"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♫ Valentina ♫
THE BELLRINGS for the end of the period and the beginning of lunch.
I stand up out of my chair after packing my things and head out the door and to the cafeteria.
After waiting in line for a while, I grab my lunch which is a slice of lasagna with garlic bread and a can of Pepsi and walk over to an empty table.
Don't eat it. What if i's poisoned.
I place my food down and take out the book I've been trying to read for three months from my bag and begin to attempt to read a paragraph while eating my food. I don't even know why I brought it. I'm so frustrated with reading the same paragraph ten times that I don't hear my name being called.
"Valentina." I look up to see Oliver standing across from me with a friendly smile. "Do you want to sit with us? There's plenty of room."
I look at the table he's pointing at to see a guy shoving his face with lasagna and garlic bread at the same time and the one next to him scraping off the meat of the lasagna and only eating the pasta. Another one sculls a bottle of coke and when he moves his eyes to meet mine, his eyes go wide and he chokes on his drink, coke shooting out of his nostrils like a dam waterfall while coughing like crazy. Coke sprays over the two people in front of him and they all curse at him and chuck stuff at him while he continues to choke on his drink.
The whole table is chaotic and I think I'd rather be on my own.
Oliver slowly turns back to me and smiles. "Don't worry. There's been worse." He says, then he realises what he just said and tries to fix his mistake. "I mean, there hasn't been worse. Well, one time Miles shoved breadsticks so far up his nose that he was sneezing bread for the next few days. But other than that...yeah never mind, there has been worse. But they're good guys...for the most part."
I stare at Oliver with a blank face and he smiles down at me. I don't know if he's being serious or not but when I glance back to the table to see them all trying to act normal even with pasta stains on their face and bread crumbs on their uniforms, I start to think that maybe he's being serious.
"I'm good," I answer plainly and return to my book.
"Okay, well, if you ever change your mind, we always sit at the same table," Oliver says and smiles at me before walking away.
Not even five minutes later, I get interrupted again when the chair in front of me scrapes against the floor and someone sits on it. I don't part my eyes from the sentence I've been staring at since I opened the book and take another bite of my lasagna, then a sip of my Pepsi.
What if it's a murderer? They're going to kill you.
The person clears their throat like I'll give more of a fuck and I continue pretending to read.
