Dream Simulator {Discontinued}

CHAPTER 4 - Between Friends

"Excuse me, you're sitting at our table," Ray's venomous voice echoed in his mind.

The cyborg had been sitting at their table again, but this time, bringing a guest. He had recognized him immediately as Micah, "The Boy With a Thousand Profanity Words" (that's what their classmates had called him).

The two of them looked in deep concentration as she swiped her plated fingers against the luminescent blue screen of her tech screen. From his distance, it was hard to see what they were examining. Strangely enough, part of him wanted to know exactly what they were looking at. Everyday, the sophomore did nothing but stare at the screen intently. That's how it had been for a week, and Ray was getting irritated.

"There she is again," Ray would hiss as they approached their table.

"How many times do we have to keep telling this clown that this is our table?," Jessica would complain. "How many hints does she need until she and her boyfriend move their scrawny butts?".

That's not her boyfriend.

Micah was exactly the same as her; same nose, same smile, same dimples, everything. They both furrowed their brows the same way, crinkled their noses in the same manner, and even pulled their sweater sleeves far over their hands at the same time too. They could have looked like twins if Archer didn't have neat dark blonde hair, or if she didn't have messy honey blonde hair always in a ponytail.

They would sometimes whisper intently to each other, and Archer would always try to listen in. He had drowned out the laughter, chatter, and even Ray's deafening screams, but he could never hear them. Instead, he just nonchalantly watched them out of the corner of his eyes.

Geez, he thought to himself. I am such a creep.

It was obvious to Archer that they were sitting their on purpose to set Ray off. The rest of his friends realised it too, and tried to make that table not such a pleasant place for them to sit. Ray would "accidently" throw food at her, and Jessica would slam the table with her fist, making the girl's tech screen shake. Oliver never did anything, and neither did Archer except glance over at the sophomore when no one was looking. The both of them knew how ridiculous this was. Part of him thought that the way she sat so still and intently was almost cute.

"Archer?," a gentle voice asked, bringing him back to reality.

He didn't respond, just in case he was hearing things. There was no need to look like a complete freak in front of his friends.

"Hey, Archer. Archer...".

Now, he was sure he heard it. It was Oliver's voice.  Snapping his head up, he looked at his friends only to find Ray sitting in Oliver's lap, and Jessica lying on the thermo heated baby blue carpeting.

"He's doing it again," Jessica muttered as she draped one arm over her eyes.

"Doing what?," he asked.

"Daydreaming," Oliver replied, wrapping an arm around Ray's slim waist.

"I'm not daydreaming".

"Yeah, you were. You had your blank face on," Ray pointed out.

"No. I was just. . . zoned out. I'm just really tired".

"Ugh, yeah," Ray agreed, resting her head on Oliver's shoulders. It was almost disgusting how close they got sometimes. "That math exam was practically death by writing".

After they all agreed with her, Jessica sat up and changed the subject. "So, Archer. While you were in the zone," she waved her hands around for effect. The way she gave an effect to everything was exceptionally cute about her. "I gave you someone to match. Olivia".