Story of Dreams

Dream 7

(image is of Sean by Kevin who's a pro baseball player just pretend he's a collage basketball player for the sake of me)

cheers, xoxo.

Going to get lunch was never something I was worried about until today. This was probably the day that I will never forget. And would you like to know why? Well let me tell you just what happened this very time at lunch.

We were walking in, my friends Jojo, or as we just call her Jo, and Katie and I we were on our way to lunch. As the three of us made our way in, I was in the middle, just minding our own business might I add. Then all of a sudden as we were walking towards the main line, we had already grabbed a plate, but as I turned around I came face to face with a boy, holding tomato soup that dumped all over my shirt, might I add that it was a white shirt.

At first I acted like any human and profusely apologized thinking it was all my fault.

"I am so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going and-" but then the jerk had the balls to cut me off and say this.

"Are you kidding me?? Can you watch where you are walking little person! God no I have to fucking get another bowl of soup because of you." He couldn't be serious could he? THIS was not my fault in any way. I was walking in the right direction unlike him who was going against the flow of the lunch line.

"Excuse me??" I yelled at his retreating back as he avoided the other soups, might I add, and go back to his friends who were laughing.

"I'm quite sure that YOU are supposed to be apologizing to me, because from what I'm gathering, this," I gestured to my top, now ruined, "was no accident. God you basketball players think you're such hot shit. Well guess what. You guys didn't even make it to the Sweet Sixteen, so you might want to step of your high horse sweet heart." God I was peeved. This little ass hat, sorry I don't tend to swear but this moment really called for it. I rolled my eyes at the one and only J.P and started walking away as the rest of the caf was either in complete shock or as the others started to clap for my come back.

"Yeah? Well...fuck you!" J.P said trying to show more of his authority.

"Aww sorry I hurt your feelings, go cry to your mommy now. Or better yet try going to someone in charge of the team since you get away with everything already am I right? God you're such a sleeze ball." I muttered the last part and kept walking towards the bathroom in attempts to get this off of me.

There was no way I could walk out of this bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror and just shook my head. My entire shirt was ruined. The red was starting to do that fade thing that red sauces do where it looks like an awkward watered down orange color. I took a deep breath and stared into my eyes in the mirror. "Okay you can do this. Just walk out and avoid eye contact but don't appear small." With that I walked out of the bathroom back into the caf.

Right as I turned the corner, I came face to face with a wall. Okay not a wall but this giant of a human who also happened to be on the basketball team.

"Please say you're not here to dump something on me too." I begged. I was tired with today already.

"Oh uh no, I was actually here to give you my sweatshirt and see if you were okay?" Sean said to me.

"Oh... uh yeah I'm okay. I really can't take your sweatshirt though." Shaking my hands at him.

"No please do, it's the least I can do to make up for J.P." he said shaking his head a little and forcing the sweatshirt into my hands.

I bit my lip looking down at the piece of clothing. I really didn't want to be wearing this dirty shirt everywhere. "Okay gimme a sec," I said giving into him.