Blue

Chapter One

Thank you Ana for the cover. You really should check out her cover book, she makes amazing covers. 
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October, 2014

If you think school does not suck; you are either extremely nerdy or in a serious need of mental health assistance. And neither applied to me because school did suck for me; every bit of it, even hanging out with friends, or the food fights, or even the lunch break.

And here I was eating an apple, sitting on a table alone. Sure I had a lot of friends, I was popular in school; but I was a loner. I preferred sitting alone during lunch breaks; just get away from everyone for a moment at least.

"Can I sit?" I looked up; a girl in jeans and blue shirt was holding a tray with fries in it, standing across the table.

"Yeah, sure." I replied.
She quickly sat down.

She ate in silence as I took my time to check her out. She looked normal; like average normal. Normal looks, normal wardrobe, normal expressions.

"Oh, Audi T." She said with a mouthful of firs, meeting my hazel eyes with her own of the same color.

I quickly looked away.

"What?" I called.

She chewed fast and swallowed.

"Aditi. I'm Aditi." She said stuffing more fries in her mouth; must be really hungry.

"Hi." I said.

She put her fork down on the plate and looked at me. I missed something.

"Did I miss something?" I asked.

"No." She went back to her fries not meeting my eyes anymore.

Was I supposed to be friendly? Maybe. But I hadn't been unfriendly.

And if I were to start having conversations with everyone that walked by I wouldn't have been sitting there alone in the first place.

So, this was the new chick everyone was talking about. I didn't get why there was a fuss about her. She didn't look too pretty or too rich or too anything. She looked average, just like me.
Now, don't get me wrong; I'm not being a jerk. But why would boys make a fuss about a new girl joining mid-year? Only if she's super smart or super hot or super cute or super rich.
That was it. I was never going to get what it takes for a person to be talked about; you know, in a good way.

I was still looking at her. Smiling at how her nose twitched while she chewed as I took small bites of my apple.
Her black hair was tied in a ponytail and some of it from the front hung over; barring her eyes. Her fair skin had small lines of extra whiteness below the chin.

On a second thought; she looked pretty, maybe above average. Damn. I had brushed her off on our first conversation. Now I had to make up a conversation. Just something to let her know that I was not not-interested in her. Not that I was, but I could use a new friend just about now.

"You must really like fries." Shit. If there was anything that I'd learned about girls; it was that never talk about their eating habits. 

I noticed the corners of her lips turning up. She was smiling! 

"Yeah." She said. "You must really hate making friends."

Yeah, right.

"I have friends." I said quickly.

"Why are you alone, then?"

"Because I choose to. I choose to stay away from them for some time. Just be away from all the madness."

"Because you have friends?" She said with a look of disbelief.

"Yeah. Because I have friends."

She was silent for a moment; only producing low sounds of fork hitting the plate. Looking at her eat like that made me feel I should have chosen fries too. But that wasn't the thing ticking me off at the moment.

"So, you..." I paused to throw my apple core in the dustbin.
"Don't have friends?"

"Not any yet." She sighed.
Her facial expressions were stating that she needed help. All she wanted was a friend. And fries.

"I'm Samar, by the way." I said putting my hand forward.

She smiled and took it.

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~Hunt.