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by iichristina

by iichristina

I saw the same boy in almost all of my classes. I knew his name was Luke because he raised his hand during roll call.

I walked up to him during lunch, where he was sitting distant from all of the outcasts and nerds, and sat down.

"Luke." I stated, making him look up and do a double take.

He didn't answer.

"Um, what are you gonna eat for lunch?" I ask, and he points down at some microwavable spaghetti and meatballs.

"Oh. Is that gonna fill you up?" I ask, observing his tall figure and comparing it to the 3 oz of food he was eating.

Shrug.

"Do you want some of my food?"

Shrug.

"Can you at least nod or shake your head?"

Nod.

"Okay. So do you want some of my food?"

Shrug.

"O-okay. Am I bothering you?"

Nod.

"I'm sorry."

I got up from the table and walked to my usual spot.

"Why were you sitting with that freak?" Ginny asks.

I just shrugged.