You Can Trust Me.

Chapter 3- Lunch Time.

Lunch. Finally a place where I can be alone. Well, not completely alone. I'm still in a room full of idiots, but at least I get a whole lunch table all to myself. A place where I can be alone. Just how I like it.

"That will be $3.99, miss Reed." the super nice lunch lady said to me. She was a friend of my moms, and she use to babysit me and my brother all the time. She's one of the three people, including myself, that know what actually happened when my mom and brother died. She wont say anything about it, though. I made her promise to keep her mouth shut. So, since she worries about me, she got a job at the school when I became a freshman, and she's watched over me since.

"Okay, Carmen." I smiled at her while rummaging through my back pack, looking for the four dollars I had.

"No money, no lunch, butter cup."

"What? But whenever I don't have my money, you always give me free lunch!"

"I know, butter cup. But the principal is starting to notice, so we have to lay low on the free lunch thing for a while."

'Ugh... alright." I groaned while searching for my money.

"Damn it..." I cursed under my breath.

Jesus Christ, Chris! If he didn't scare me out the house this morning, I might have remembered to bring my money!

"Carmen... I don't have the money." I said sadly.

"Sorry butter cup, no lun-"

"Lunch is on me." a familiar deep, smooth voice said from above me. I looked out of my back pack, and up at the person giving money to Carmen.

Collin.

"What are you doing here?" I sighed, annoyed at him. Did he not hear a word I said to him before?

"What am I doing here? Nothing, I'm just here to watch people eat food and to clean the floors." he said sarcastically, which made me laugh a bit.

"Cute laugh." he smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'll see you after school, Carmen." I smiled at her, while grabbing my lunch and walking away.

"Allison, wait!" Collin shouted after me, and caught up to me.

"What do you want?" I hissed at him.

"I still need to talk to you about this freak thing."

"You want to know so bad? Why don't you go ask anyone in this cafeteria. They all know the story." I sat down at my table while he sat next to me.

Why the hell is he sitting at my table?

"And why are you sitting here?" I asked rudely.

"I already did ask people, buttercup." he smirked.

"Don't call me that. And since you already asked people, then you should know the story. Now go away."

"No, buttercup, I don't know the story. They told me, but I want to hear it from you because I don't believe it. There must be more to it."

"I said don't call me that! And, why do you think that?"

"Because I know you wouldn't do such a thing."

"Oh, so now you think you know me? You don't know a damn thing about me!" I hissed at him.

"Calm down, buttercup. I'm not saying I know you. I'm saying from what I've picked up about you, you're not the type of person that would be the cause of their mother and bothers death. I don't think its your fault."