Stranger

ch8

The weekend came and went and a decision was made.

I had thought about what Greta had said. I had really, really thought about it and I had come to a decision that maybe I had overreacted a bit. Ok, maybe a lot, but that's not the point. The point is that I had realized this before it was too late and my friendship with Devon had gone to hell. 

Him bringing me a sandwich had helped too. I mean, no one until today, not even Abby, had sacrificed their food for me. I wouldn't had done it either, so for him, the dark Devon to do it, was somewhat amazing as much as it was surprising. 

And now I needed to fix whatever I had broken the week before. And fast. 

"Why are you such in a hurry?"-Abby turns to ask me when I push past her and out of the classroom.

"Sorry, I need to do something and it's urgent."-I say with an apologetic smile. 

"Yeah, ditching me I see."-she says with mock hurt and I turn to arch an eyebrow at her.

"Like you don't have who to keep you company. Or should I say give you company?"-I say with a wink and right then Jack joins her. He smiles faintly at me as I wave at him. 

I would have stayed and maybe tortured him a bit more, teasing them about how cute they looked because they did, but right now I didn't have time for that. Ordering food at the counter, I wiz past students to the back of the cafeteria. 

Devon sits in his usual seat, the famous hood over his head and his phone in his hands. Placing my tray a little more loudly than needed, I walk to his side. 

"Hi."-I speak and he turns to look at me as I outstretch my hand out. "My name is Evie and I'm a senior here. What about you?" 

He looks at me like I have lost my mind and doesn't even make an attempt to speak. I widen my eyes as I gesture to my hand in front of him and he trails his gaze to where mine is going before looking back at me again. 

"What's your name?"-I ask a little more forcefully, but he ignores it. Sighing annoyed, I snatch the phone from his hands, putting it on the table and before he has a chance to lose it, I grab his arm with my free hand before taking his hand with the other. 

"What the..."

"This is the part where we shake hands and you introduce yourself."-I lean down and whisper at him before straightening up again and wait. "So, what's your name stranger?"

"Have you lost your fu..." I squeeze his hand with a glare and he stops, sighing loudly. "Devon."-he says with a sigh and I smile at him. 

"Well, it's nice to meet you Devon."-I say and release his hand. "Is this seat taken?"

"Why the fuck are you acting like this?"

"Just answer the damn question."-I snap at him as he stares at me.

"No, but now it is."-he says annoyed. 

"Well, then, if you don't mind, I'll join you for lunch."-I say and I don't leave an opportunity for him to answer because I sit in seconds. 

"So thoughtful to others opinions, as always."-he murmurs as I slide my bag to the floor. 

"Why? You don't want my company?"-I ask raising my eyebrow.

"I thought you said you were done being my friend. Unless you have suffered some concussion that made you forget."-he says with crossed arms. 

"If it bothers you that much, should I leave then?"-I ask as I throw a thumb over my shoulder.