Apprehension

Lunch Bone

Bleck- my awful drawings.

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Walking through the doors of the cafeteria was a bit nerve racking. After Creed left through them, you had to re-circle back around the hallways due to having a packed lunch, and by the time you got back, there was no crowd to blend in with.

Now you were standing in front of the doors, rocking on your heels restlessly.

Sigh- You'll have to go in eventually. You decided it was now or never.

Reaching your hand out to the doors, you pushed forward, instantly being met with all the clatter and talking of lunch time.

At first, you didn't know where to go. After glancing around, you curiously didn't see Creed anywhere- not that you were going to sit with him, but you were wondering where he sat. The only place that seemed best to sit was the almost barren table at the corner of the room.

Another lone kid was sitting there, munching on some sandwich that looked like ham. Their hair was a weird color- silver with a mixture of darker grey and orange-ish brown, while their skin was one of those super model tans that everyone wishes they could have.

You sighed before picking up your feet and walking over.

Picking a seat wasn't that hard, as you sat as far away as possible from the other kid, not wanting to intrude their personal space. Despite sitting alone, he looked rather mean, the glare on the males face that all too much spelled trouble.

Zipping your lunch open, your pulled out several containers- all of which were courtesy of your mom. You sighed in frustration. How were you supposed to eat all of this food- by yourself.

She does overdue it sometimes, but aye, at least she cares.

Cracking the first lid open, you sniffed at it cautiously. A drumstick. Mmm. Not what you expected, but you supposed it would do.

It was at this moment that you felt a gaze on you. A rather intense one at that.

Glancing at the kid in other corner seat, you squinted.

He was eyeing your drumstick rather... intensely...

You began to hunch a little bit, looking away from him and glancing around the room. You could describe yourself as both nervous and self conscious at the moment.

Looking back towards the kid, you almost took a double take, blinking at the small tilt of his head. He seemed to forget about the ham sandwich, not stopping his staring for the food in his hands.

The more he stared, the stranger you felt, so rather than keep the drumstick out, you put it back in the case, instead grabbing the small bag of Doritos. The head tilting stopped, and the glare came back as he began to continue eating his sandwich.

You sighed in relief, pulling the bag open and shoving some chips in your mouth.

The chips only lasted for a little while, and before long, your curiosity began to itch your mind.

What if...

What if you just... brought out the drumstick again...

Your thoughts got the best of you, and you snapped the case open again.

You watched the guy intently as you pulled the drumstick out of its case. Almost like magic, he perked up, tilting his head to look at you intently. You put it away, watching as he started glaring and facing away.

You smiled sheepishly- finding it rather fun to watch him do that.

And so- a pattern began. You'd stick the food away, and take it back out the moment he lost interest, leading to him looking at you again.

By now you were amused beyond belief- it had been so obvious that he wanted it, yet he wouldn't say anything.

Despite his mean looking face- and the chance of getting hurt either emotionally or physically, you slide the container in his direction, watching as he eyeballed the object and food.

An almost permission seeking look was shot towards you when he looked from you to the drumstick, and you couldn't help but elaborate, "I saw you eyeballing it- so you can have it. I didn't really want to eat it anyways."

A small twinkle of joy sparked in his eye as he grabbed the drumstick and started ripping at it. He was a messy eater- that's for sure.

You looked away afterwards, considering your good deed for the day done. Stuffing more chips in your mouth was always a good way to celebrate, so you did.

It wasn't until you heard a weird crunching noise that you looked back to him.

You couldn't believe your eyes- rather than throwing the drumstick out like a normal person who's finished eating, he's... chewing on the bone. Heh- like a puppy kinda.

You continued to watch him chew the bone up, till he started taking things a bit too far. Snapping down on the bone, he literally took a bite into it, snapping off a small portion of cartilage. Loud crunches of bone came from inside his mouth,  and the more he crunched on it, the more mellow the sound got.

You just stared in wonder at how he could eat that like that- mouth dropping when the guy swallowed, and started gnawing on the bone again.

It took awhile before he finished the bone, but when he did, he scooted over on his seat until he was sitting right in front of you- tilting his head... again.

You didn't have any other drumsticks or bones on you, so you just kinda watched him watch you again. You munched on some chips to pass the staring contest.

The guy didn't quite get that you were out though, and instead looked to your lunch box before looking at you again. He must really want another bone.

Finally, he spoke to you rather then using cute head gestures, "You don't happen to have any more... do you?"

You shook you head, "Nope. I might have one tomorrow though."

At your words, a cute little smile broke out onto his face, as he tapped the table with one of his fingers, "You wouldn't suppose that I could have that one tomorrow?"

You chuffed out an airy laugh, "Course you can have it, as long as my mom packs it tomorrow."

He grinned and rested his head on his arms, looking up with his pointed eyes, "Hehe, thank you."

The thank you wasn't expected, but it was appreciated all the same, as people nowadays often forget to say thank you. It warmed your heart a bit.

"Sure thing." You smiled back to him, afterwards scratching your neck, "My names (Y/N). How bout you?"

"Alexander Wolf- just call me Alex."

You laughed, "Haha- I think I'd prefer to call you Wolf, mister Alex."

He frowned for a second before rolling his eyes and smiling, "As you wish- miss (Y/N)..."

We both looked at each other in silence.

"PPPFFtttt" "Hahahah!"  I tried holding my laugh in, but it didn't work that well, as both of us ended up cackling together anyway.

The laughing continued for a while, and when we finally calmed down, we started eating our lunches again. 

It was nice eating with someone other then your mother, and you guessed this just goes to show. Despite being a mean looking person- as he used to be glaring- some people can be really nice given the chance. Both a nice person to eat lunch with- and a nice person that could maybe possibly be a nice friend.

You already knew this from all the shows you watch, but it was pleasant to see it in action.

Yayayayaya! We have met the wolf! as stated before, their names will either be similar or outright what they're called- seeing as Wolf is the last name to Alex. His LAST NAME is wolf, simply because there are going to be more wolves- and they're his family members. But at this moment, its just him.