I slumped against the brick wall with my arms crossed over my chest and my foot propped up as well, my bag lying beside my one foot on the ground; I had my earphones in and plugged up to my phone, letting me listen to some of my favorite bands as I waited for Luke. Yes, Luke Hemmings. Apparently we have a project together in English, an essay on each other- what we like about each other. So, of course, I think the project, essay, whatever is stupid because I hate Luke and there tends to be nothing likeable in my eyes.
I have already tried thinking of one thing, and I actually came up with something: his eyes. No matter who it is, whether it be my annoying father or someone who bullied me in highschool, I always find their eyes unique in some way shape or form. Like my dad’s eyes are hazel and some days they become completely brown and others they become completely green, and I find it so interesting. Now the thing with Luke’s eyes is that they’re so blue, and everyone tends to notice them- I say everyone because when he’s around I hear at least one person say to their friend: “He has nice eyes,” and I can’t deny it even though I want to.
So, one down. Five to go. Lovely.
Finally Luke came out of the building and walked towards me, a scowl that probably matched mine on his face. His hair wasn’t in a quiff today, it was covered by a hat and he wore his regular clothes: band tee, skinny jeans (black), and vans or converse. Luke stopped infront of me and started saying something, but I didn’t understand because of the music. I turned it down and took one earphone out, asking what he said.
“I said we should probably try and start on the essay, like get to know each other.” He said for the second time.
I just nodded and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder. “Should we go someplace? Like the game room or something?”
“Um, what about the café down the road? It’s quiet.”
I shrugged, not really caring. I just wanted this to be over, and it won’t be until the end of this semester; only a month and a half away counting the short Thanksgiving break coming up. Luke started walking with hands stuffed in his pocket, not bothering to check if I was following or not, and I ended up following him after waiting a few seconds. I just didn’t want to be right next to him, and I didn’t exactly know why either. Maybe it was because I didn’t want people around here thinking we’re friends, or the fact that I’m so short I’ll feel like an elf next to him, or maybe it’s the fact he’ll try to talk to me. I wasn’t in a talking mood.
So I followed behind him. We walked to the café half a mile away from the campus, my old job. I loved that job and I wish I still worked there because I would be able to get stuff free, and now I don’t which means if either of us gets a drink or something we will have to pay. Thank you, Landen, for firing me. The walk wasn’t the bad and it was actually peaceful minus almost getting shit on by a pigeon or some type of bird above me. And my phone died, so no more music for me.
Once we got in the café Luke went to the back and sat in a booth, and I almost didn’t follow him because I was so used to staying up front here, behind the counter as I watched customers chat and visit among themselves. Yet, I followed him feeling out of place in the back, sitting on the opposite side and regretting even more that I forgot to charge my phone.
“So, Harrison, should we play twenty question-.”
“No.” I interrupted him. I hated that game, only because I played it so much in highschool and middle school.
Luke looked taken back for a moment, but he just nodded and leaned into the back cushion of the booth. “Alright, then. What are we going to talk about?”
