If it were any other day, I would have instantly found Kenny at lunch.
But now, I scan the cafeteria as I hand my money to the cashier, looking for a seat.
I sigh loudly, I guess it was in here at a deserted table, or alone in the library.
I closed my eyes for a second, and then made my way to exit the room, deciding it would be ten times less embarrassing to be alone in there.
"Stormy! Hey! Where are ya goin'?" Kenny asked, rather loudly since he was talking over his obnoxious friends' laughter.
My face turned red and I kept my eyes averted from his, again I focused on his perfect lips, "Um, library.. I have to work on a project for Lit." I lied,
"since when do you do work for Crawford?" He teased, because, I really never did Crawfords assignments.
"Listen, I'll talk to you sometime, k?" I said, quietly, but with full knowledge that he could hear me. He's always had this amazing ability to hear everything.
"Stormy, what's going on with you.. First this morning, now this?" He bit his lower lip, and I almost stared for too long before sucking in a breath,
"Nothing's going on!" I lied, again, "my grades are just in the toilet and my mom's up my ass about it." Another lie, my mom never cared about my grades.
"Alright.." he said, after a few seconds, "I'll catch you later, then." He added, softly, I knew he was concerned, but he was the one who didn't wanna hang out all the time.
My heart ached, and when I sat down in the large chair that many used to read books, the tears unwillingly rimmed my eyes, blurring my vision.
I tossed my lunch, suddenly not feeling hungry, and made my way to the computer lab. My father would talk to me, one way or another.
