Angry at Love

chapter four

<<<CASEY>>>

The next day I found out he's in some of my classes. At lunch, I tried again to talk to him. For some reason he sat at my table again, and my hopes fluttered, maybe he wanted to be my friend, but didnt wanna show it? He had his music in, but only one ear instead of both this time.

"Hey, I don't think I got your name. Im casey."

"Miles." he responded.

"Alright, miles, what's your favorite colour?"

He squinted at me, then said, "red."

I grinned, "oooh, you're a romantic guy huh?"

He rolled his eyes and ignored me.

"My favorite colour is green"

His eyes flicked up to mine before going back to his food, which he seemed to have brought on his own today. "I hate green." he mumbled.

Getting curious, I asked, "why?"

He just shrugged "why do you ask so many questions?"

Defensively, I told him, "because I don't have any friends and you seem like you could be my friend."

"Do I?"

"Yeah, you don't care about our reputation, which will be absolutely ruined by sitting here, and yet here you are. And plus, you're an interesting guy." Then, my damn mouth decided to add, "and you're hot."

He just looked at me for a few seconds then went back to eating. "You trying to get into my pants or something?" he said so casually I almost choked on my own food.

"N-no! I . . . I didn't mean to say it, I just kinda... blurted it out . . ." I trailed off, my face bright red.

He just hummed, seeming unconvinced.

Quickly, I changed the topic. "So what do you think of it so far?"

"Think of what?" he asked.

"I dunno... the town, the school."

He shrugged. "Meh. Just like every other I've been to."

My interest piqued. "How much have you moved around then?"

He shrugged again, which he seemed to like doing, "haven't bothered to count."

"Why are you so gloomy?"

"Because my life sucks, that's why. Stop asking all these stupid questions." he said as he got up to leave. The bell hadn't rung yet, and I felt kinda bad for pestering him.