Spark

Chapter ten

At the end of second period i toss my Starbucks in the trash as I go out the door. My arms are loaded with a pile of make up work from the past two classes. I have so much it can't even fit in my bag anymore. God who do they think I am some crazy nerd who has no life except studying and doing work. I groan and shift the work in my arms well there go my next six weekends. It's not like I was going to make plans or friends or try to fit in anyway. As my mom would say;
'Busy work is still work so get it done!'
"Hello new friend" Greg comes up next to me as I make my way to the lunch room.
"Hello random person who keeps trying to be my friend."
"You know you should really frown more often that permeant smile on your face is too inviting" he says sarcastically.
"Thanks for the tip Dr. Phil" I roll my eyes.
He chuckles "finally someone with sarcasm to match my own Cassy is just too darn literal all the time"
I hold back a smile, keeping my depression bored and neutral i say "well she didn't seem to take my go away very literally."
"Oh that's just Cassy" he gestures with his hands "always wanting to be friends and help, you can't stop her it's just who she is" he pauses thinking for a moment "trying to stop her would be like trying to make Brendan Urie not totally fuckin hot, it's just impossible" he shrugs as if he did not just come out to me.
I freeze
"Did you just say Brendan Urie?!" I ask trying to hold back a wave of inner fangirl.
"Wait you like Panic?!" He doesn't even try to stop the fanboy wave and he starts to freak out "OHMIGOD I LOVE THEM SO FREAKING MUCH NO ONE HERE EVEN KNOWS THEM AND IM JUST SITTING HER SILENTLY FANBOYING ALL THE TIME AND JUST UGH OH MY GOSH FINALLY SOMEONE TO TALK TO ABOUT P!ATD AND MCR AND PTV AND FOB AND TØP AND FREAKING GERARD WAY AND BRENDAN URIE AND VICK FUENTES AND AGHHHHH I CANT EVEN RUGHT NOW!!!" He turns to me hyperventilating "SAY SOMETHING!"
I stand there speechless "you just about summed up my life in one rant" I say then my walls go back up where they belong "but this does not mean we're friends" I add slightly firmer.
"Ohhhhhhhh" he squeals "I mean Awww oh no we are defiantly not going to become best friends for life" he fake pouts.
I roll my eyes but keep walking along side him. While I walk I work on organizing my feelings and shoving them back where they belong. Off my face and into my head.
"Hm?" Greg asks offering me an ear bud.
I stare at it for a second before taking it and I have no chance at stopping the huge smile that breaks out on my face and i begin quietly singing the lyrics so only I can hear
"You told me think about it well I did! And I don't wanna feel a thing anymore! I'm through with begging for the things that I want! I'm over sleepin like a dog on the floor!"
Greg looks over and smiles "you like?"
"Yeah whatever" I shrug not wanting to let him win.
"You love." He grins and I hold back the urge to punch him in places where the light don't shine.
'His organs!' A little sarcastic voice in my head pops up.
'God Im even sarcastic to myself' I roll my eyes.
"You buying lunch?" Greg asks
I don't respond I just walk with him to the lunch line.
I get the Caesar salad and a bottle of naked.
"Ew a girls getting naked I think I'm gonna puke" he jokes.
"Haha very funny Catelin Jenner" I smirk.
"Hey I'm gay not transsexual there's a difference" he says seriously.
"I know I just couldn't think of a famous gay guy other than Blane from glee who isn't even gay in real life"
He chuckles "fair enough"
"Do I have to sit with you guys again?" I groan knowing that if I do I'll actual become friends with this hilarious, band obsessed, dorky, perfect, loser.
"Do you want to be stalked and hinted like the prey of a puma?" He quirks an eyebrow.
"Yes because I enjoy people hunting me down" I roll my eyes holding back another smile.
"Alright come on then puma meat let's try not to get you killed today."
"Well I think Cassy puts the expression kill with kindness into literal use" I chuckle to myself.
"Let's hope not because God forbid someone it actually nice to you" he pretends to swoon at the thought.
"Yes." I put the back of my hand to my forehead as we step out of the lunch room into the quad "God forbid!"
And just like that.
I feel his eyes on me again.