INSTA-Daddy

36

The school bell for Lunch break had rang. Liz and I were already at the cafeteria even before the bell rang. We didn't have our last period for the morning so I decided to head off to the cafeteria with Liz.

One of the main reason why I chose to stay away from the classroom is because of the awkward stares I've been getting.

It started when I entered the school building entrance, strutting down the hallway, going to my first class.

The worst part was while they were staring, I could notice some of them having discussions of some sort other than the awkward gawking stares as if I had done something negative.

Going to the cafeteria didn't make it even better. It was far worse. I should have known. Of course the place would be crowded.

"Don't mind them Gabby," Liz uttered.

It's really hard not to mind them and their stares. A couple of girls who walked by our table had their forehead creased because of their frowns when they were looking at me.

I have no idea why though. As much as I wanted to ask one of the students, I didn't have the confidence to do so.

The cafeteria door swung open and Wes ran inside to our table's direction. He was bathing in his own sweat when he got to us and he was trying to catch his breath.

He sat beside me, across Liz who was sitting on the other side of the table.

"What's gotten into you?" Liz asked as he gobbled a spoonful of Macaroni soup she ordered.

He parted his lips like he was about to respond but instead, he just took a deep breath while giving his chest a light fist tap.

Transferring my gaze back to the cafeteria door, Tom sauntered in. I trailed him as he marched to the counter and grabbed a soda can from a case at the end of the counter (the side closer to the cafeteria door).

Right after that, I continued to trail him as he sauntered towards us. I heard Wes gave a small wince as he saw the former's presence.

"Hey," Tom called out, lifting one foot to place on the space beside Liz, and gulping on to his soda can.

I caught Wes' brows furrowed. "Him," he muttered underneath his breath.

We gave him a confused look asking 'what?'

"He's gotten into me. Locked me in the locker for 7 minutes when I was on my way here to meet you guys," he reported with a shivering voice.

Tom sniggered. "Ever heard of seven minutes in heaven?"

I rolled my eyes down to my plate filled with mash potato. Still doing his stunts. Why am I even surprised.

"You should know Dir--," Wes didn't finish what he was going to say. I happened to catch Tom giving Wes his prestige stoic stare.

Wes gulped and went on. "--I.. I mean Tom.. I'm claustrophobic. I'd appreciate it if you'd given me a wedgie instead," he muttered.

"Duly noted," Tom bluntly said and winked as finishes sipping up what's left in his soda can.

I trailed at the latter as he swung his leg over our lunch table's seat and sat beside Liz. Liz had her jaw dropped open as her gaze glued on him.

"Is this for real? The Dir-- I mean Tom is sitting with us at lunch?" My friend questioned with a whispery voice as she leaned across the table's surface.

"I can't believe she did that. Using him for her own benefits,"

I could hear buzzing whispers from the lunch table somewhere behind us. I hate to assume but I think they're talking about me.