The Pretty Boy's Crush

Lunch

I walked down the stairs and into the hallway of the school. Our school's colors are blue and grey. Meant to represent a storm. Our school is called Stormy Schoolhouse. Our school 'mascot' is a weather cloud that pouring and has lightning coming out of it. Very original, I know. No one here gets it, but no one questions it either. For a public school, it's pretty nice with the teachers and everything. Apparently, they're the 'best' in Florida. Tell that to all the private schools around here who also think that they have the best teachers in Florida.

On the other hand, though, I still don't know what to do. Should I risk getting my card signed to sit next to Jason or should I just ignore him and sit at my table? I feel like if I ignore him and sit at my table, it'll make him think that I don't like him or something crazy like that. But, what if I do sit with him and then get caught and get in trouble?

Walking into the cafeteria with like fifteen other kids, I instinctively turn towards Jason's seat, not even thinking about as I keep asking myself the same question, I throw my backpack next to Jason's and then sit at his table. It was so swift that it was almost like it was a standard action. Like it was the right thing to do.

I've always wished to sit at the A-table because they always get to get food first. But, then they leave first making it weird for me since C-lunch eats last and goes last.

"Hey, Paige, I'm glad you got my texts in time before you made it to lunch. I was worried you wouldn't come and sit here and then Samuel would come and sit here again." He says in his usual, low but high toned voice. He doesn't like sitting next to Samuel? I'm surprised, I thought that he loved her or something. Maybe there's stuff that I don't know about him.

I then realize I'm sitting around where all the boys sit. For every table, there's always a split section between girls and boys, and usually, no one interferes with the different genders for some reason. But here I am, interfering with the different genders like I'm all that or something.

"Yeah, it was a hard decision because my friend was asking me to sit with her today too." I lie, trying to sound cool as Jason looks away from me and to the ground and then the boys around us. He hates eye contact for some reason. Especially with girls, it's as if he has been hurt before and doesn't want to make the same mistake, or like he would rather be somewhere else that's safer from school. He never looks anyone in the eyes for a lengthy amount of time.

"Table captains!" One of the teachers says as they are looking at all of us to see which one of us should be our table captain. I'm worried, what if that teacher realizes that I'm not supposed to be here? Looking around at all of us, it's like the teacher is expecting someone to raise their hand. At my lunch area, the boys always do it, no matter what since all the girls don't want to get their hands dirty. That's including me, I have the thought of accidentally putting my hand on someone's used ketchup, that's disgusting. Is it different over here? Do the girls like to take the trays?