The day went by really slow. Same thing as every year. A ton of notes for EVERY. SINGLE. CLASS. Then finally, "RIIIING" 'Lunch! Finally the long awaited break!' I quickly run out of class with my lunchbox in my hand. When I walk into the lunchroom no one is there yet. I walk in sitting in the middle table thinking 'Maybe I can make some friends.' I feel like people didn't sit there JUST because I was there. The new guy walked into the lunch room and looks around. 'Oh god he is looking at me' I quickly avert my gaze to my lunch pulling my (F/F) out. Out of the corner of my eye I see him heading my way. He comes over and sets down next to you.
"Why are you sitting alone?" 'Oh god even his voice is hot... No! This is hunger getting in my head! Thats totally what it is.... Food, stop messing with my mind!!!'
"I.., I don't have many friends..." I say barely above a whisper.
"Well, Can I sit with you?" 'I really wanna say no. I'm gonna make myself seem like an idiot I know it...'
"I... I don't mind..." I can feel my face heating up as I imagine us eating lunch together.
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The French Canadian?
FanfictionIt's your last year of high school and you are forced into taking a foreign language class that you end up loving.
