Microwaved Love

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Brian has been staring down at his phone for ages. We are in our history class right now, but our teacher isn't paying attention to us. She's one of those bludge teachers that everyone has, the ones that you love but hate at the same time. She hasn't even assigned us anything to do this period. She had just walked in half an hour late, plopped herself into the teacher's chair, promptly opened up her laptop and started ignoring us.

I suppose she had given us a one sided worksheet to complete a few weeks ago, but all of us know that she isn't going to check it. And no one can be expected to spend so much time on just a couple of questions. Especially the ones where you can just type up the question into the Google search bar and an instant answer pops right up without you even having to open a website.

"Hey, Brian? What are you doing?" I ask.

Brian had started sitting next to me in our history classes a week ago. Of course, everyone had begun staring at us like there was some life threatening rule stating that under no condition are sexy bad boys allowed to sit next to weird loner girls, and there was even more surprise in their expressions when he had asked me whether movies in a dark room or at night outside were more romantic.

He had been asking for Jodie's sake.

But everyone listening didn't know that.

Brian had rolled his eyes at their reaction, and muttered something about people being stupid. I had laughed.

The people around us hadn't exactly bothered keeping their opinions quiet. We heard everything they said. I don't know whether that was a good or bad thing.

"They are so going out."

"Dude, isn't that the chick Cam's been hitting on for a month?"

"Why didn't he choose me?"

"They are like the cutest couple ever!"

"Who is she?"

"Pass me the Pepsi."

Brian isn't really the type of person to care about what other people think. They probably would have realised that he is actually going out with Jodie sooner or later, but still, I was glad when he sat next to me again in the next lesson.

Brian looks up at my question and slips his phone into the pocket of his jeans.

"Seth isn't picking up." he replies. "He hasn't been for the whole weekend. We were going to meet up somewhere but he didn't show."

"He might just still be sad." I say, turning my attention over to the boy sitting next to the big sliding window, who is proceeding to stick a leg out and tempt death.

Brian frowns at this.

"What do you mean?"

Brian's voice has gotten more serious now. He shifts in his seat, facing me completely with a serious expression which I admit, looks a little scary on his face.

"What?" he repeats when he notices my hesitation to answer.

Quickly, I shake my head and shrug. Seth's business is his and his alone, and if Brian wants to know about it he should ask him directly.

"I don't know." I mumble.

Brian is silent for a moment.

"Seth's right. You have no idea how to lie."

"I'm not lying." I say, turning away from him. "I really don't."

"Sure you're not." he responds sarcastically.

He reminds me of Seth too much. That sounded exactly like something that he would say and this thought brings Seth to my mind again. To tell the truth, I had thought of him more than once since Saturday morning when he had dropped me off at home, but now I am actually starting to worry a little about him. I shouldn't have let him drink, let alone drunk with him. He should have showered or something and then gotten some rest, but I guess I completely ruined that for him.