Glenn propped his head on his elbow and stared at Charlie across the lunch table. They had been at it for a full minute with snickering could be heard from Lauren.  "You really need to work on your technique.  Maybe you should ask the question. Charlie appreciates the direct route and what the hell are you eating?"  Lauren swung her leg over the bench and sat next to Charlie eyeing his massive sandwich with a raise brow.  Everything about it was thick. The bread, the meat, the slice of tomato.  Charlie grinned but kept eating his sandwich, pausing to lick the juices from his chin. "It's roast beef. Want a bite?" He held it out to her but she shook her head and declined, pushing it back towards him.<br/>"I swear you are a bottomless pit. Did you even slice the meat.  You ought be glad your mom only had one kid."<br/><br/>"Mom. Yes. Great subject. So tell me, Char.  How much of the rumors are true. I mean, you can tell me. Do you really live in a.. like a place where.. you know."<br/><br/>"No I don't know.  That wasn't even a complete question." Carlie shrugged.  "I live in a house, Glenn.  That's it. Nothing special." he already knew what was being spread around and had an idea of what was happening where he lived, but he'd blocked himself on how deeply his mother was involved.  He had not seen it with his own eyes, so as far as he was concerned it was not something he needed to think about.  As far as his mom's breast being exposed., he knew that was his fault.<br/><br/>Last class was a big worry for him.  Even though the teacher had separated them, Charlie still felt Lester's gaze on him occasionally and wondered if he'd be able to escape him again.