My Best Friend...The Keeper?

Lunch Time Fun Time?

Everyone shuffled in for lunch, I headed for my table on the side of the room. My teeth bit into the red apple slowly as I took everything in. All the jocks filed in, in a clump of testosterone. Every one of them had a cheerleader under their arm.

All except one.

The new guy.

He looked like he didn't even want to be near them.

His blue eyes scanned the room, they caught me staring. His face split into an excited smile. I scrunched my eyebrows and looked down.

'No. More. Eye. Contact.' I scolded myself.

A few minutes passed full of bustling around , chipper high-pitched laughs. The usual sounds that could lull me to sleep.

A plastic plate clattered against the table, my eyes shot up dangerously fast. Silence fell over the entire room.

Letterman jacket stood over me with a kind smile.

"What are you doing?!" I hissed.

"Hey bro, why are you talking to 'it'?" The quarterback, Sam, exclaimed.

Ignoring Sam completely, Letterman took the seat across from me.

"I never told you my name, Aphra." He smiled and picked up his own apple.

Slowly everyone sat down and began to mumble. My eyes were hard against his, radiating how pissed I actually was.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I snapped.

He looked up sharply, his eyes becoming as equally threatening as mine.

"I have no real friends, nor will I ever here. You have no friends at all, no offense. Is it bad that I'm trying to be nice?" He bit back.

"Yes, it is bad. I don't want your sympathy, Letterman."

"It isn't sympathy, Aphra, it's kindness. Sorry you don't recognize it."

"Aren't you going to leave?"

"I don't give up that easy, now what's your name?"

"Why should I tell you, maybe I don't like your kindness."

"HEY! Come over here dude, we have team stuff to talk about." Sam exclaimed.

Letterman looked down in exhaustion, "I'm not done with you." He said threateningly.

I waved him off as he picked up his plate and walked over to the rest of the jocks. For once I felt the feeling I never thought I would ever feel, lonely. Why the hell did he have to come over here and try to make nice? And why did I have to be such a bitch?