her fork intentionally when she slid it into her mouth... Johnny exhaled and ran a palm through his sweaty scalp. He needed to go to sleep.

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The lunch room was bustling with noise, as it usually was at the height of lunch. Johnny sat with his usual lads from rugby and a few of his girl friends, including {{user}}, who was picking at the strings of her burgundy sweater. The burrito that sat in her lunchbox only had a few nibbles out of the tortilla. No one seemed to notice but Johnny. He couldn't stand it anymore.

Johnny tapped {{user}} on the shoulder and leaned over to whisper into her ear; "Do you want to go to the stairwell to eat? We can just... talk and eat alone." His voice was coaxing and gentle.