Too Good At Goodbye's

t h i r t e e n

"how many nights does it take to count the stars,

that's the time it would take to fix my heart,

oh, baby, I was there for you,

all I ever wanted was the truth, yeah, yeah..."

- Infinity {One Direction}

IT WAS a life changing decision, I tell you. In fact, it was probably one of the toughest things I'd ever faced in my lifetime.

Pizza, or salad?

I was currently holding one hand over my persistently growling stomach, and the other one was being used as a slapping device on a certain someone by the name of Michael who thought the world revolved around food, and checking out girls.

He let out a low wolf whistle and nudged my side. "Think she'd go for me?" That earned him a slap on the chest along with an eye roll, with a side of sass.

"The only thing that'd go for you is an ant, and a bite in the ass," I replied jokingly, and a snort resonated from Zac who was standing behind me in line.

Jane and Nicole were arguing over which food on the school menu was the worst, but I couldn't help notice how Jane's eyes kept traveling over to Michael, and every time he mentioned a girl, she would frown. Cole jumped into the girls' conversation and began defending Nicole's choices when Jane disagreed.

Between Michael's consistent remarks on different girls, the girls fighting over food, and the annoyingly, yet overwhelmingly satisfying smell of Zac's cologne, it was becoming harder and harder to make a decision when my turn in line came.

But before I could order anything, Zac jumped in and ordered for me. "She'll have both the pizza and the salad, with water of course," he said, and added a charming smile at the lunch lady who scurried off to get the food.

I turned to look at him and narrowed my eyes at his smug grin. "You know, I could've ordered myself."

He let out a small gasp and covered his mouth with his hand like some gossip girl about to spill the latest rumor. "Really? Well, let me just pretend like the line behind us didn't want to bang our heads with a frying pan."

"Bang? Did someone say bang?" Michael piped up beside us. For that, Cole whacked him behind the head which made him pout and then proceeded to slap Cole's shoulder, to which Cole responded with a light kick to the shin.

"Michael, my man, you have got to get your head out of the gutter," Zac shook his head, yet his tone was light and amused.

"Can't help it," he said with a shrug and a boyish smile, "you guys are just jealous."

Jane quirked her eyebrow as we sat down at our new spit in the cafeteria and began unloading her tray. "Of what? Your sarcastic personality, or the fact that you can't get a girl?"