"I'm tired," Carlie says, putting his head on the table with such force that his hair bounces up and down.
"Eat your food before the bell rings," I reply, placing my hand on his hair to fix it.
I can't help but touch his hair. It's incredibly soft since he has never dyed or straightened it.
"I'm tired," he repeats as I play with his hair.
"Then sleep. I'll wake you up later," I say, tapping his head before starting to eat my food.
I have just put a spoonful of rice in my mouth when someone suddenly walks toward us. His straight face and determined stride make me nervous, as if he's ready to punch someone.
I don't know if he's Carlie's friend or enemy.
He stops right in front of us and slams his hand on the table, it was kinda loud which scared me. "Carlie." I glance at Carlie and then back at him, making sure nothing bad will happen here.
"He's sleeping," I mumble nervously, hoping he can hear me.
But I feel Carlie moving beside me which makes me turn my head to look at him "What?" Carlie suddenly looks up, staring at the guy with a confused expression.
"Let's play soccer. We need someone on my team," he says, pointing somewhere, still maintaining his poker face.
I don't understand how he could ask help while having that expression. If we need someone's help, we will try to sound and look soft in front of that person, right?
"What do I get later?" Carlie asks, fixing his now messy hair after shaking his head.
"What do you want?" the guy asks, raising an eyebrow.
"Treat me after school," Carlie smiles, wiggling his eyebrows, making me shake my head.
"Deal." As soon as the word leaves his lips, Carlie jumps up and yells.
"Okay. Let's go," he says, looking at me.
I stare at him, confused. "But you said you were tired," I say, putting my spoon down.
"I'm full of energy now," he says, moving around to show off his renewed vigour.
"I'm not coming," I say, shaking my head.
"Do you want to be alone here?" he asks, moving closer and trying to put on a cute smile. "Let's go," he takes my hand and pulls me toward the field.
When we arrive, he lets go of my hand and turns to me. "Stay here. Don't go anywhere and shout my name if someone tries to hurt you," he says, pointing his index finger at my face.
I roll my eyes and sit on the bench, watching some boys already standing in the middle of the field. "Just go."
"Good girl," Carlie pats my head, and I quickly push his hand away.
I sigh after he finally leaves me alone, watching them as they high-five each other. I look to my side and see the Scorpios. I didn't know they were here, nor that they could play soccer.
Shaking my head, I try to remember the others' zodiacs. There are two Scorpios, one Gemini, two Aquarius, one Pisces, one Cancer, and a lot of strangers. I don't know most of them, only some of Carlie's friends who have talked to me before.
Honestly, it would have been better to sit alone in the cafeteria instead of here. I look around, hoping to find someone to talk to, even just to say hi. At least I could talk to someone.
I sigh as I see only popular girls standing near the boys' jackets, holding bottles of water and tissues, probably trying to impress and talk to them.
Putting my bag on my lap, I take out my phone to message my best friends. I want to talk to someone. I like being alone, but not here, surrounded by so many students.
