Layla's story

Ch6

I waited at the table for Claire and the rest of the crew before I ate lunch. I watched all the people come in the lunch room and sit at their tables with their friends or get in line for lunch. I watched for a few minutes then saw a new boy I had not seen last year. He must have been new then. I looked at his clothes. I studied the patterns, the colors, shapes, and the fabrics it was made of. I watched him sit at a table with a couple of friends. There was like nine others sitting with him. I felt so bad for him. Me having almost everyone in the school and him having only nine friends. I felt a arm wrap around my waist. I looked away from him and looked at who had touched me it was Keenan. My abusive boyfriend. The others had joined him at the table. I took a quick glance at the boy I had been looking at and he was gone. I looked around the lunch room but did not see him.

"I'm going to get some lunch be right back." I started to walk from the table but somebody grabbed my wrist. I knew who it was already and looked back. It was Keenan.

"Yes Keenan, what would you like for me to bring back for you." he always asked me to get him something. But it was always different.

"A salad please, with lots of ranch." I turned away and left. I headed straight for the salad bar to make Keenan his salad first before I got me lunch. After I had finished his salad and had delivered the salad I went in line to get me something for lunch. I heard someone talking behind me. I did not wanna look weird so I looked at his shoes and I had recognized them. It was the boy I had watched earlier. I turned forward and ordered my lunch. A hamburger with tomatoes, lettuce, cheese, pickles, and mayo. Then I got a Dr. pepper and went to sit down. I had eaten half my hamburger when some one called my name. He was right next to me. I turned and looked at who had called me. It was him. I was in shock. What do I do. I calmed myself and answered as normal as I could.

"Yes." he looked at me with a face I did not recognized. Then he answered me.

"Hi.. I'm Chris martin. I saw you Looking at my shoes earlier. Do you like white tennis shoes?" I  looked at his shoes again. Of course I loved white tennis shoes but I have never seen anyone where them in Florida. 

"Yes but that is not why I was looking at them." he studied me then looked confused.

"Then why were you looking at them?" everyone looked confused.

"I have never seen anyone with white tennis shoes in Florida before." He looked confused then chuckled. A girl started walking towards Chris then stop in front of our table. I noticed it was one of the others at his table.

" Chris come on we have to  show you something." he turned toward her.

"Rose, can you hold on a moment please." he looked back at me then turned to leave. I looked away from them and tried to pray that he would leave my table but he didn't leave. He turned around with a smile.

"See you later Layla. Also love your boots." he turned and walked away. I dumped my tray and laid my head down for the rest of the hour.