The jock and the nerd. Or not

Day 25 (Saturday)

I was in my room, thinking. 

*flashback*

It was Wednesday, at lunch. I was getting my food when I heard a familiar voice. I turned around. Oliver was standing right behind me. My heart started beating hard and fast. Really hard. Really fast.
Maybe he had followed me here. We were in a restaurant where barely anyone ever came but me.

"Miss, miss!"

I turned back around. One of the servers was talking to me.

"Your meal is ready."
"Ok, thanks."

I took the wrapped up meal and looked around me. Oliver had disappeared.
I went back to school to eat; I was supposed to meet some friends there.

When I got to the cafeteria, I sat down with my classmates and started eating.

"Hey, Oliver, come eat at the cool kids' table," said Liv, one of the girls I was eating with.

I turned around. Oliver was there. Was he following me?

"Nah," he replied.

He sat down by himself on a table next to ours.

"Come on Oliver, come sit with us!"
"Fine."

He moved to our table.
He looked at the paper bag in which my meal had been wrapped. There was Hebrew writing on it.

"What is this?" Oliver asked.
"Hebrew,"  I answered.
"The language of the Jews."
"Don't you know that? Everyone knows that!" Liv teased.
"Well, to me, all those religions are just a pile of crap," he snapped.

There was a long silence.

"Hey, guys, let's play cards!" suggested Liv.
"Wanna play card games with us?" Liv asked Oliver.
"Nah."

*end of flashback*

Oliver is an uncultured jerk.