Dannys POV:
"So," the curly haired one snickered. "Danny, you sing?"
"Uh," my face flushed in embarrassment. "No."
"Come on guys." Jorels smile disappeared, his normal scowl replacing it. "Stop before you scare him away."
I stood awkwardly watching Jorel and the other boys talk and argue until Jorel had me sit in a chair set out next to him. By then, I had gotten my bearings and was trying hard not to stare at Jorel. It was going to become a bad habit if i didn't help it.
The one staring at his food suddenly smiled at me. "So, Daniel, Jorel here has himself a little crush."
"Shut up Jordan." Jorel scowled, not looking at me. The Jordan guy laughed.
"What the fuck ever! It's true and you know it!"
The Jordan guy smiled at me, gesturing to Jorel. I looked at him through the corner of my eye.
He was blushing, but not enough from his friends to notice. I coughed alittle looking at him completely.
"So...you gonna introduce me to your friends?"
Jorel continued to stare off into space so the Jordan guy stepped up with a creepish smile.
"I'm Jordan, but you can call me Charlie Scene." He moved on to the bulky guy on the other side of Jorel.
"That's George."
The bulky man, George, Waved. "Hey."
I waved back, looking at Charlie who had moved on to the Mexican man.
"That's Dylan. Aka Funny Man."
Dylan stood up with a smile, shaking my hand. "Nice to meet ya."
"Hey." I smiled back, looking as Jordan introduced the rest of the guys as Matt(apparently the fag), Aron, and Jeff who was really shady. I stayed away from that last one.
The Aron guy glared at me weird yet stayed away from Me. It made me suspicious to find him just staring at me whenever I wasn't paying attention.
After getting comfortable, I stayed out in the courtyard with the guys. I didn't end up going back inside the school cause as soon as he final school bell rang, Jorel grabbed my arm prying me away from the high school.
"Wait. Where are we going?" I asked, occasionally tripping over my own feet as Jorel dragged me to an older car that i didn't instantly recognize.
"With Dylan to my house." He threw me inside of the car, him disappearing for a second before popping up in the passenger seat. "Of course," he smiled. "We'll stop at your house to ask if you can come."
Dylan popped into his car, looking at me. "Where do ya live Danny boy?"
"It's fine. "I smiled. "I'll just call em."
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//It's just me//
FanfictionDanny Murillo has anxiety about a lot of things. He finds that it's easier not to have them if you have anything to panic about. That is until he's forced to move to L.A.
