CheezIt x Reader {Y/N}

3 | class

I spent the first 30 minutes of the daydreaming about the cheez it and I. I felt so lonely. I had tears going down my mask, and everyone heard me sniffing and inhaling, it was embarrassing.
The person across from me at the table, my best friend: Blaze; the gay boy with a rainbow mask, asked if I was okay. I wanted to be honest and said no.
"Why are you crying like that?" Blaze asked.
"Rough night. I had a dream, it reminded me how lonely I am. God, I miss Jonathyn," I said.
"I'm sorry I made out with him, it was so tempting." He weeped in guilt.
"No, your fine. I can't believe Emilie had to eat him out of the couch cushion." I sobbed out of sadness.
"I can't believe her too, she's just so.. ugh.. 'preppy and goody two-shoes' like, c'mon." Blaze yelled in a low tune.
I wiped my small tears and flipped to a blank page in my notebook. I decided to draw a made up oc. It was fun, Blazed helped me with line art and solid shading, he was voted most artistic in elementary.
He messed up the line art, or was it most clumsy he was voted?
The day went by fast after drawing, noting, and tiktok-making. Blaze and I sat together on the bus and talked about Chex Mix flavors.