I glance down at my growling stomach and then back at the long line in the cafeteria for person buying lunch. Kennedy gave me a sympathetic look looking down at her ham sandwich and then back at me. In that moment I envied her for her sandwich. Back at my old school there were numerous places that we could buy lunch so the lines weren't that long and I could've gotten through early with enough time to eat.
"Here" she said stretching out her hand with half of her sandwich, I stared at it longingly but I didn't take it that would be selfish of me to. It was the only thing that she had brought along with a orange juice and I couldn't take it she would be sacrificing her self for me plus, I'm pretty sure that won't budge my stomach as delicious it looks and smell.
I shook my head. "You eat. If I take it you'll be hungry in the long run plus it won't do anything to my stomach as tempting as it look."
She frowned and was about to say something but before she could open her mouth to probably try and convince me to take it I beat her to it changing the subject.
"Why don't they like you?" I was genuinely curious about that. Kennedy was pretty and I'm not talking about Make up pretty, she was beautiful with a natural glow to her tanned skin but what I realize was that she wasn't wearing designer clothes like most of the Barbies around here and I only know that because I had had spent most of my time after that incident in that part of the store where a pice of clothing with a name one it cost more than a house.
A sad expression crossed her face but it was gone as quickly as it came and was replaced with a proud smile. "I'm not from here" she said simple making me confused.
" You mean you're from a different country or........?" She bit into her sandwich and my mouth instantly watered at the sight. I snapped my head to somewhere else while I waited for her answer.
"No silly, I mean I'm from this part of town" that made me even more confused, she must've seen the confused expression on my face because she eloborate.
"I'm on scholarship here for the last three years"
"Oh, well that's nice" i said staring at the plain white table top to busy myself from my growling stomach. It was really, that must've mean she's really smart, it's a admirable trait and I doubt half of the persons around here is because of their grade, no it was about money. Money can buy you the world and everyone in it if you have enough and fortunately, my father had more than enough so it was easy to black mail my peers back at my old school.
"Really," she asked unsurly
A tray plopped infrot of me startling me, I jumped my heart beating wildly in my chest. I look up at the intruder glaring at who ever it is but when I saw who it was I narrowed my eyes at the person.
"First you snapped at me then you're trying to kill me what's next burying me alive" I sassed. I know I'm being dramatic but I couldn't help it. Ethan rolled his eyes unamused by my behavior.
"Really?"Kennedy questioned unsurely and I was just about to answer when.
"Eat!" It wasn't a question, it was a command and I found myself getting angry that he thought he could boss me around, who was he? My dad. All my anger flew out the window when I glanced down at the tray. A bacon and cheese burger was stationed on the tray along with fries and a chocolate milkshake and a bottle of water. My stomach growled at the sight of the food and I reluctantly looked away from it and to the boy standing and watching me carefully with a frown on his face as if trying to figure out something. Subconsciously I moved my hand further under the table away from his prying gaze
"I'm not hungry" I muttered, even to my own ears it sounded like a lie and as if on cue my stomach growled again. I peeped up at Kennedy who was watching us with an amuse gaze. I glared at her then turn back my attention to a certain blue eyed boy.
He sigh running his hands through his blond locks, giving him the just-rolled-out-of-bed look
"Consider it a peace offering, I could literally hear your stomach from halfway across the cafeteria. You're hungry stop being stubborn and eat it."
"Thanks" I muttered quietly hoping that he didn't hear me but when the corner of his lips lifted up into a smirk and I know that the boy standing in front of me seconds ago was gone and was replaced with the cocky one
"Don't take it as a habit" he said walking over to a table filled with boys, specifically footballers who was watching up disbelievingly.
Bi-polar much.
I spared a glance at Kennedy to see her mouth dropped open with disbelief as everyone around me. She recovered opening her mouth to probably say something but I shot her a glare.
"Don't even think about it" she raised her hands in surrender smiling at me as I dig into the heaven before me but I could feel eyes burning into the back of my head, I turned my head to see clarie glaring at me.
salty bitch.
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BROKEN
Teen FictionShe was broken. She still is broken. That is, until she met him. What is life if you're breathing but not living?