Not Good Enough (On Hold)

5) Lunch Buddies

I couldn't get a break from her.

Everywhere I went she was there - in my lessons, between lessons, walking to and from a lesson, break and lunch... heck she might as well accompany me to the toilet as well.

She was Lucy's friend, not mine... so why did it seem as if she was constantly being palmed off to me, by not only Lucy and the others, but by the teachers as well?

Just 'cause she sat at my table in form on her first day, doesn't instantly mean that it's okay for people to constantly put us together on their seating plans. I mean Hays and O'Callaghan aren't even close to each other in the alphabet, for us to be sat next to each other in every lesson.

Apparently she had taken all the same subjects as me back in her old school: Art, Business Studies, Geography and French, and 'cause she was in my form, Mr Henderson had suggested to all my subject teachers to sit us next to each other, so that Abi would have a 'familiar face.'

It was all Henderson's fault she was being palmed off to me. The only time I didn't see her was during PE, and when I went for a leak, otherwise she'd probably be there as well.

Not only did I constantly have to put up with the blonde gremlin in school, but somehow fate made sure that Jeany from the youth centre always put us together for activities - but I had a suspicion that Deeks had mentioned something about me and Abi being supposed 'best friends' at school.

"I can't do this anymore," I groaned on Wednesday during lunch.

Rather than go out for lunch like the majority of my year group, me and the boys preferred to stay in for lunch.

It was too much effort to go out in the cold and rain, for a 15 minute walk down to the chip shop, buy a box chips and munch them on our way back to school. That alone took up 30 minutes of our measly 50 minute lunch break.

We just gave Lucy some money from each of us and asked her to buy various snacks from the corner shop she always visited at lunch, which was only 5 minutes away. That way, we would still get our money's worth of lunch, which required 100% no effort on our parts, and still have a 50 minute lunch in which we could do nothing but goof around.

"What's up man?" Deeks asked, patting me on my back sympathetically as I lay half sprawled across the table.

"I can't deal with her anymore."

"Sickna for you Hayden," Dylan snickered.

I lifted my head off the table as glared at him.

"Fuck off you twat! How would you feel if you had to sit next to her every lesson? We either argue all the time, or just sit in silence... both of which are infuriating."

Abi and I had a habit of arguing over the smallest of things. The other day she blew up at me for just having my elbow a little too far on her side of the desk. Talk about mental... she was a nut job, control freak, insanity personified.

A bag slammed down onto the table right beside my head, causing me to jolt upwards out of shock.

"Well it's nice to hear your thoughts about me Hayden," I heard a familiar voice growl sarcastically, "but didn't your mother ever tell you, it's not nice to talk about people behind their backs."

I hadn't realised I had been speaking my thoughts out loud, until she had informed me.

"Yeah well, you know me... I speak the truth and am honest as the day is long. And as for my mother... why don't you go and ask her about my life's teachings? You've got more of a chance of her speaking to you about that shit, than her even saying 'hello' to me."