The lunchroom was packed, it would be nearly impossible to get lunch in this mess.On the farside of the room lay the lunchline, and in front of them were rows and rows of lunchtables. B-but I've got Francesco. Jonas smiled to himself. He'll show me how to do it. Francesco grabbed Jonas's arm and pushed his way to the lunchline, he took two trays from the rack and handed one to Jonas. Jonas thanked him with a curt nod and they got into line.
"So Jonas, where ya from mate?" Francesco asked, grabbing a barbeque sandwich.
"I-I come from the UK." Jonas answered grabbing a salad.
"Woah! I come from Australia myself." Francesco added, grabbing two milks.
"I knew that your accent was familiar," Jonas bit his lip as he took a water bottle from the tray of ice.
"It shouldn't be too hard to mistake my accent." Francesco laughed, paying for his food. "Meet me at the table in the far back."
Francesco walked off to the lunchtables, he found the table in the back. He sat down and began munching on his barbeque sandwich, he looked up to see Jonas walking over to him. Jonas placed his food down and sat next to Francesco.
"So...like school so far?" Francesco chewed.
"I-I guess..." Jonas sighed, squeezing ranch dressing on his salad. "D-Deans' kind of a jerk though..."
Francesco opened his mouth to say something but Dean came up to him and slapped him on the back.
"Hey Frankie, Hey Jonni."
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