Knowing the Bad Boy

5

The next day, I now often found Regis loitering around the campus and in class especially on the subjects that we shared.

"shocking right"

Definitely.
While Geometry class is still going on, Andy cant help but point out that Regis is in class right now just as well as yesterday during Literature.
He was calmly sitted at the back with a blank face.

I nodded to her comment still scribbling in my notebook the notes on the board though the events that occured yesterday still swimming at the back of my head.

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Andy ditched me after her last class just before lunchbreak. Not really ditched me in a sense but she said she has something else to do like finishing their group project in their Art class that is due today.
I understand, but now I feel unease going through the bustling cafeteria alone.

"who said I have to eat at the cafeteria"
Turning back I decided to eat elsewhere. The plan was to eat at the back of the school building but I decided against it. Thugs are commonly found at the back of the school during break right? So my next option was at the rooftop and I feel relieved I just made the right decision.

Looks like no one is around so I immediately sitted next to the door leaning my back on the wall and took out my lunch box from my small handbag.

"hey"

I nearly choke on my sandwich and desperately trying to cough it out.
Reaching for my bottled water, I chug down half of its contents sighing at the end.

Someone chuckled.
Whipping my head to the sound, I found Regis sitted at the far corner side of the wall.
And he just chuckled??

"Regis"

"why are you here? Arent you with Hatcher all the time?" He asked amused looking my way.

He knew Andy?
The confusion must have been evident on my face because he scoff and raised his eyebrow.
Then he averted his gaze and became quiet.

"she has to work on some art project"
I stated deciding that there's no harm in answering his question.

He just hummed.

I debated on continuing my sandwich. I mean that would be awkward. He would hear me loudly munching on it.
The silence stretched to the point where I feel really uncomfortable.

I awkwardly glance at his way finding him staring straight ahead with a blank face.

"h-hey, do y-you want a sandwich"
it is bad that I stutter but for my voice to crack at the end, now that's embarassing.

God, I cant look at him right now. I want to bury myself ten feet underground.
He must think Im crazy.

I heard shuffling.
"where's my sandwich?"

I jumped at his voice. I looked at him and found him sitted at my right which is relatively close. Not close enough to bump each others shoulder but close enough that I could feel his warmth.

"are you just going to stare at me like that?"

"s-sorry"

I immediately handed him my lunchbox containing a spare sandwich.
He took it started eating.

As I stared at him, I cant help but feel giddy and happy inside. Not that he ate my offered sandwich but maybe because Im not eating alone.
Or maybe both. I dont know.