After class, Dylan pulled me over by my arm.
"Lunch with me?"
I opened my mouth, but snapped it back shut, as I realized I didn't know how to answer. I mutely nodded, before I said something else stupid the embarrass myself.
We walked over to a tree, out in the school's courtyard, and sat under it. Dylan had a lunchbox, with Iron Man on the front.
"Iron Man?"
He shrugged, "I'm too young to grow up."
I laughed lightly at his statement. I didn't bring anything, but I was a little hungry. No one, and I mean no one eats the cafeteria food.
"Sandwich?" He asked me, holding one up, wrapped in cellophane.
"What kind?"
"Peanut butter and honey. The chunky peanut butter, I mean."
I lit up soon as he said it. So first, he's hot, the pj he eats the same food I eat! My sister says I'm the only weirdo who eats that, guess not.
I kindly accepted the offer, taking sandwich from him, and unwrapping it.
I sighed in complete euphoria as I bit into it.
I felt a pair of eyes on me, "What?" I looked over to a watchful Dylan.
He shook his head, and gathered his trash.
"I never caught your name."
"Paisleigh."
He nodded, and grabbed my hand as he stood, helping me up.
"Well, I like you Paisleigh. You're cool."
He took the other half of the sandwich from my hand, and walked off, into the East Wing building.
'Hm,' I thought, 'Guess I'm not much a nut after all.'
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The end.
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The New Guy #AJC
ChickLit16 year old Paisleigh Lively is a tomboy. She prefers tennis shoes over sandals, pants over skirts, pizza over Chipotle, and root beer over Starbucks. Her sister and mom constantly try to change her, but she's not having it. She believes it's okay t...
