Him and Me.

Him and Me- Eight.

The sounds of feet shuffling, voices and laughter filled the hallways as the bell rang signaling it was time for lunch. I contributed only to the sound of shuffling feet, having Tyler nowhere to be found. It wouldn’t be a good picture if I talk and laugh while walking alone now, would it? Right, so I made my way silently to my locker.

It has been a while since I’ve eaten lunch with Tyler. I wasn’t really missing it though, he bummed breakfast from me again this morning. I just accepted the fact that as long as Tyler was going to be my ride, my mom would have to make extra breakfast for the pig-like appetite he has. My mom didn’t seem to mind either, she was actually quite happy to have Tyler over. Probably because she was missing Matty and his humungous desire for food as well.

Once I had placed my stuff inside my locker, I headed to the direction of the cafeteria, thinking about the events that happened in chemistry class. Colby was there again early, sleeping before class. I couldn’t help but think that there has to be something going on for him to be always in school that early. Surely it was not possible that he’s like the nerds who always wanted to be on class in time, as if their seats will suddenly develop legs and run away from them.

Ms. Flirt didn’t sit beside Colby during class, which made me wonder again what he said to her. Must be something really sinister. Today, I think he actually asked Hannah Smith to sit next to him. Remember, nerd extraordinaire? Why on earth would they be sitting next to each other if Colby didn't ask? Surely Hannah wouldn't sit next to him purposely, she certainly didn't do so yesterday. They look quite good sitting there together, their clothes matched. Both of them were wearing green—on Colby a green shirt that brought out his eyes even more, and on Hannah a shapeless green plaid dress with matching green socks. 

He answered another question correctly today, this time it was about colligative properties. I answered a few ones too, so did Hannah. Still he shot me glances over his shoulder, just like yesterday. I still find them mildly aggravating, but not as distracting. Maybe I was finally learning how to tune out those green stares. Those deep, mesmerizing green stares. 

Lost yet again in my thoughts, I dragged my feet until I was in front of the cafeteria’s entrance doors. I was about to push through the doors when I felt a hand tug gently at my ponytail. Feeling slightly annoyed, I turned around, ready to give whoever it was that tugged my ponytail a piece of my mind. My eyes fell on a white-shirted chest, making me raise my eyes. Grey met sparkly brown, and my irritation vanished.

“You going in?” Kyle asked, a smile lighting up his face. I smiled back and nodded. With that, Kyle stepped in front of me and opened the door. Holding it open, he waved me first to get in, bowing slightly. I crossed my arms, letting a quiet laugh escape. He was acting like one of those gents you read about in historical novels. Playing along, I curtsied, pretending to grab on an invisible skirt, and walked gracefully (well, as gracefully as I could manage) into the cafeteria. I heard Kyle laugh as he caught up with me, releasing the doors from his hold. I didn’t realize how close he was until I felt his breath on my ear. It tickled as he huskily whispered, “We should totally try out for theatre.” 

I could just imagine how low he should’ve bent down to reach my ear. I nodded my agreement, ignoring the slight tingles I felt when his breath brushed my ear. “Yeah, we definitely should,” I said, surprised by how normal my voice sounded considering the tingles. “Preferably Shakespeare.”

Kyle nodded his head in response. He then placed his hands on my shoulders and steered me to the lunch line. Luckily there weren’t too many people in line yet. I suddenly felt really hungry as I eyed the concoctions the lunch ladies would be serving today. I spotted pizza. Oh thank heavens. You can’t go wrong with pizza. Kyle seemed to share my sentiment as he picked up four slices of pepperoni pizza onto his tray. He then grabbed a plate of spaghetti and meatballs, a slice of apple pie, a small carton of milk and a bottle of water. Perhaps noticing my slightly amused expression, Kyle turned to me and looked at my tray. I had two pizza slices, a banana, and bottled water. From my tray, his gaze moved to his tray, then settled on my face with mischievous eyes.