I was starving, and the only place I could go is the canteen. Classes are over and it’s Thursday. I don’t actually have a problem with the canteen, but I hate the canteen on Thursdays. Emphasize the word hate.
Usually every Thursday, especially during dismissal time, the Canteen’s gonna be stuffed with hot dudes—that’s what they say, but I can hardly even call them dudes. No hard feelings, bro. Before all varsity players start their practices—when I say all, like all: volleyball, soccer, basketball, football, whatever—they drop by and grab something to bite in the Canteen. So you could say girls would go crazy-flirting with them: the hot dudes, and that’s how the canteen would be stuffier. But trust me, they don’t mind squishing themselves, but I do.
“A burger, please,” I told the woman assigned in one of the stalls. I could barely hear my voice from the noise these idiots are making. They shouldn’t make noises while eating, but I doubt they’re even here for the food.
Finding a little area for me to eat, I found a table at the end of the Canteen, which I believe would somehow be a little less noisy. But I doubt it.
I was enjoying myself when I came to realize someone took a seat at my table. I was expecting it to be Kean or Drake, but my fantasy was shattered when I saw it was Matt.
I rolled my eyes at him and continued with my business, which of course, is eating my burger.
“You sure like the burgers here, huh? The last time we talked you also had a burger.”
But this time I’m gonna finish it, I wanted to tell him.
Knowing that I wouldn’t answer him, he continued, “You should also try their fries.”
No, thank you.
“Man, you’ve got to stop ignoring me. We’re one team, remember?”
“Sorry but I don’t remember playing on the same court with you,” I disagreed.
He disapprovingly shook his head. “Just because girls don’t play together with boys on the same court doesn’t mean we’re not a team,” he assured.
“You can say whatever you want to say. I don’t care.”
“Really?”
“Try me.”
“You think I’m hot.”
“Okay.”
“You miss the old us.”
“Okay.”
“I like you”
“Okay.”
“I’m being serious.”
“Okay.”
“If you say that word again, then were friends.”
“Okay— wait, NO!”
“I’m sorry, Chloe, but you should stick to your word.”
“But that didn’t count!” I cried, feeling so stupid for actually taunting him when I for once know that this guy never gives up.
“So,” he started, “friends?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You know why not.”
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