To Be Okay [RayEmma]

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"Gilda, tell me why it hasn't been a week and you're already revoking your statement about being vegan."

"You all deserve hell." The green-haired girl pouts in her corner, clenching her fists at the sight of her packed lunch. "Everyone at the house can't respect my damn decision. They've been religiously cooking meat ever since."

"Here, have some more." A tan man sitting beside her gives her a serving of his porkchop.

"Stop the teasing. I feel like crying."

The green-haired girl whimpers and Emma tries to console her by patting her back repeatedly. Cooing, whispers of 'there there.'

This is it.

Ray found himself in a strange limbo of standing in the middle of the cafeteria with a plate of good curry supposedly in an enldless cycle of deciding whether or not to seat at the empty chair Norman and Emma had supposedly reserved for him. With the green haired girl who he remebers to have almost had a fight with just earlier.

Should I just make the run for it? He places out his viable options. Sitting with the weird group of friends or taking his chance and eating at the room instead.

"Ray, take a seat!" Well. "If you're thinking about eating in the classroom, no. Teachers banned us from doing so just a week ago." Godammit.

"Said it makes a lotta mess." Norman pipes in.

He sighs, "Just my luck." I've got no choice huh.

"Just seat. Gilda won't attack you, I promise. You'll be alright." Emma shoots him a toothy smile and gestures sideways to the seat between herself and Norman. True enough, this Gilda person was too busy agonizing over her lunch to bother with Ray. So, he doesn't argue. It's not like he has any other choice anyways so he takes the seat quietly.

It wasn't bad at all. Aside from the whole dragging him out of his sleep, they weren't bothering him as he ate. They were all pretty quiet too. It was a welcoming silence though.

Felt as though they were observing him.

If he noticed how soft Emma's expression was just then, he pretends he doesn't see it. She's just that kind of person. Kind to everyone and anyone.

Give it a week and she'll be tired of me.

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"Adressing student no. 81194. Please visit the Principal's office as soon as possible. Again, adressing student no. 81194 please visit the Principal's — "

What does she want. He circles his pencil over his notes. The number being adressed over the sound system was definitely his.

"Ray." He brings himself to look up. Mr. Lucas, their Statistics teacher had called him, holding up the list of their section's students in hand. "It's your number. Please go out at once."

He closes his notebook but he doesn't budge from his current position. That is until Mr. Lucas decidedly walked towards him, and silently uttered, "best not keep her waiting."