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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭
─── YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A FOOL!
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MANY STUDENTS SAT UNDERNEATH the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria, chatting amongst themselves about whatever interested their minds. Each was enjoying their limited time of freedom, consuming poorly seasoned chicken and lukewarm fries. Amidst them was Orion, sitting at her usual empty table with a book nestled in her hands as she waited patiently for Jules. The only exception being a frizzy-haired blonde, her nose stuck in a math textbook. Orion mindlessly stuck her hand in her nearby bag of chips, munching on the savory snacks. Due to her lateness (aka her tragic attempt talking to Isaac), Orion didn't bother getting in the long line for lunch.
She knew that by the time they got to her, there'd only be roughly five minutes left for her to devour her meal, which was not nearly enough time. So, Orion opted for snacks from the vending machine instead and planned to steal a few fries from an unsuspecting Jules. She flipped the page, reading the words on the following page when two trays slammed down around her. Orion looked up, her eyebrows knitting in confusion as the empty chair to her right was pulled out, accompanied by the one across from her.
"But dreams aren't memories," Stiles reminded Scott as he took a seat next to Orion. The Sinclair girl continued glancing between the two, perplexed. Scott and Stiles never sat directly by her, either sitting two tables down or three tables over. As long as it was far away from Jules.
"Then it wasn't a dream!" Scott exclaimed, taking a seat across from Orion. "Something happened last night, and I can't remember what," he explained, shaking his head in annoyance at Stiles' inability to grasp the subject at hand.
"Before we get into this dream of yours, again," Orion blurted out before Stiles could respond to him. "Why are you two sitting here? Jules is gonna be here any minute," she queried, closing her book.
Stiles shrugged his shoulders, glancing over at Orion. "You looked lonely," he answered, popping a chicken nugget into his mouth.
Orion squinted her eyes at him menacingly. "I'm not lonely. I'm just waiting on Jules. You know, the person you can't talk about any of this with," Orion affirmed with a pointed look, referring to Scott's dream.
