Amelia's POV
I'm not sure if this is a joke. Somebody wants me to sit with them and their friends. I know this is weird, I should be happy. But I don't have the ability to trust anyone, not anymore. Soon we were already at the table his friends awaiting us. (A/N Pretend they already got their lunch cause lets be honest, nobody cares about people standing in a line waiting for disgusting shit) "Amelia, meet Connor, Ricky, Jc, Trevor, and Sam." he said waving his hand to the group of people sitting in front of me. "Amelia... aren't you gonna eat?" the boy who's name I believe is Connor asked. "Uh no, I ate a lot for breakfast... and I don't have lunch money." I replied. After I finished my last word he hesitantly began to finish his lunch. "Hey we were gonna go to my house to watch Paranormal Activity 3 (A/N I don't even know if there is a three I don't like scary movies.) maybe you could come?" "Dude seriously it was supposed to be a guys night? Jc always and his girlfriend are always eating each others faces off in front of us... we don't need you to do that too."
I could feel myself blush and tried to hid it in my sweatshirt. "Aww look Amelia's blushing!" Trevor said. "Kimelia! Kimelia!" Trevor of course had started chanting. "Trevor shut up! 1. We're not dating. 2. We just met and 3. Sam stop being an ass to girls, their not all like Kristin!" Kian shouted. I'm guessing Kristin is Jc's girlfriend? "I think I'll pass on the movie... but thanks for inviting me anyway." "Please! I want you to." I shook my head getting up heading to the girls bathroom. I was about to open the door when I felt a hand around my other wrist. "Don't take what Sam said offensively. I don't know why but lately he's just been very moody." "You said they would like me. You lied, they hate me, all of them and I know it." "Please come. I want you to really bad. I'm not letting you go until you say yes." I sighed. "No, they don't want me there. I will stand here all day if I have to. I don't actually need to go anyway." "Then why'd you come here?" he questioned. I shrugged, "To get away from the table where I'm not wanted. Maybe you should go back to you're friends. I'll see you in history anyway." I flashed a weak smile and he walked away looking back a few times.
