The Daily Life of Mathew and I.

First Meeting

DANA

It was quiet.

The only sound being the splosh of me playing with the cafeteria junk, it was peaceful and I liked my life that way. Unfortunately, as all good things do, this peace was eventually ruined by footsteps drawing nearer and nearer to the room.

I decided to ignore this intruder by moving to the very back table, focusing on the mess of the lasagna. This person seemed to take an ungodly amount of time taking a seat and the loud creaking noise of the chair frustrated me to no end. When he or she was sat down, a minute of awkwardness went by, with neither of us brave or bothered enough to speak.

As much as I was irritated at this nuisance, I was also curious. I mean, who would prefer to spend their lunch in the abandoned classroom. Many rules were broken just by entering and there were rumors circulating about this place being haunted or some bullshit like that. Heck, I only sat here because I liked its peaceful aura. The paint was peeling, it stunk and there was dust everywhere. If I could stand the bothersome chatter, I would be gladly eating this slop at the cafeteria like any respectable student.

While I was deeply involved with my thoughts on this mysterious stranger, what I didn't know was that he or she moved closer and we were around three tables apart.

"It wouldn't hurt taking a peek," I thought as I subtly tilted my head so my eyes could secretly glance at the person. The mop of short light brown hair also turned around and before we knew it, our eyes met. This was abrupt as we both quickly swiveled back to our lunch.

The room was silent again and I realized, my curiosity wasn't satisfied just knowing what color his (I assumed he was a boy) hair was. I even forgot how he looked like and it had only been a few minutes. I turned around again for a better look, and observed him.

He seemed to be more affected than me at being caught at peeping as his pale skin was slightly pink. Even though his eyes were covered by his bangs, I could make out light freckles scattered across his face. It didn't take Sherlock to figure out he was nervous by his fidgeting and he looked pretty vulnerable.

Too invested in exploring his face and actions, I barely heard the bell and stood abruptly, making my chair topple over. He flinched a bit and I grabbed my bag and headed out the door after throwing my uneaten cafeteria filth in the bin.

Rummaging through my bag for my timetable, I didn't notice the boy walking alongside me, tapping my arm gently. Flattening a crinkled up piece of paper, I mentally sighed in relief and turned right to face the corridor. Almost jumping back at the sight of the mysterious boy, I realized he was jabbing at my arm.

"Um...h-hi," he stuttered. Not knowing what to respond, I awkwardly waved and walked slightly faster.

"I'm... Mathew, what's....yours?" His voice echoed in the empty hallway and I for some reason, didn't feel like ignoring him.

Stumbling a bit, I turned around. Hesitating, I observed his face gradually turning red, as he fidgeted under my glare. "Dana," I gruffly responded and went back to facing the corridor. Glancing at my watch; shit I was late, I ran to the English classroom.

The rest of the day went alright, considering I almost got detention for tardiness. But I didn't, and I caught the bus home at the same time as the other students. I spent the afternoon and night, eating, doing homework and other boring things, with the thoughts of the mysterious boy, no Mathew, dissipating from my mind. He wasn't that important in my life; well not yet anyways.