The jock and the nerd. Or not

Day 48 (Monday)

"One cheese slice please," I asked.

I was having lunch at a pizza place near me school. And I was usually the only one coming here, because my classmates found it too expensive. Except today, Oliver was here. What was he doing here?

I payed, got my food, and started eating.

Was he here for me? He obviously knew that I was practically the only student that ever came here.

But apparently, he wasn't there for me. Because he finished his bagel and left. Without even noticing my existence.

Later that day, I went to orchestra practice. For some reason, it was more fun than usual.

We played for an hour or so, and then we had a little break. I took out a cereal bar because I was hungry.

"Can I get a bite?" asked a younger looking guy.
"Sure," I said, handing him my bar.
"Thanks," he replied, his mouth full.
"No problem."
"You're Rose, right?" he asked.
"Yup, and you are..."
"Leo. I'm in sixth grade."
"Gotcha." I answered.

For the rest of the orchestra practice, we talked and hung out. At the end of it, he hugged me goodbye.

"See you tomorrow," he told me.

He seemed like a really nice guy. What if?