School lunches suck and an empty lunch table is even worse. But at least this jacket's nice.
I haven't even started my lunch yet when I hear an, "Excuse me.." to my left. I look in the direction of the noise, to see... Brent!
"You're wearing my jacket," he says. His face looks confused.
Oh.
"I-I can give it back, I'm sorry." I apologize as I start to take it off.
He touches my shoulder, "No. No it's fine! You look great in it." I stop and stare, my face turning warm.
He brings his hand back and fixes his hair. I can see pinks in his face that have to be in mine too right now. He looks at his feet and shifts them, "Do you wanna sit at my table? ..Maybe?"
Woah.
"Y-Yeah!"
He looks back up at me and smiles showing teeth. I stand up and grab my lunch tray and bag, and he leads me to his table. There's two other people there. He sits down and pats the spot next to him. I sit myself and my tray down, dropping my bag and giving a small wave to the other guys. Brent introduces me:
He points to the lanky boy with medium/dark brown hair all up in his face, black circle earrings, a My Chemical Romance shirt with a picture of fake vampire teeth next to the name in red, jeans, and a thick black watch, (I can't see his shoes)
"That's Ryan."
Ryan smiles, "Yo."
Brent points to the other boy: He has brown (a little lighter than Ryan's), spiked hair, eyes so blue I can tell from three seats away, and a black t-shirt that says "ATTICUS" (I can't see his pants or shoes), "That's Spencer." He waves.
They're all staring at me. Well, I don't mind Brent staring...
"What's your name?" Spencer speaks up. Oh, yeah. I feel their piercing stares as my face flushes from embarrassment. Brent's pierces my heart. I look down at my hands and twiddle my thumbs.
"I- uh...(your name)," I spit out. Brent smiles at me, distracting me from my worries. Ryan starts up a convo about how annoying it is that "girl jeans" don't have functional pockets, and we talk all lunch. Somehow the conversation ended up at their band Pet Salamander and how they're holding auditions saturday.
"So if you know anyone..." Ryan starts as he packs up.
"Just spread that shit everywhere." Spencer smiles.
I get up to throw out my trash, and I get the feeling that I'm being stared at again.
"Dude isn't that your jacket (he's/they're/she's/ur pronoun) wearing?" Spencer questions.
"Brent's got a (nonbinary/girl/boy)friend!" Ryan shouts.
I turn around as quick as my face turns red. I wish. I look at Brent, and he looks back at me. He lets out a nervous laugh, "Whatever dude, let's go we're gonna be late." He picks up my bag, walks to me, and holds out his hand. My hand brushes over his again as I grab it. He smiles a shy smile, "C'mon, let's go."
I follow him until we reach the lunchroom door, where I have to go the other way. "I-I'll see you later."
He looks at me with a warm, caring glare, a smile spreading across his rosy pink face, "I can't wait." Wow.
I start my lonely walk down this lonely hallway, surrounded by the lonely squeaks of other lonely teenagers' shoes. One pair of squeaks are going faster than the others. "Hey! Who was that?" I look to my left to see my friend Brendon staring at me with a sly grin, one eyebrow raised.
YOU ARE READING
Blueberries
ФанфикYour bus is late to your school in the afternoon one day and you're left waiting outside in the autumn breeze. A boy comes up to you and gives you his jacket; he's only in one of your classes, but you know his name from attendance: Brent.
