Fuckin Bullshit

YEEZY

I was at lunch, trying to get lunch. Key word, 'trying'.
I was walking to a random table in the gigantic lunch room full of geeks, nerds, drama queens and high school jocks.
I dropped my pizza, and that was the moment I realized I fucked up, it was the day I realized I shouldn't have been there, the day I realized I was a dumb ass...
I found myself not being able to fit in with anyone so I sat down at the table near the window so that the sunlight was directly hitting the table and I ended up taking out my phone just to listen to Spotify.
I hadn't realized that Nathan had taken a seat at the other end of the table, so I just continued to tap my feet on the floor in sync with the songs I was so in to.

"Can you please stop tapping your feet, it's annoying the crap out of me."

"OH shit, sorry. I was listening to... music. It got to my head, sorry."

"I said please. Argh whatever. I'm a jerk and you're Erin, right? Nice to meet you."

He sticks out his white pale hand.
We make awkward eye contact and his eyes, Ooo they're this blue color with a lighter shade of green surrounding the pupil.
I pull my hand out from my pockets and touch the cold strong hands.

"So what are you listening to... I bet it's Kanye, haha"

"Yeah, how'd you know? You listen to him?"

"Well you are wearing a Yeezy shirt and you mentioned he's your favorite but yeah of course i like him, what's your favorite song?"

I immediately died on the inside.
I had to go because I had to sort out the whole locker shit

"Who Will Survive in America. Not a lot of people recognize his old work, but anyways it was cool meeting Nathan ll see you around?"

"Yeah, same, but we're in the same class, but yeahh..."
Next period, we had math, the teacher, Mrs. Mara chose our seats again and randomly placed me and Nathan next to eachother.
Another forty five minutes in the same proximity as him? Sure, sign me up.