Never Again.

Part 8; Auditorium

I was outside the door of the auditorium listening if there was anybody inside, I couldn't hear anybody, so I pushed open the door and sat down. There was a musty smell, oddly comforting. Ignoring it, I reached behind me for my bag, with my baguette inside, but instead I felt a leg.

Wtf! A leg?! I could have sworn I was alone! It turns out the leg belonged to a tanned, dark floppy haired, dark dark brown eyed, Spanish new- guy, who also thought he was alone. He had a guitar case with him, so I can only imagine he was about to play something when I startled him.

I must have grabbed quite hard because he said "Owwww! WTF!"
I started to rub his tanned leg as an attempt to soothe it. Don't worry, I stopped as soon as I realised what I was doing!

To hell with first impressions! Why do I suck at this!

Me: I'm so sorry! I was trying to reach for my baguette...

Him: No, its my fault, I should have been more aware of my surroundings.

Me: No. Its me. It is definitely me. I suck at life. My mum sucked at life. My dad sucks at life. I am in the weirdos clique, so I suppose it all fits. Like, how hard is it to get a freaking baguette out of my bag, without grabbing someone with really smooth floppy brown.... oh crap! See I'm doing it again! Sucking at conversations!
Him : Really smooth what now?

Me: Hair. *tries to keep dignity* I was going to say hair.

Him: Thanks?

Me: Soooo... what clique are you in?

Him: Weirdos

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I'm cutting it here because 1.) I am making a fool of myself, and 2.) He must be kidding! How can he be in the weirdos clique?
I must be sniffing some sharpies or something because this is impossible!

He basically looks like a popular,
He should be a popular,
He is a popular,
He is just messing with me.
He thinks my loneliness is a joke!

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Me: Aren't there only two weirdos?

Him: Yes.

Me: So you are lying to me! Shame on you.

Him: I am one and you are the other.

Me: Oh.

Him: Sorry, I didn't mean that.... and that you.....you're not a....

Me: Its fine, I know I am...

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I have a feeling that we will become friends.