One Boy, One Chance, One Shot

Chapter 7

"Hey, wait up!" I heard a voice scream. I was already walking away, since that voice was strangely familiar.

"No!" I screamed back, only speeding up. This was the only time the hallways were full: lunch break. I was able to get away from my locker in time, but Jess was trying to get to me. I just couldn't let that happen. It was quite hard to squeeze through the crowd, especially since some of them put on too much cologne, but I had to get away from him. Whatever was happening to my memory, my brain, I just knew it had to do something with him.

"Wait up!" I heard, though his voice was too distant. I was finally loosing him. The high school hallways were always packed with students around this time, and it seemed as if the lockers never ended. Then again, we were one of the most popular high schools in America. We were also supposed to have uniforms, but we got rid of them two years ago: black with red, not a color most teenagers agreed with. I was just fine with it, yet they still complained. They always have something to complain about.

The hallways were packed with posters of mascots on the walls, some petitions, some posters with different clubs... I attended three of the clubs: drama, chess and gamers. Yeah, gamer club sounds weird for high school, and yet again we weren't really allowed to have it, so we were only allowed one or two sessions a week, which clearly wasn't enough. We kept the classes in the "basement" of the school, and we were quite happy there. You know, unnoticed. The room did have cracks in it, and the tables were all dusty, but when you concentrate on killing ogres, you don't really pay attention to your surroundings.

I went to lunch, certain I got rid off Jess.

Our dining room was the usual: yellow walls with huge windows, tables that expanded out of view and a cheering noise that hurt your head. It only increased my headache, that I thought passed. Well, I was wrong.

I got hit by the smell of uncooked veggies and meat, and the line couldn't be longer. I went through my bag to find my lunch ID, but fishing wasn't enough. I went through the hidden pockets, and couldn't find it. Without the ID, I couldn't eat, and right now, even if the smell was anything but welcoming, I was dying of hunger. I then found it in my jean pockets.

As I passed my card and it beeped with a green light, I dunked for a platter. I picked up a bottle of water, a lettuce salad, and reluctantly went with the huge steak with side of fries. I didn't really like fries, not my idea for food for brains, but I didn't have anything else. I didn't pick up any dessert: the last thing I needed was extra sugar.

I went to sit next to one of the nerds in my gamer class, but just as I said "hey," he took his headphones off, blushed, an ran away with his platter. Weird. Dan always liked to talk to me. Guess he didn't feel like it today.

I went back up and say next to Roger an Blake, a couple from my drama class.

"Heya folks!" I said, trying to sound cheerful. Blake looked up at me, her green eyes searching my face while Roger sniffed up the scent of his food.

"I don't think I can eat this." He said with a smear of disgust, then pushed his platter to his side.

"So, what's new with you guys?" I asked, desperately trying to make them talk to me, and conjure one of their long philosophical talks, just so I could take my mind off yesterday.

"Well," Blake started enthusiastically, but then stopped with her mouth open, swinging her fork in her hand. Roger swallowed loudly.

"What?" I said with a smile.

"Hey nerds, miss me?" He said. He sat next to me and put his arm around me.

"No, no, not so very much." Roger stuttered.

"I act-" Blake started before she got cut off.

"Could you excuse us got a bit?"

They both took their platters and ran off. Such a jerk.

"What do you want Jack?" I blurted out, rolling my eyes. I thought he got the memo. Apparently he didn't.

"I want to ask you if you want to go out with me again." He said, showing me his white teeth. His eyes flamed with desire, but I just wanted to push him away. He was a jock, the head of the football team. We had one date a year ago, and I broke it off. He was too macho for me.

I took a glance around the crowded room, amazed that nobody came to sit at our table. "You're not my type jack. I remember telling you this a year ago." I said sharply.

"Well, I think I'm just not over you yet." He said, hovering his head. His thick eyebrows narrowed down, and along with his spiked up dirty blond hair, he really looked like a badass. His lips spread in a pressed smile, showing his silver lip ring.

"Well too bad," I said, getting close to his face, "cause my answer is still no." And with that, I pulled free of his arms and walked away.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" He said, looking at me, one leg on each side of the bench, his hand next to my platter.

I went back to him as a hint of contempt crossed his face. I grabbed my water bottle, poured some in my glass, then dumped the whole thing on his head. I was in no mood to do this. At least this was better than slapping him.

"I lost my apatite." And with that I walked away.

A/N: In the pic folder is hunter parrish as Jack :) Would you date him or not? comment down below with what you think! comment/vote/share?