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The taste of soda bubbled up my taste buds, the cafeteria booming with students. This year I was gonna set goals with myself, not eat in the bathroom anymore.
So I and the girl from the restroom sat together, Lexi Howard. I took a liking to the brunette, we had a similar personalities. Into theater, and liked to debate.
We sat at a round table next to some random girls, the vibe in the cafeteria light and happy since it was the first day.
But I wasn't gonna get too gassed up by the positive vibe, I assure you by next week at 8:00 in the morning somebody would get into a fight.
Lexi had her computer out between the two of us, showing me some of her scripts for a play she just started writing. She didn't tell me who it was about, or what it was about. Just a play.
I respected that but stayed very curious.
"So, how long is it gonna be?" I questioned, eating the provided pizza which was decent. I packed my snacks though just in case the lunch was horrible.
"A good 20 or 30 minutes, it all depends if I wanna keep going or comfortable where I'm at."
I nodded at that, humming.
"But also, you don't want it to drag. Do you know? Where the story just kinda has a good ending, then you add on."
"Exactly," she agreed, the Grammarly app opened. ( Lexi had premium )
"But also, I kinda have to write it a specific way so the actors can understand."
"You should just have, two separate scrips."
"For background and then main?" She questioned.
"Yeah," I put my hand in front of my mouth to prevent myself from spitting in her face while eating. Someone did it to me a few times and it was nasty.
"Great idea Valentine." She complimented, taking a bite of her turkey sandwich. I hummed, observing her watching over some blonde with a brunette.
I wonder where Rue is.
"Do you have a car?" Lexi randomly asked, looking up at me.
"Yeah, a Jeep. Why?"
"I need a ride, I and my sister got into an argument and she probably won't let me ride with her friends."
"That's a jerk move,"
"Exactly, so can I?"
"Sure." I gladly let her ride, I liked when I drove people places. It was reassuring to know that I would get them home safely, or we can just hang out as friends. You know.
