Polka Dots

4.| hey, be nice

Delilah:

Today is the day. The day i break out of my shell and way out of my comfort zone.

It's Monday. My first day of eating lunch with Max and his friends. I'm not sure why, but I'm really nervous.

Probably because I haven't eaten lunch with people-other than Max-in two years.

When I arrived got to this town, friends were the least of my worries. Now it's not the same. I feel the need to go out of my tedious way and try. If not for Max's sake, then for mine.

As much as I'd love too, being rude and ditching is not something I'll be able to do. I know it would piss Max off and for someone reason I couldn't bring myself to do that.

He's been nothing but nice, albeit annoying, to me. This week is the least I could do for him.

As I come out the shower i stand in my closet looking for something decent to wear. Usually I wouldn't care and simply throw on a random T-shirt and some jeans but today felt different.

I picked out a pair if faded jean shorts and a plain v-neck that fit snugly on me. I also pulled out my cleanest converse.

Heading over to my vanity desk I looked at all the unopened, unused make up products. Shaking my head, I decided it would be too much and started on my hair.

Light brown and very long, I brushed my hair straight down my back. On a good day-which were the first few days after wash day- it went down my back to the crease above my butt. Today it frizzed up a little, hiding at least an inch of hair. I neatly wrapped in a loose ballerina bun.

I applied some mascara to make my Asian eyes pop and relied on regular old lip balm.

Slipping on some socks and then my shoes I grabbed my bag, making my way out to the kitchen.

"Here ya go. I packed you a chicken sandwich, goldfish, a granola bar and some fruit." Mum handed me over a brown paper bag.

"Mum, that's a lot. Did you pack any juice?" I questioned.

"It's in the fridge, keeping cold. Do you want breakfast?"

"Nah, no thanks. I'm gonna head out for school." i shoved my lunch and drink in my bag.

"At least take an apple." Mum called. I grabbed a small apple out the bowl before leaving.

As I made my way to school I chomped noisily on the juicy apple. Approaching the school, I trashed the apple.

"Hey, wife. What's brings you here so early? And--" Max stopped talking and stood in front on me examining my outfit.

"What?" I fidgeted under his gaze.

"You look different. Hair cut? No. Make up? Definitely not. Clo-yep, definitely the clothes. Miss Deli, did you dress different to impress my friends?" A sly smile graced his lips.

"What? No." A small blush formed on my cheeks.

"Yeah, right." He snorted. "I haven't seen you wear shorts or a shirt like that before. I can see your chest!"

I instinctively pulled up my shirt a little. "Then stop looking." I scowled.

"It's not so bad. I like it." He finalized.

"Great." I muttered, but I secretly meant it. If he liked it his friends would also, right?

"Come on, I'll walk you to class." He smirked. I rolled my eyes but walked next to him down the hall.

• • •

"Now remember just smile and be polite, alright?"

"I got it, Max. This isn't my first rodeo." I assured him.