Loving 'Dae Dae'

8.

"Why would he talk to that freak?"

"Ronan actually talked! And to her of all people!"

"Dude, she's fucking hot."

"Ugh! She's so weird"

"I can't believe THE Ronan Daeshova talked to her."

"She looks like a nice lay. Bangable as fuck"

I ignored the comments as I walked into the cafetaria. Some of them I've heard many times before.

"Ronan can do soooo much better"

Why were they talking like we were together.

We just exchanged words.

Not spit.

Maybe its because

I'm the freak.

And he's the badboy.

I never really like labels.

My mind flashed to this morning.
"I thought you didn't care."

Somehow the dissapointment in his voice stirred something within me.

My dad would be dissapointed in me.

My mother always was.

I am. 

I wasn't going to let another person be too.

I picked up my tray and walked away from my empty table and towards where Ronan sat.

Everyone hushed as they watched me slowly trudge towards Ronan. He was too busy devouring his apple to notice.

I settled my tray accros from him before plopping down on the seat.

His head shot up.

A grim look on his face turned to shock as he saw who was the intruder.

I smiled and snatched his apple away from him.

Taking a big bite before swallowing I grinned at him.

"Hey Dae Dae."

He opened his plump lips to speak but I didn't let him.

"And I don't care."