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Why? Ch. 6 Stalker?

Chapter 6: Stalker?

Tristan and I decided to meet during lunch at my table so we can get to know each other better. And yes. I call it 'my' table. I was the only one sitting on there for three, going four years now.

'Or maybe it will become 'my' and 'Tristan's' table.' I thought. I began to feel hopeful at that.

My mood dropped when I thought,'Wait. Am I really considering the thought of Tristan staying with me during lunch the whole school year? For all I know, he's just nice to me so he won't get a hater this year. He can just be nice enough to be a friend now so I won't feel lonely and then he will ditch me and go to his other friends. He can start bullying me right after ditching me.'

'I can't just make rash judgements to people I hardly know. I have to get to know him better. And I definitely have the chance during lunch.' I thought just before the bell rang, signaling lunch.

I got up and gathered my things. I then went to the cafeteria and paid for my lunch.

My foster father leaves me lunch money on the counter every morning. He started doing it before my foster mother left us. I think it just stuck to his head.

'I still don't get it though. Why does he leave me money? Is that the way he shows that he cares? Why does he beat me? If he cares, why doesn't he just stop?' I stopped thinking there so a simple thought will become 'mind wars'.

I was already at my table and didn't see Tristan there.

'I knew it. He was having second thoughts on meeting me.' I thought grimly.

I just sat down and ate my lunch. Half way through it, I was looking at the doors to see if he was coming. The doors burst open and he came in.

'Oh. He did want to meet me. He's just late.'

He bought his lunch and strode his way to me.

He smiled at me and sat down opposite of me.

"Hey! Sorry for being late. A girl stopped me." he said.

"Hi. Let me guess. She was a gossiper." I could only think it was one of the GQs.

"Yeah." (knew it.) "So, how about we get to know each other better by asking questions alternately?" He said.

"Okay. Sure. You can go first." I said while nodding my head.

"Okay. So, what's your favorite color?" he asked.

"Blue. Yours?" I answered.

"Black." he answered. "What is the most favorite thing you like to do?" he asked.

I thought about that one. I don't usually do stuff. "That would probably be reading. It calms my mind. How about you?" I asked. I can only imagine it being a sport. The thought of it, I smiled.

He smiled and said,"It's playing basketball." (And there it is.) My smile got wider. "It's my favorite sport too. What's you favorite flower?" he continued and asked.

I answered him,"Petunias. I think they're pretty." I paused."And judging by the fact that you're a guy, you don't have ay favorite flower. Or do you?" I said with a little smirk. He shook his head. I continued,"Okay. So, what's your kind of music?"

We asked and answered each other till the end of lunch. We said bye and parted ways.

I learned a lot about Tristan today. He didn't ask me very personal questions (which I am grateful for).

My opinion on him now: he's nice.

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I was walking home from school, when I got a feeling that someone was watching me. I turned my head and saw no one. I continued on walking, but I still had that feeling.