It's My Crazy Life

Chapter Eight

"Who is Weill?"

That is the simple question I asked them and they were all like some dumb monkeys looking at me incredulously.

But the guy sitting beside the blonde ignored my question and called Smith, catching his attention.

"What bro, what is she doing on our table?" The guy who was busy making out with his girlfriend asked Smith.

The guy looked totally irritated with my presence. That much I could easily tell by his expressions. But Smith ignored him and sat down comfortably on his seat and offered me a chair beside him.

"She will be sitting with us from now onwards. Get habitual of it, Drake." He picked up a can of coke and started gulping it down along with munching on some French fries.

All the while not even caring about the daggers his friends were sending in my way. Oh God...help me!

"Hannah, meet my buddies. These two who were busy sucking their faces off are Drake and Victoria. Say hello guys." He gave both of them a stern look which made them both obey and in return got me a cut short 'hello there' back.

"The person next to Drake is Adam, he is really a cool guy and the best of us all and also the one who injured you in the park." Ya..like I will ever forget him.

I smiled a bit while greeting him and he did the same.

"The one who welcomed you with her sass is Alex, she is my best buddy Nathan's current girlfriend. Wait, what number is she buddy...seventh or eighth?" Smith winked in the direction of Nathan and that's when I really noticed his presence.

Trying to dodge Smith's claim on his number of girlfriends and trying to avoid my gaze.

And that was the moment when I suddenly realized something.

What am I doing sitting along with these people? Means like what?

What am I thinking.....talking with Smith.

How can I forget that Smith is Nathan's best friend. If Nathan is a playboy and treats girls like some trash, then so is Smith.

Nathan is the one who broke my best friend's heart and still treats her bad. I can't do this to Lisa.

I can't be friends with his group, which includes people like Nathan who have humiliated my best friend, who is more like a sister to me.

Of course Smith is charming and I like him and all....But do I really want to get involved with him and his buddies.

Those who don't even care about others feelings.

Am I getting deceived by his looks and gestures of kindness?

I need time.

I need my peace of mind to think about all this.

I need to be away.

I at once stood up from my seat and gathered my bag from the floor, which got me their attention once again.

"Sorry.....but I have to leave." Without even a second glance towards the group who must be thanking the lord for my departure I left the cafeteria.

I went out and kept on walking until I reached my haven.

My shelter, my escape from all these worries. Backside of our school yard in the nearby forest which is covered with tall, bushy Pine trees.

The place was calm. It was silent and covered in the shelter of dense pine trees, making the rays of the sun seep through them and grace the land with their serviceable light. The wind was blowing around me and with it my involuntarily hair, making me adjust them and cover a comforting hand around myself, guarding from the outside cold.