English went as always, if not easier than usual. Will, or whatever his name was, gave me most of the answers. Which was nice. I mean, I can probably do the work on my own, but it's easier to just.. get help, you know? Half way through class, our lunch period came. Second lunch. I of course, rushed out of class, nearly toppling over my chair as I tried to get out of class. I could feel a certain two peoples eyes glaring into the back of my head. I knew.
As I rushed through the hall, I spotted Roule, and our football gang. I of course, rushed over, and slapped Roule on the back of the neck. He screamed like a little baby. Before smiling when I he saw me.
"MONTY! Hurry dude, Mason is giving away some of his stuff!" Roule hollered, pushing through the group of footballers he eats with. I followed suit, looking over and around everyone. Mason stood in the middle of the circle, a few boxes around him. It all looked like his stuff. I spotted a pair of star glasses, and quickly snatched them up. Mason smiled.
Mason is one of the scrawny kids of our football team. He always wears this white collared shirt. It's colors really pop on his dark skin. He has piercing green eyes, and dark, fluffy hair. He has slight stubble too.
He had another small box in his hand, and he handed it off to another member, Maverick. He eventually met my eyes again, that are now covered in star sunglasses.
"Monty! Hey! Take more, you only have star sunglasses." Mason spoke over the crowds of people walking by. I squatted infront of a box, and spotted an alligator plush, with a red mohawk. My eyes widened, as I quickly swiped it.
"Hey, I thought you loved this thing?" I asked Mason, stepping forward. He shook his head.
"Oh, I just feel like I've outgrown it. Take it!" Mason smiled, shaking his finger back and forth.
"Dude! Thanks!" I yelled over the more people walking by. He smiled, I smiled, and I ran off. I still need to get food.
I waited in the lunch line.
Grilled cheese.
By the time I got my food, the whole football team was sat down. They waved me over. Mason stared down at his lap.
"Howdy." Roule said.
"Howdy." I said.
"Howdy." Maverick said.
"Howdy." I responded.
I sat down in the spare seat next to Roule. He didn't notice me. He just continued rambling on about that one stupid girl he "pulled" last night.
"So then, I was like— 'girl! We should go out!' and she said 'yass!' Which sounds stupid but she's HAWT so I let it slide." Roule exclaimed. The table cheered. Lightly. Not loudly. Nobody cared that much. I looked at Mason again. He looked emotionless almost. But when he noticed me looking at him, he smiled at me, and waved. I waved back, smiling too.
Lunch ended. It was uneventful.
Roule just rambled on about women.
Boo.
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