Is it possible?

Chapter 3

The atmosphere of the last three days has been unusually tranquil. Curiously absent from our physics class, I suspect Vincent might have asked to switch subjects. It has led to a reduction in our interactions, Lorelei and I have also been using our lunch breaks for study sessions in the library, focusing on upcoming tests.

In the corridors between classes, I've managed to catch glimpses of Vincent a few times, though I'm confident he hasn't noticed me in return. 

Today breaks from our usual routine since our series of tests has wrapped up. We're switching things up by choosing the cafeteria for lunch. On our way there, Rory jokingly commented, "You know what? Those socks are so cool, I should get a matching pair."

My gaze initially remained forward, until Rory redirected my attention to my feet. Adorning them were the snug embrace of Spongebob-themed socks. The weather's recent chill prompted a wardrobe shift towards snug warmth.

Today I went with black leggings, an oversized grey hoodie, and my trusty black Converse high tops. Yeah, I know, kinda plain, but super comfy. On the other hand, Rory rocked a red tracksuit with a black tube top peeking out from under her zipped-up red hoodie.

Upon entering the cafeteria, we made our way over to our designated table. It's interesting how everyone seems to have their own spot for lunch; once you pick a seat at the beginning of the year, it becomes yours for the whole year. It's like an unspoken rule that everyone follows.

Our table happens to be situated near a corner of the cafeteria, and interestingly, Daniel and his group of friends occupy the table next to ours. I often tease Rory about it, and without fail, her face always turns a dark crimson red.

After leaving our belongings at our table, we join the lunch queue to grab our food.

"I kid you not, this food looks less and less appetising every day," Rory states, her expression contorting in distaste. One of the cafeteria staff catches her reaction and gives her a stern glare, to which she responds to with a forced smile.

"Emma, your nails are really pretty," Rory blurts out hastily, hoping to stay on the good side of the cafeteria staff.

Emma swiftly changes her expression, offering Rory a gentle smile, and then proceeds to serve her a larger portion of fries than usual.

As we step away from the queue, Rory leaps up in triumph.

"And that," she begins with a mouthful of fries, "is how you charm Emma."

I let out a chuckle, unintentionally loud enough for an entire table of freshmen to glance our way. My cheeks flush slightly, prompting me to turn my head and quicken my pace toward our table.

Taking our seats, we have a conversation that touches on the most unexpected topics.

Our discussion took a peculiar turn, originating from the idea of our school offering Krabby Patties, and moving on to the fact that people invested in TV shows with over 10 seasons probably have a boring life. I mean, seriously, "Grey's Anatomy"? An entire 17 seasons dedicated to hospital drama? 

As our conversation transitioned from one topic to another, my attention was drawn to Vincent's entrance into the cafeteria. He sauntered in with his characteristic smirk on full display. His outfit consisted of a well-worn leather jacket, a plain white t-shirt, and a pair of faded jeans, he seemed to effortlessly personify the edgy charm that often garnered attention.

Instantly, a chorus of giggles erupted from the girls around him, creating an almost magnetic effect. A few even approached him, their expressions a mix of admiration and flirtation. However, Vincent's response was consistent – he either brushed off their advances with an air of indifference or politely declined. Even the school's reigning queen bee, Blair, found herself met with the same treatment.