Chapter 4

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Lyla

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Clement: "The new guy is pretty smart! You could say that his style suits him..."

Lyla: "What does that mean?"

Clement: "Well, that means that he looks like a guy who's top of the class!"

Lyla: "Mmm... Ohhhkay... Thank you stereotypes..."

Clement: "Actually, speak of the devil..."

Henri heads towards and empty table, alone as usual.

It doesn't seem to bother him. He just seems like he's used to it.

It's kinda sad...

Clement: "Oh great! I know that look!"

Lyla: "What? What look?"

Clement: "You, that look that says you hate to see the 'poor new guy' eating in the corner all by himself..."

Lyla: "His name is Henri, I'll have you know."

Clement: "Right. Okay. It's obvious that you're in operation "save the new guy" mode, but remember, it was only just this morning that he showed he has NO interest in small talk... I think he just wants us to leave him alone."

Lyla: "Yeah, maybe..."

Jasmine: "I think Clement is right... Leave him alone for a little while. Maybe he just needs to get used to the school, the class. If he's not very social in general, it could take a little time. Maybe he likes being alone. Not everyone is like you, you know!"

Lyla: "Yeah... I know..."

Clement: "Just forget it Jasmine, she's not even listening anymore. Look at her..."

Lyla: "Hey! I didn't even say anything!"

Clement: "No, but the word 'humanitarian' is practically written on your forehead! I'm telling you, that guy just wants to be left alone! He doesn't need your pity."

Lyla: "But... but... I'm not pitying him!"

Clement: "I think you get it..."

I don't really know what I think about that...

Clement: "Eh... Whatever... Are we gonna eat or what?"

Jasmine: "Oh... Ugh that's not good..."

Clement: "What? The food? You can say that again!"

Jasmine: "Nooo... I'm not talking about the food! Always thinking about your stomach! Look, Enzo and his gang are eyeing Henri."

Lyla: "What?!"

She's right, that dummy is motioning over to Henri with his chin, pointing like a twelve year old girl.

Enzo can be such a child when he wants to be. I'm definitely not gonna miss one second of this.

Clement: "Lyla, you're not going to get involved... Are you?"

I totally ignore his comment and turn my attention towards Enzo and his entourage of three who've surrounded Henri's table.

Enzo's "entourage" look like his clones. They are totally happy to have no individuality: like they all wear the same tracksuit, as if it's the "must have" item of the season.

And aside from that, they're all as dumb as bricks. Enzo is the self-proclaimed leader of the gang since he considers himself the most good looking.

Enzo: "Hey! Henri! Does it bother you if I introduce you to my buddies?"

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