(Y/N)'s POV
An eating silence. That's the kind of silence I was in. Honestly I was still wondering why he wanted me to stay. Maybe he just didn't want to get lost on the way to drama. I have no idea. Five minutes after we've sat down, he starts to make conversation.
"So... What are your friends gonna think of you ditching them?" He quirks at eyebrow.
"They'll probably will be pissed for a bit but will be fine after I tell them I got lunch time detention." I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"This isn't detention. You are free to go if you wish." He sounds a bit annoyed.
"No! That's not what I meant! I meant that that's just what I'll tell them." I exclaim.
"Why don't you just tell them you had lunch with me? What? You ashamed?" He quirks an eyebrow, so I know he's joking this time round. I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, then they either won't talk to me for a month or they'll ask me to get you to do it again, but bring them along." My 'duh' tone kicks in.
"Yeah, I suppose. As much as I am sure they are nice, I don't think I want to have lunch with a bunch of strangers." He says taking another bite of his sandwich.
"Everybody is a stranger at first. And if you don't want to have lunch with strangers, why am I here?" I point out. He looks a bit flustered when I say that.
"Well, um, one stranger I can handle. And besides, I kind of know you." He stutters.
"Kind of." We both take another bite. After a few moments of awkward silence, I decide its my turn to break it.
"Anyway, it must be strange to be here. You know, instead of a set and with boring teachers for colleagues." He nods slowly.
"It is. I mean Mrs. Black is alright. But they all just seem so grown up. They're like proper adults." He explains. I chuckle.
"Well all of them are over 40 and are married and have kids." I say.
"True." He chuckles as well.
"Well you've got loads of seriously immature kids instead. But not good immature, like I want to punch them in the face kind of immature." I say, thinking of the people who still think farts are funny and point out acne and think that's hilarious.
"Yeah, I really forgot just how dumb and inconsiderate people could be. And how horrible." It's like I can see his flash back waves.
"Why did you come anyway?" I ask.
"I thought it'd be fun. You know to be on the teachers point of view. Also I wanted to see kids acting and help them and really get them excited about it. I thought it'd be a good experience and one I really should have. Its good so far." I nod my head.
"Alright, why music then?" I question.
"Well, I do play instruments and been in a band. Plus I didn't want to talk with the teachers and sit around for the next class." I smile a bit.
"I don't want to come back to school ever after I leave." I say.
"Neither did I, that's why I didn't choose my old school." I smile at him. We get on with our lunches, running out of time to eat. We talk about how boring the teachers are and how they need to lighten up. After we finish we have some more time to kill, so I show him round the school a bit. The bell rings before I get to far though. Off to drama. I am about to say bye, when he says
"Drama next. And I have your class for a double period." He smirks at me. I forgot about that. So that means we'll be walking in together. Hello weird looks and questions.
