Look After You {Completed}

iii. February

~February~

            “This apple is nasty,” Mina spits out, her face scrunching up in disgust.

            I scoff, poking my mashed potatoes around in my plate. “Maybe if you got your own apple, it would taste better.”

            Mina laughs, her lips curving into a breath-taking look. “I doubt you did anything to the apple in the first place. Besides, I’m to lazy to get up, walk to the line, wait in line, pick up the apple, wait-“

            “I rubbed the apple on the boy’s bathroom floor.”

            Mina throws me an exasperated look and blows a cherry at me.

            “Yeah, and I cooked your mashed potatoes in the water from the boys urinal,” She retorts, making me smile softly.

            “ Of course you did,” I reply, taking a bite out of my potatoes.

            Silence falls between us and the whispers from the other tables float in the room making me unable to hear what they are saying but knowing it’s directed towards me.

            And I don’t mean that in a cocky, “I’m sexy and I know it” kind of way.

            Adjusting my glasses, I watch as Mina stares sadly at her apple, unusually silent.

            Taking the apple from her, I bite into it, savoring the sweetness of it as I roll it in my mouth. Mina stares at me gloomily and I know it has something to do with her boy toy.

            Or I mean boyfriend.

            Tyler Cullen.

            Aside from the humorous last name, Tyler was the definition of perfect to the female population. He had the entire sparkly teeth, six-pack and chiseled face package, and he just so happened to be Mina’s boyfriend.

            “Is it Tea Bag?” I ask Mina nonchalantly.

            She glares at me, suppressing a smile as she tries to scold me. “His name is Tyler, and no, I am not sad because of him.”

            “So you are sad, I never asked if he made you sad,” I point out.

            Mina makes a small noise of frustration, pouting slightly in a way that reminded me of a cute kitten.

            Setting the apple core down, I stare intently at her and Mina shift slightly, avoiding my gaze.

            “What’s wrong?” I ask.

            Before Mina can answer though, a looming shadow sets over the table and low and behold, there stands the infamous Tyler Cullen.

            He sneers down at me, a look of arrogant disdain to his face as he grabs Mina’s wrist, yanking her up from the table.

            I clench my fists at his flippant and rude move to Mina, but sensing my anger, mina throws me a cautioning look.

            “What are you doing here with the loser?” Tyler asks Mina, irritation dripping in his voice.

            Mina gapes at Tyler and my eyes stay trained on his tightening grasp on Mina’s wrist.  She winces slightly and I find myself standing up.

            I am at least a few inches shorter than Tyler making Mina seem a good deal shorter than Tyler because she was shorter than I.