Hurt people Hurt people (bxb)

Chapter 3

"What a slut.."

"I know right? She acted so innocently too. Poor Jonah doesn't deserve a cheating ass bitch"

"Right.. Who on earth would fumble that bag?"

I invisibly glided through the hall in search of the lunch room, overhearing this trending topic for the umpteenth time today. Honestly, what is the fascination with sticking your nose in other people's love life? That's fucking weird and low as hell.

Personally, no one is getting that kind of attention from me. 

After 3 minutes of walking, I never found the lunch room. The school was pretty sizeable, and I felt as though I was walking in circles. I had either too much pride or fear of interactions to ask for directions.

Today I sat my first set of classes, and boy were they nerve-wracking. Walking into a room full of people, call me not a narcissist, but I felt as though everyone's eyes were piercing through my soul judging me down to my very last hair follicle. Ps, no one knew or gave a damn about my presence, but nevertheless, I felt like freaking out and had to sit way at the back of all my classes. Not good for my eyesight but great for my heart.

"Hey uhh, you passed me like 3 times just now. Are you lost?", a voice went, snapping me out of my thoughts. I stopped in my tracks to face a tall, pretty good-looking young man in the doorway of the male's restroom. I would say he was breathtaking but I prefer not to praise others' appearances too much, so he was aight. His eyes were glossy as if he had just finished crying.

Shit..I look so stupid right now don't I? 3 times I passed him, THREE. 

I started to nervously fiddle with my fingers. Should I lie to him to seem less stupid? No.. it'll be obvious. If I tell the truth though, it'll confirm that I'm a dumbass. Maybe...maybe I should just walk away from him without a word. Yes, that's a great idea..

Suddenly, what accompanied a hollow sensation in my stomach was a soft yet very much audible grumble.

My stomach had broken the silence with an unruly growl earning me a fully red face and awkward pause.

well shit..

The feeling of curling up in a ball and suddenly disappearing from this embarrassing situation was gnawing at my soul. The guy however laughed a bit, only adding to my humiliation. 

"I'm guessing you and your friend there are in search of the lunch room?" He glanced down at my stomach and back up at my face that held a bold tint of redness that was yet to leave. 

I slightly glanced up at his face and nodded. He had such gentle features even though he carried that typical objectively attractive appearance.  You know, the athletic build and sharp jawline, not dramatically sharp, but precise enough to give my curly mop of hair a cut?

Without a need to exchange words further, he led the way to the lunch area, myself tailing behind like a lost puppy. 

 Upon entering, It smelt like heaven in there. I could've identified everything that was cooking given the foodie I was. Even though I burnt those cookies earlier, cooking was therapeutic for me. 

I don't know if I want patties, or tarts, their fried rice or anything else. It was too much to choose from. "I guess I'll leave you off here?", the guy said, a weak smile on his face at the sight of my childish excitement. I turned and gave a blunt nod before turning around again. 

Back at the restroom I could tell he had just finished crying, so I felt awkward being in his presence for too long. I had fought the urge to console him given that i hadn't even known the guy. Not saying I'm incapable of sympathizing, but i was far too painfully gauche to host a, 'don't worry buddy it's all gonna be okay', session.

The lady came to the counter to take my order, seemingly pretty hurried to do so. There were many waiting in line behind me so that's understood. 

"Um..", she tapped her fingers lightly on the counter.

I started and tried my best to scan the food they had to place a quick order, but her taps grew louder and impatient only making me nervous. 

"Uh..I'll just have water thank you," I blurted. She raised a brow in slight annoyance before dramatically looking around at all the food options. "Are you sure? There's nothing else here that you want?"

 Of course I didn't want just water, I mentally face-palmed. Some guy behind me then grunted saying he was starving, not at me but loud enough for me to hear.

"Yes, just water". I smiled painfully. The woman looked at me from head to toe, probably judging how skinny I was, and didn't say a word. She handed me a cold bottle of water and I quickly exited both the line and the lunch area.

Back home, I never ordered food for myself. The fear of miscommunication and then not getting what i ordered, or not being heard and asked to repeat myself because I speak too quietly, or my brain not processing what I want in quick enough time to not waste anyone else's is just too much for my heart. TOO MUCH.

I paced for an isolated area, keeping an eye out for a vending machine to at least appease the monster in my stomach. 

Much to my lack of luck I found none, but at least a vacant spot to chug my water in time for next class.