i was a slightly antisocial person. no, i did not hate people, i just hated the fact that nobody gave me their full attention or kindness.. all i ever wanted is to be loved, but people are truly evil. too bad, i guess they wont be seeing the best side of me.
my best friend and a few other people from my class had decided a group of people to have dinner. well not like it was really our choice as our teacher forced us to do it to get closer with each other. i had decided not to go, but my best friend had forced me to go and i declined.. but here i somehow was, standing by the place where we were supposed to meet up.
i nervously opened the door to be greeted by my best friend, as well as alex crystal, tayler hem and ethan dolan. these were the four culprits of this event, known as the organizers, too.
alex crystal and tayler hem, my two best friends. both of them just happened to be dating.
ethan dolan on the other hand, was just somebody popular from class. i really didn't know much about him other than he was well-known in our school.
he had a brother, too. grayson dolan, they call him. both him and ethan were popular and very attractive, but i had my eyes on neither of them. and i was sure the feeling was mutual. ethan had a girlfriend called heba, anyway. and grayson and me weren't very close anyways.
but i sure wish we were...-
no y/n don't think that kind of stuff! you have no chances.
i greeted them and i went on and found everybody from my class sitting at 5 tables. i labeled each table as i did at lunch, the populars, the nerds, the mean girls and the weirdos. the last table was the crowd, anybody that didn't fit into a category, sat there. i felt like they were probably the nicest out of the lot.
i, myself ate lunch outside on the bleachers, so i wouldn't know how it was sitting at one of these tables. sometimes my best friends joined me, but most of the time i sat there alone.
alex and tayler were both populars so they usually sat by the populars, but my best friend sat at a table with her boyfriend.. i never really did figure out which table he was at, nor did i even get to meet him.
my best friends name was lizziana. she always didn't appreciate me, or act like she really cared, but she helped against my bullying a few times. i gave our friendship my all, but she didn't seem like she did. she use to when we were younger, but she stopped when she got a boyfriend, he really did change her.
i decided against going to the crowd table as i hated crowds.. i hated people overwhelming me and being around me that much, it was just my anxiety.. sure most of them were nice, but not always. oh boy, i disliked crowds.
i looked over at the weirdos and the nerds. as much as i appreciate people hissing at me or some weird stuff and people talking about only grades, university and college, i would rather sit somewhere else.
the mean girls would never accept me, not like i wanted them to. they were mean, coldhearted, only wore pink on wednesdays, were complete wannabes, annoying, and wanted to be with every guy they saw, even if he was married and had kids that had kids.. okay maybe not grandpas, but you get my point. they truly didn't care about each other. negativity isn't my cup of tea.
the populars... i immediately noticed a few familiar faces, some people on the football team and some people i recognized from classes. and then i saw grayson dolan.
