In My Eyes

Chapter Three

        Bianca

Well, it turns out Ben is like all the other popular guys.

I was sitting at my lunch table yesterday with some of my friends and they kept telling me to stop hanging out with him because he's a douche like all the others. I kept denying it and telling them how different he was, how cool he was... but they were right. Ben totally acted like I didn't exist as soon as he entered the lunch room. And I know he saw me, because I saw him looking over at me.

For the rest of the day, I was mind numbingly angry. I made a conscious effort to avoid him at all costs. A little over the top? Maybe. But he deserves it for treating me like dirt after he led me to believe that he was different. I even went the distance and waited at the other door so that he wouldn't find me waiting for my dad at the normal door.

"Bianca, what's up? Why aren't you talking?" my dad asks me, driving me home. I turn even more away from him and look out the window, ignoring him. "If you're going to be pissy and ignoring me all day, I'm going to make you take the bus home," he threatens me.

"Sorry. I'm just angry at someone," I sigh. He peers over at me but I continue to avoid eye contact by looking out the window to my right.

"Did you get in a fight with one of your friends?" he inquires. I shake my head.

I sigh again and turn to look at him. "It's Ben. I thought he was nice, but it turns out he's just like all the other popular guys at my school," I admit to him. He furrows his eyebrows a little.

"What did he do, exactly?" he questions me.

"Well, one minute, he was asking to be my lab partner, but the next, he was ditching me for the football team at lunch, as if I didn't exist. He's so shallow," I complain.

"That's what you're mad about?" he asks, a little judgmental. I glare away from him and nod. "Bee, you just met the guy. What if he was only sitting with them because they forced him to? Give him a chance and don't get so angry if that's all he did," he argues.

I look down at my lap. Maybe I did overreact a little. "Alright, I'll talk to him tomorrow or something," I give in.

After doing a little homework, being that I still had some leftover despite it being due tomorrow, I remembered that I added Ben on Facebook. So, that being said, I went online, getting distracted from my homework, and pulled up messages so I could send him one.

"I'm sorry for avoiding you, I overreacted."

I hovered over the "enter" key, a little nervousness bubbling up in my stomach and chest. I was so scared of his reaction, and it took me nearly a full minute to regain enough confidence to actually send the message.

After sending it, I had to wait what felt like a while, being that Ben wasn't online at the moment. But, unless he lost his phone or he's ignoring me too, he'll probably be online as soon as he sees that I sent him a message.

And though it felt like ages, he did come online to message me pretty quickly.

"It's cool."

I sighed out a breath of relief when he sent this. He doesn't hate me. That's all that matters. He doesn't hate me.

He followed up by sending another message. "It's my fault for blowing you off at lunch. I didn't mean to, but the guys pulled me in with their sporty tractor beam. Sorry."

I pursed my lips at this comment. "I should've been more understanding. I shouldn't have expected you to automatically sit with me anyways. I mean, we're not really close. Are we even friends?"

"If we're not, we should be. And I'm gonna sit with you at lunch to make sure that we are."

I smiled. Then I remembered something. "Hey, I forgot to ask you, but do you wanna exchange phone numbers? I wanted to just text you this shit but I never asked."

He told me he did, and so he gave me his number and I texted him so he'd get mine. And now, I have none other than Ben Walsh in my contact information.