Unlike Us (A Kiandrea and O2L Fan Fiction)

Lunch

Andrea's POV

Lunch. School lunch. When I think of school luch I think of... BLEH!

I mean why do they even try? They make the food taste and look like crap, and they expect us to eat that? The hell happen to the world?

"It's not that bad. I mean, its potatoes, and ketchup," Jenn said getting a tray. I glared at her.

"Did you just say ketchup?" I asked sharply. I never had ketchup and never will. It looks weird and smells nasty.

"Well, it's good." Jenn said.

"Hey Jenn!" Connor Franta said jogging our way. Connor. He was funny, and my friend. But he was also... Kian's friend. Sigh.

I don't like Kian because he is too... cocky. Brags all the time. Makes me sick ya know? Wait don't answer that... you can't.

"Andrea!" Connor said hugging me. I chuckled hugging him back.

"What did you jog over here to tell us

.. or me?" Jenn asked squeezing ketchup onto the potatoes. My stomach turned in disgust of the sight.

"We got 12.k subscribers on O2L!" Connor screamed. Everyone looked at him, but he didn't care. Connor was... Connor.

"Awsome!" Jenn said. They both looked at me.

I gave a pathetic jazz hand motion and weakly said, "yay..."

"Come on Andrea. For me?" Connor pleaded. I didn't watch many O2L videos. Only Connors and Ricky's but I barley watched there's because Kian was in some of them. Have you ever hated someone so mucn that you couldn't even look at them?

Okay. For Connor. I walked to a lunch table and climbed a chair onto the table. "DID YOU NOT HEAR WHA CONNOR JUST SAID?! 12.K SUBSCRIBERS! NOW ALL YOU O2L FANS GO CRAAAAZAYYY!" The whole Cafeteria went wild. Some people even cried. I smiled. For the moment.

A whistle blew and everything went quiet. "ALL OF YOU SHUT IT! ANDREA RUSSET, GO TO THE PRINCIPAL OFFICE!" the lunch aid, Mr. Nixon. shouted. He looked like Arnold Schwarzenegger, but wiht blond hair. But he was built like him.

I sighed and got down. Everyone went back to what they were doing. I had a feeling to look up, and saw Kian across the room, looking at me. His eyes were full of amazment and pity. Or I could have imagined it? He hates me. I hate him. He couldn't simply feel bad for me could he? I dropped my lunch bag in the garbage pail because clearly I wasn't gonna eat.

"Can I walk you there?" Connor asked. I smiled and nodded. We walked together talking. But that image of Kian's face, the amazment and pity? It wouldnt leave my mind...