One Bite

Two - Patrick

                                                                                           Small Desires

   

   "She's cute, right?" Tom crosses his arms over his chest, nodding to the new girl.

   I look up from my lunch, most of which is already gone, and across at her. A little dainty thing, with red hair and shifty eyes. She has more freckles than I can count spread across her face. 

  "Cute face, nice body," I shrug.

   "I bet each freckle counts for a soul she's consumed," Miles states and when I glance at him, he stops himself from staring dreamily at her and instead, he grins and raises an eyebrow in my direction.

   "Hilarious," I shake my head, unable to stop a little smile.

   Miles always has that effect on people. He's definitely the clown of the school, who spends more time joking than anything else - he's also considered somewhat of a nerd, but he's likeable enough that no one bothers to make fun of him for anything too serious.

   "I know, when am I gonna get my own show?" He sighs.

   "I like the idea of never," Tom rolls his eyes.

   On the other spectre, Tom is always serious. He rarely jokes about anything, preferring to keep things as real as possible. He smiles plenty and a lot of people like him, but I find myself unsure sometimes. In fact so unsure a lot of the time that I wonder why I continue to let him hang out with us.

   "I think she's gorgeous," Miles sighs, propping his head up with his fist, elbow on the table.

   "You'd think a dog in a dress, wearing make-up would be gorgeous," I laugh, shaking my head.

   He shrugs. "Well, the right dog, the right outfit, who knows? Would depend on the breed too, I guess."

   I splutter, shaking my head and standing. "This is why you shouldn't be allowed pets, ever."

   I listen to them talking amongst themselves as I walk away, heading towards the trash can. As I tip away my leftovers, I turn to glance around the cafeteria. The usual noise and distractions all around me - for some reason, today they give me a headache. I just feel tired. With a sigh, I bounce my way back to the table, to sit for the remaining time of lunch.

  "Why not go talk to her?" I suggest, not really to either of them.

   Miles pulls a face. "Yes, cause what I want today is definitely some pepper spray to the face."

   "Yeah, you'd best just leave it to the professionals," Tom smirks, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he eyes her up.

   As if able to tell, she shifts uncomfortably in her seat, eyes still fixated on the book in front of her. She chews on her nails, her right foot tapping constantly and with her other hand, she rubs the back of her neck.

   "Because the professionals definitely just sit and stare at girls," I tut.

   He scowls. "I've already talked to her, I just don't want her to think I'm desperate." 

   "She might not think it, but I do," I laugh.

   There's something enjoyable about winding Tom up. He's always just a little too far on the touchy side, he's more of a girl than most of the girls in the whole damn school. As I chuckle to myself, his twin suddenly enters. I find myself sitting up slightly and Miles gives me a quick jab with his elbow in my side, as if trying to alert me to her presence - like I wouldn't notice.