Tea Time

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Jake wasn't the best at math and I'm not trying to brag but like my I'm quite good at math. He would literally ask me for help every 3 minutes, it felt rather good to have someone talk to me. I mean like for all I know he could be using me but I couldn't care less, he was talking to me, good enough! The rest of my classes flew by, and then came my worst nightmare, lunch.
Just walking down the cafeteria stresses me, I mean I may be a loser but that doesn't mean nobody judges you. I normally ate in the library, our librarian Mrs. Millers understood why I was rather afraid of the cafeteria. However if for some reason I can't go to the library I have no choice but to sit alone in the library. I'm not going to lie, I may pretend like I don't care but I'm actually quite sensitive. I actually envy everyone in my school, just because they have friends, unlike me. Anyways so our school has this odd rule that everyone's got to eat in the cafeteria on the first day of school. I peek into the cafeteria door, it's jam-packed everyone seemed excited to be meeting their friends after the summer break. I spotted Jake, with his friends, maybe if I walked past him he'd notice me. Nervously I drag myself down the aisle praying that he'd notice me. His eyes fell on me, but then he turned away and didn't even give me a second glance. My heart sunk and a series of negative thoughts began to pour through my mind. What if it was a dare? What if he was just using me? It could've been a bet? Feeling empty and rejected I pulled myself to an empty chair. I struggled to hold back the tears, maybe I didn't care about guys that much but this one time I genuinely thought that we were or could be really good friends or at least just friends, but I guess not because nobody would like me or even want to spend their free time hanging out with me.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 21, 2015 ⏰

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