Save Me

Chapter Three

I haven't been here ever. Not since day one and I realized how much I hated it.

We get there and I see tons of people, sitting, talking, yelling, and laughing. My heart feels like it's going to explode right out of my chest from the amount of people in the room.

James pulls me to a table in the literal middle of everything and I think I'm gonna be sick from fear.

There are 3 other guys sitting at the table. My heart beats a little faster. To think that I was lucky enough for him to have no friends. But of course, he does, it's only natural that a hot guy has a bunch of hot guy friends.

On the far right side of the table, I recognize the guy with glasses and brown curly hair from my math class. His calculating gray eyes have landed on my face, making me, for a second time today, want to curl up in a ball.

The guy sitting to the left of Glasses has hair that is so light blond that it almost looks white. He has the lightest blue eyes I've ever seen and pale skin. His eyes are filled with laughter and he looks like he's been laughing his whole life and nothing else.

The last guy is sitting right in front of me. He shifts himself to see what the other two are looking at. When his eyes meet mine he frowns. He has tan skin and a dark dark shade of brown on his head. His eyes are so dark they almost look black. His face is strong and beautiful.

Safe to say, all James' friends including James himself are hot, very very hot. And all I want to do is run away to the library and get lost in a book.

"Look what I brought," James smirks while going to sit on the left corner of the bench that Frownie's on. James pats a space on the bench to his right. If I sit then I'll be in between Frownie and James. I hesitate and look toward the exit door.

"I was actually going to go to the... um," I point to the exit like that will give them a clue to where I want to go. I turn the guys again but look at my feet to avoid their eyes.

"Nuh-uh, you're not getting away that easy." James pats the seat again. I look up at all of their faces to see if anyone doesn't want me there.

Glasses offers up a smile and points toward the seat. "Any friend of James is welcome to sit here."

I look back at the seat and slowly slide in, making sure to not touch Frownie or James. I bite my bottom lip to stifle any sounds of agony that might come out of my lips. I place my bag by my feet and stare at the table. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing right now. So I just sit and wait.

"Okaaaay so what's your name cutie." White hair man speaks up. He clasps his hands together and places them on the table.

I look up. "Callie, but my mom used to call me Cal and I like that better."

"She speaks full sentences," James throws his hands up in victory. "Score!" White hair man chuckles.

My face catches fire and I settle my gaze back on the table.

Glasses clears his throat, "I'm Michael, this is Eric," he says pointing to White hair man. "And this is Dylan," he points to Frownie.

Eric does an exaggerated wave at me and Dylan nods once.

I try to smile and hope that I don't look like a dying fish. My fingers began tapping on my legs over and over.

James puts his lunch bag that I didn't realize he had been carrying, onto the table. Michael, Eric, and Dylan are already eating their lunch.

"Didn't you bring lunch?" Dylan speaks up for the first time, with a deep grumbly voice.

I shake my head without looking at anyone. Suddenly 4 different hands are putting different food in front of me. Carrots, crackers, a sandwich, and a brownie.