The Hair Tie

Chapter 2

It was the period I was dreading the most.

Lunch.

My choices were eating by myself in a bathroom or at a table in the cafeteria, going out to eat, or not eating and just sitting in the library..

Hm, choices, choices. Life has so many choices. Maybe I could write about that?

Life is full of choices. Or maybe, life is choice itself.

Well, that was deep, but it was definitely going on the top of my possibility list.

I decided that I'd eat lunch when I got home later, so I made my way to the library.

However, a particular black-haired boy blocked my way. I looked up and glared at him. "Can I help you?"

Aidan laughed a little. "Wow, what happened to the chill girl I met just four periods ago?"

"She mistakenly let her guard down around this boy who she wants nothing to do with," I responded. I hoped that would scare him off, but I thought wrong.

He put his hands up in surrender but didn't give up. "Are you okay?"

I felt a sudden pang of guilt. I was being so rude, yet he still asked if I was okay. I shouldn't be mad at him. He didn't know what happened. Why was I being a bitch?

Nevertheless, I knew it was better not to be in any sort of friendship or relationship. So, I kept my act up, hoping he'd just go away. "That's none of your business, now is it?"

I sidestepped and walked passed him. Of course, I happened to be partnered up with a persistent five-year-old.

"C'mon, you can talk to me! I know we only met today, but I already consider us friends." He followed me until I got to the front of the library and stopped. "Why are we here? Let's go to the cafeteria." He gently gripped the crook of my arm and started walking in the direction of the cafeteria.

Though I wanted to get along with him, it really seemed like he was intent on making me his friend. I couldn't let that happen, and being rude was the only way I could handle this.

I pulled away and stared at him, using my eyes to practically plead for him not to drag me there.

I didn't want to tell him the reason why I wanted to go to the library, that I had no friends.

I wished that he would just leave me alone.

He saw the look in my eyes and his eyes softened. But alas, he was a stubborn asshat.

Realizing that I had no other choice, and I didn't have the will to fight back any longer, I reluctantly let him drag me away. Not without a quick kick to the leg, though.

He made a pathetic sound, but then shut his mouth to pretend that it didn't hurt. "Pft, that was a lousy kick."

"Oh yeah? That look on your face tells me otherwise." I smirked, feeling triumphant.

The air in the lunch room was so stuffy. Almost every table was filled, but there were a select few that actually weren't. We were heading towards one of them right now.

When we were in the proximity of the table, I could feel like I was in the wrong area, that I didn't belong.

I halted before taking another step, refusing to sit with people who seemed popular and snobby. Or just people that I knew I wouldn't fit in with.

Aidan looked at me expectantly. We were only a couple of feet from the table. I vigorously shook my head in a last ditch effort to avoid the awkwardness.