popularity || sanders sides [DISCONTINUED]

6 | Patton

Chapter Six: He Can Sit With Us
Patton Valentine

Well, he was nice!

I skipped down the hall, the opposite way of the stranger, and made my way to my locker, trading things I would need for class for my backpack. It was routine. That's basically what every day was, a routine where sometimes you knew what was coming next and the other times you didn't. Routine had become what my life was after I accidentally made it into cheerleading. I don't know how I didn't notice that I wasn't signing up for the talent show until I had made it into something else, but it is what it is, I guess.

My first class was math, so I went there next. The class wasn't as boring as some people made it out to be, but then again, some people just made every class out to be the most boring thing in the world. I quite enjoyed school, to be honest.

I turned to see two people enter the room: the person I sat on the bus, who I still didn't know the name of, and one of my favorite people, Logan Sanders.

Logan was the great-grandson of the founder of our high school, Thomas Sanders. He was a huge nerd, but once you got to know him he was fun to be around, but that was only if he liked you. He didn't like many people. I was one of the few that he did, for certain reasons, and I felt lucky. Luckier than most.

"Hey, Logan!" I said with a smile, waving him over to the seat next to mine, which is where he usually sat. We had a lot of classes together and we would always sit next to each other since, not to be rude, he didn't have many other friends despite being friends with me and our other friend Roman Castillo, one of the other most popular kids in school.

Just a note: I'm way closer to Logan than I am to Roman. This is simply because, well, to put it simply, Logan and I were in a relationship. We had been since eighth grade, which was amazing considering most of our classmates couldn't go two weeks without breaking up with their significant others. We just had a special bond, I guess.

He sat down next to me and gave a slight wave, "Greetings, Patton." He would talk to me like that, with big fancy words, because that's how he talked to everybody. I didn't mind it at all, but Roman thought it was a bit annoying when we were trying to have a normal conversation.

"How are you?" I asked, knowing that the bell signaling that class was starting wouldn't ring for a while. We had at least five minutes left to catch up before it did. He responded, "I'm well, thank you. How about you?"

I thought for a second about my response, "I'm doing great! Say, do you know who that kid is?" I gestured to the kid who I sat next to on the bus. He looked at the boy I was looking at, "Oh yeah. I know him. We had a project in science together."

"Do you know his name?" I asked. He nodded, "Virgil Jensen." Virgil, aye? That's a nice name, I thought. Maybe I should invite him to sit next to us at lunch...

Logan, Roman, and I sat next to each other at lunch. We had a whole table to ourselves (along with Roman's friend Veronica,) so there would be plenty of room for Virgil if he wanted to sit with us.

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"He can't sit with us." Roman said plainly, taking a bite of the pizza Lunchable that his mom had packed him. I frowned, "Why not?" I knew that Roman had some unreasonable reason as to why Virgil couldn't sit at lunch with us, and I was ready to hear it.

His response was the most stupid thing I've ever heard come from his mouth, "Because he's a loser."

I slammed my hands down on the surface of the table, making Logan and Veronica jump, "Logan isn't exactly popular either but he sits here! Veronica, though she deserves way more for being the single most wonderful girl in the entire universe and I love her so much platonically, doesn't have many friends either! Wanna rethink your response, Roman?!"

He seemed to understand that I was mad, though being that mad was just a cover for getting my way. I had mastered that art long ago. He sighed, "Fine. Okay, he can sit with us. Happy?"

I squealed—much like a girl—in delight and hugged him, no homo, "Thank you, Roman! You won't regret it!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever..." he muttered, continuing to eat his Lunchable. I pushed my glasses back up to their original position, seeing as they had slid down my nose when I was making my counter-argument against Roman. How a mere cheer novice—something I liked calling myself—could change a football star like Roman's mind was Greek to me, but I couldn't complain because now I could have a chance at getting to know Virgil!

I had an idea, "Oh, Roman? Another thing: I want you to ask him to join us. He'll be more likely to accept the idea if you ask."

"Why's that?" Roman questioned, suspicious. I smirked, "Because you're hot and I'm not."

Veronica laughed a bit, Logan smiled, but Roman was unimpressed, "Are you sucking up to me so that I'll ask Virgil to join us?" He paused, "Because it's totally working." I smiled. My sucking up skills were pretty sharp.

Roman sighed and walked away towards where Virgil was sitting in the corner of the large cafeteria. While he was doing that, Logan put an arm around me and pulled me closer so he could whisper, "Okay, I know that you said that to pressure Roman into doing that for you, but never say that again. Because you are...hot, in your words."

I felt the butterflies in my stomach flutter after Logan stated that. Giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, I nodded, "Alright, I think I can agree with that."