Infinity

Chapter 1: Mason

"Yo man, I'm gonna go talk to her" Josh said, finishing off a bag of Doritos. I looked at him, chuckling. "Her..? As in Eleanor?" I scoffed, popping a limp, half cooked french fry in my mouth. I looked over at the girl in question, the girl sitting alone at one of the few mini lunchtables in the cafeteria. She was hunched over her notebook, face close to the page as she scrawled words on the pages as fast as she could. Her auburn hair cascaded past the side of her face, laying on top of the table and hiding her profile. She had a reputation around the school. Snob. Beyotch. She felt as if she were better than everyone, as if people like me weren't worth the dirt between her feet. Most people hated her. I mean, i don't really care, ya know? She's just a girl. But Josh was all about breaking into her bubble, finding out what made her tick. To be honest, it was starting to irritate the crap out of me.

"No, Sarah Palin who has decided to make a suprise appearence at the school. Of course Eleanor! This is the perfect opprotunity for me to talk to her without anyone interfering!"

"Fine, whatever" i said, smirking at him as he stood up and brushed crumbs off of his Linkin Park tee shirt. "Just don't expect me to help you out with this scheme. You've got enough planned as it is." Josh, in response, expertly whipped a french fry at me, hitting me dead in the forehead. "Bull's eye!!" He laughed, as he walked over to her table. I watched him as he sat down in front of her and yanked her notebook out from under her pen, looking over the pages with greedy eyes. I saw him say something but couldn't make out his words over the dull roar of the cafeteria conversations. Just as quickly, i watched her yank her notebook back and hug it to her chest, standing up quickly and practically knocking her chair over. Josh lookes at her shocked, and stood up, saying loudly, "Whats wrong with you, ya skank?" Half the cafeteria turned towards them, the thirst for drama filling the air with the stench of sweat and pre-pubesent teens itching for a fight. What they found was mildly disappointing, of course, and they quickly went back to thier buisness. Eleanor remained silent, and instead of retaliating she silently walked away from him to another empty table. Josh sighed openly, and stalked back over to the table.

"Jeez man, its like she's untouchable or something!!" He exclaimed, collapsing into his chair as if he had just ran a marathon. "This plan is not going well..."

As he began to detail the next step he would take to achieve Project PRG (Preppy Rich Girl), i couldnt help but look over at Eleanor, sitting alone, silent. At that moment, she looked up slightly, and our eyes met. Though it was only a second before she looked away, i felt an ache in my chest. The kind of ache you get when you see those commercials for the kids in Africa or the puppies who need homes after surviving months of brutal abuse. I must've made some type of face, because suddenly Josh was snapping his fingers in my face.

"Yo man, you okay? Is anyone home in there?"

I laughed, snapping out of my thoughts though the ache still remained slightly.

"Yeah, I'm good. No worries, right?"

He nodded at me, long brownish hair flopping around his face, hair that came down to the top of hia neck. He refused to cut it as a form of "Rebellion" against his cookie-cutter parents. His grey eyes were dancing with ideas, plots, evil plans to start an uprising in the school, his ultimate plan. Me? I'm just here for the ride. I mean, he's my best friend, though there are people I'd rather be with at times. But he's always been there, and there's just something about his charisma that makes people drawn to him. Now, if he could just stop acting like such a douche then maybe we could get somewhere.

Suddenly, the bell was ringing. I almost missed it, but the huge woosh of people rising from thier seats was also a tell-tale sign that lunch was over. I threw out my tray in one of the big black trash cans they have posted all over the room (though most people neglect to use them), and started the treck to Period 7. Josh clapped me on the shoulder, grinning like a madman.

"See ya in class brah!! Unless you hear me first!"

I laughed, wiping a Doritos handprint off of the shoulder of my black hoodie.

"Hear ya then bub."

As he ran off, i found myself walking directly next to the one and then only, Eleanor. I looked at her out of the corner of my eye, wondering if she knew who she was next to. If she was aware of who i was, who i could be, if she got the same feeling i did when our eyes met, and why. I swear, at some moment, she looked right back up at me, before we were sucked into the mob of high schoolers and herded like cattle to our next class. Social Studies. Yippie.