"Your hat." (Pico x Keith story)

Ep. 3

Keith POV
I flinched at the sound of the bell. I nearly fell asleep..how much did I miss?

"Alright, that's lunch." I heard the professor say. Everyone began to pack up. I stood up, picking up my backpack off of the floor and wrapping the straps over my shoulders. The teacher went on about something, but I couldn't really hear.

I walked out of the classroom, pushing around some other students. I glanced around, trying to look for a locker labeled with my name. I finally spotted it, far away, but not too far. I walked over to it.

I opened it up forcefully. I took my backpack off, stuffing it into my locker. After that, I shut it, making sure it was locked. I spotted someone familiar in the distance. Pico!

He was the only person I knew in this entire school currently. I don't know why I got so excited to see him.

He's not the nicest guy. I believe there's good in everyone, but.

Before I knew it, he was out of my sight. I shrugged and headed towards the cafeteria, with the help of following other people.

I grabbed the lunch the school had served, a bunch of greens and fruits, sloppy joes and some chunky chocolate milk. Yummy.

I walked over to an empty table, placing my tray down and plopping myself onto the seat. I watched everyone else, happily walking over to their friends and laughing. I sighed.

I only stared down at the disgrace of food, spacing out. Suddenly, something was placed onto the table. I glanced up. "Do you mind if I sit here?" A girl asked in a very soft, and welcoming voice.

She wore a red cropped sweater, a black pair of shorts and knee high socks with red and white sneakers. She had long, fluffy burgundy red hair with deep black eyes.

I nodded. "No, go ahead." I said. She smiled and sat across from me.

"What's your name?" She asked, taking a bite of her food. "Keith. Im Keith." She finished chewing before responding. "Im Girlfriend." I took a sip of the milk. "So, what do you like to do for fun?" She said, starting a conversation.

Throughout lunch, we shared a long conversation. I really liked her. She seemed very nice! Once lunch had ended, we sadly had to say goodbye. I dumped out my tray, placing it onto a stack of other trays on a counter.

I began to walk to my next class, taking my schedule out of my pocket and using it to help me.

I stepped upon the door. Which, hopefully, was the entrance to the correct classroom. I walked inside. In the back of the room, I saw somebody unexpected.