A Table for Two?

The Fight

Chapter 5:

My mom said that girls always had there own language. I never really knew the language girls spoke, because my I'm would never tell me. She said that it would break girl code, whatever that meant. Us boys should have a language, but it would be to easy to figure out.

The reason why I was talking about it was because when the second period rolled around, Valerie kind of winked at me. Juan looked at me like I won a million dollars.

"She is definitely interested dude," he said, with confidence in his voice.

"Maybe she is, maybe she isn't," I said, and he childishly pushed me away.

First period and second period were the same, Valerie walking in, and all the boys turning as bright as a lamp in a dark hallway. Then Valerie wouldn't care that all the boys were checking her out, as if she were a pair of new Nike shoes. They would flirt and flirt with her, but like always she would act nice to them and be flattered. I would get a sense of jealousy, but not so much to pick up my desk and sucker punch them in the face with it. Now after three hours of learning, it was finally lunchtime.

"Fernando!" Juan yelled, since he was catching up to me. I like to walk really fast sometimes. When he finally caught up, he looked very serious.

"We can not eat our regular lunch, not when Valerie was here," he said, and I knew instantly I was sad.

Me and Juan eat like wolves. I eat three burritos my mother makes, two slices of pizza, and a can of diet coke. Juan is the exact same, but with a can of Pepsi. We don't want to be seen as ogres, specially with Valerie here now.

"We will just eat two burritos, and leave the rest for home," he implied, and that was a good idea.

We never go in line to get lunch, since the food at our school is not what you say tasty. We found a table, the one in the far corner of the cafeteria, and sat down. Valerie brought her own lunch too, but she seemed lost. She didn't know where to sit at. Me and Juan wavered for her to come sit with us. She seemed to be ecstatic to come over.

"Thanks guys, I thought I would never find a seat," she said.

"Well, your always welcome to join us anytime," Juan said, with a smile. I smiled too, but Juan has that "charming smile."

After that, we seemed to be making good progress. Valerie was telling us why she moved to South Dakota, and how it was back in Florida. I've always wanted to go live in Florida, because of all the beaches and Hispanic heritage there. But since she's here, I'll stay as long as I want.

We were now talking about how she liked her classes, until Michael came over.

"Lookie here," he said with he's famous smirk," she can't get enough of the Mexican burritos, can she?"

"I can't get enough of your fat tail, roaming the halls like your a god or something," she said.

By now, everyone had their head facing us, since Michael likes to talk in a loud voice so everyone can here his annoying voice.

"You take that back Missy," he said, getting up all in her face.

"Hey, you knock it off Michael," I said, with little confidence.

He looked at me now, moving away from Valerie now.

"And what are you going to do about," he yelled, and pushed me a little.

I couldn't take it anymore. I went a punched Michael right in his pointy nose, hearing a cracking sound louder than the kids yelling fight at the top of their lungs. Michael screamed a little, and I can see blood coming from inside his nose. He then punched me in the stomach, and I felt a puking sensation come inside me. I then pulled him to the ground and we started wrestling each other on the ground. Mr. Stewart, our principle, and Mrs. Cherry, our I.S.S. teacher pulled us away from each other. Then there was the long walk to the principles office.