Best Friends vs. Family {Sequel to BFP}

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3

"Woah, thank God you didn't drop it," Maddie said, referring to the tray that I had caught.

"Yeah," I mumbled, as I took a seat across from creepy guy, stuffing my mouth with the salad I bought. I didn't want to answer any further questions, but I was being pondered by them.

"What's your name?"

"How old are you?"

"Can I see your schedule?"

"Wow, you're really quiet, aren't you?"

"The salad's really delicious, huh?"

After my lunch was done, and I realized I still had 20 more minutes to go, so I decided to answer each and every one of their questions.

"Hannah Evans."

"16."

"Yeah, maybe after lunch."

"Sometimes."

"The salad was OK."

Jenna and Maddie gave me half-smiles, James just scowled and Eva was still staring. I hate it when people's gazes are on me.

"Hey, take a picture- it'll last longer," I snapped at him, and he seemed genuinely shocked at what I said, but I couldn't blame him- I mean, I don't seem like the type to talk back at people.

"OK," he mumbled, and I for the first time heard his voice, before he quickly went back to his burger.

I went back to the lunch line, bought myself an apple, and walked out of the cafeteria when lunch ended to my next class- Biology.

~*~

I was waiting for my last class, History to end while tapping my pen on the table. Mr. Andrews was busy teaching about the history of the presidents or something (I don't know, all I heard was president and since this is history class, well...)

James was in this class with me, and he was busy scowling while whispering with Jenna (who was also in this class) about something.

I was completely bored out of my mind, with nothing to do then doodle, and I've pretty much doodled on half the pages in the notebook- and this was only my first day of school.

I guess I have to buy a supply of notebooks after school.

Have I mentioned that Evan was in this class, too?!

Yeah, creepy guy.

Since he was sitting at the front, he couldn't really stare at me but he did shoot some quick glances at me whenever Mr. Andrews wasn't facing the class.

After the last bell rang, I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, almost reaching the school gates when some dragged me by the arm and into a corner.

Evan.

I gulped, looking up at him.

Evan was probably 5"10 to 5"11, and I was still standing at 5"2.

How I hate that I have inherited my mother's height.

"W-what do you want?" I stuttered, looking down at my shoes and his own pair of white Converse.

"Nothing.... just, may I ask who are your parents?"

"Nope," I said, popping the 'p', wanting to walk away but he grabbed me by the arm again.

Now I was mad.

I snatched my arm back, and yelled, "what the heck is wrong with you?! First of all, you keep on staring at me every time you see me and now- you ask me who my parents are?! I don't even know you, for Pete's sake! And I suddenly have to tell you my parents' names?!"