Tables

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Luke sat at a new table with a new boy with a new smile the very next day. He wasn't a very special new boy, just a guy who owned an old guitar. One that would later be the starting pointing for the very Sunset Curve.
"He isn't worth your time," Bobby nudged Alex away to their normal table but he couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong.
"He's worth all of my time. I just want to talk to him. Bobby." He sat down his tray and continued walking to the far table.
They were laughing and telling stories.
"Hey, B- Luke. Can we talk?"
"I mean, yeah." He got up from the squeaky table and followed Alex out the door to the abandoned hallway. A few teachers paced with a cup of coffee clutched in their hands but they didn't have the energy to care about the two.
"Last night," Alex looked at the ground, a comfort thing for him. "Why did you make me leave? You know I can't go home. Why don't you tell them?"
"Alex, it's not that simple. Okay. It was two-am and my dad walked in on us just about to kiss what else was I supposed to do? Huh?"
"Tell him! We can hide from these stupid kids at school, I don't care. But we can't hide in our homes."
"I'm not ready. Alex, you waited until you were ready. I'm. Not. Ready."
Luke turned back into the lunch room and disappeared behind a wall of jocks.
"That went well."

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