***BONUS***
Today wasn't much of an exception, it was Wednesday, the middle of the week. Halfway there, the day after tomorrow would be Friday. I slept in later than my alarm so I wasn't in the happiest of moods. I wore jeans, and a t-shirt that read, "We are nothing among the stars," along with a pair of ancient shoes.
I was at a lunch table in the corner of the cafeteria, sitting down. My lunch was in a brown paper bag, crumpled and a little mushy after being shoved in my gym locker. (I had gym right before lunch.) My "friend" if you could call her that. Cindy, was in my 3rd, and 12th period classes, she was nice, but it was just one of those things. You become friends with someone over the school year just to survive not being a complete loner. Then summer hits and you never talk again. She was nice with curly black hair, and almond skin. Very pretty. I'd just met her this year, so it wasn't really like I had known her in past school years. She sat down while I had just opened up my sandwich to take a bite out of it.
"Hey girl, how's your morning been?"
"Depressing."
She gave me a look, and smiled at me. Plopping her foam tray on the circular lunch table she picked up her fork and pushed around the mushy macaroni. "Well that's lovely, but on a better note mine has been awesome!" She pushed a forkful of rice and peas in her mouth, "Guess what happened to me 4/5?" She said, a bit muffled from all the food she had crammed in her mouth.
We awkwardly looked around, as we ate more of our lunch and she told me about her day, then a boy came up to our table. His jeans were long and dorky, but not in a messy way, in more of a cute way. I noticed him right away, our grade, and I kinda knew him from previous years. We weren't really friends, but we were friendly towards each other when we spoke.
His hands shook and his fingers were tying themselves up in each other, before he finally just slapped them down on his sides. He looked at me, completely ignoring Cindy, "Sooo, I was wondering. . ." His eyes kinda wondered, "If maybe, I don't know how do this."
He sat down next to me, leaning against the side of the table. Cindy had stopped eating and was patiently sitting there staring at us. "Do I ask you if you want to be my girlfriend first, or do I ask you if you want to go on a date first?"
Date. Was he serious? He couldn't possibly be. I wasn't pretty, I wore dark and depressing clothes so I wouldn't get noticed. I was socially awkward, and didn't really like people. He's staring at me. O gosh, he's staring at me. What do I do? What do I say?" "Sure." Sure. Sure to what? What did I just commit myself to?
"So, you want to go on a date first? Is that it?"
The first thought that came to mind was, "no." Maybe this was a joke. Maybe I'd say yes and a bunch of boys would jump out and start laughing at me. "Sure - ?"
His eyes lightened up immediately, "Okay, great! I'll talk to you on the bus today? I'm supposed to be in band right now, I asked to go to the bathroom."
Yes? This wasn't a joke? Awesome. He got up and walked back through the double doors. Cindy looked at me with grin on her face. "And who was that?"
"Just a friend, he's on my bus."
