flashback
Fred
"Hey, Fred!"
"Hey," I said, shooting the girl I'd never seen before a smile.
I ran through the hallway, pushing past everyone blocking my way. I had to get to the lunchroom to claim mine and Jo's seats.
"Sorry, man," I said, patting Brett Johnson's shoulder.
"No problem, man," he yelled over the crowd of people.
"Freddy, I've told you about running through the hallways," Mrs. Jones warned.
"Alright, Mrs. Jones!" I yelled, continuing to run.
I eventually made it to the lunchroom and let out a sigh of relief. I slowed my pace down to walking, confident in the fact I'd definitely gotten Jo and I the best seats.
"Hey, Fred," a group of girls greeted, all smiling and twirling their hair as if they were programmed to do that.
"Hey," I smiled, walking over to the table I wanted.
Yes. The best view in the lunchroom, the most central loc-
My thoughts were cut short when I saw someone already occupying the best seat. My eyebrows went into a deep furrow at the blonde.
I walked over to her and tapped her shoulder.
She looked up at me, an eyebrow lifted. "Can I help you?"
I gave her a one-take, a grin tugging at my lips. "Maybe."
"No, I'm not going out with you." She spun around in her chair.
"Don't flatter yourself," I said, "this is my seat."
She slowly turned around again, her eyes in thin slits. "I'm sorry, is your name written on this specific chair?"
"Might as well be," I deadpanned.
"Well that sucks."
"Uh, I sat here last year."
She giggled. "No you didn't."
"Why would you say that?"
"Because you were an underclassman last year."
"Maybe I was a cool one," I said, smoothly sliding in the seat next to her.
She looked over at me, giving me the one-take I'd given her. "Doubtful."
I thought back on our conversation and furrowed my brows. "How do you know I was an underclassman?"
I grinned a small grin.
She looked over at me. "Everyone knows you, whether they want to or not."
"So you don't want to know me," I said, jutting my bottom lip out.
"Boys do have a brain cell. Comes as a surprise to me, I'm being honest."
I smiled and held out my hand. "Well I'll give you a formal introduction. I'm Fred King."
She looked down at my hand. "And I'm not interested."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Maybe I just want another friend."
She narrowed her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips.
"I can see a smile."
"I'm Alexis," she said, nodding, "Alexis Parker."
