𝓦𝓸𝔀, 𝓘'𝓶 𝓲𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 ~ 𝓚𝓵𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓹𝓱𝔂 / 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓷

. － Three // Connor － . (Re;)

(Rewritten) Connor's P.O.V

I make my way through a sea of people, shuffling awkwardly around them, trying to find my way to the regular spot where I eat my lunch. Of course, it's full, and my seat is taken by some crackpots who were probably still high off their asses. I feel myself audibly groan, glaring at them then turning around. I scan the area, eventually letting my eyes land on a seat somewhere to the left side in the back. I figure, why the hell not, I'm in the back so it's not like anyone will be too bothered, and begin my journey there. At some point I had to start stepping over people to get there, trying to avoid them as much as possible, and finally, somehow, finding the spot.

I let out a sigh of relief, sitting down next to some kid in a black T-shirt, I didn't catch a good look at their face. At least.. not until I sat down and realized how much of a terrible decision I had just made. I can see out of the corner of my eye, him turn his head. He obviously spotted me, I'm kind of hard to miss. School freak, and all that. He continues a conversation with some other people at the table. A girl wearing a black crop-top and a dark blue skirt, a guy with an oversized red hoodie literally covered in pins and patches, and a guy next to him, wearing a dark blue overcoat and an awkward lopsided smile. There were a few others, but those three specifically are the one's he was talking to.

Obviously, I try to find a way out. I turn my head and look for a place to wiggle out through. Nothing. I keep in an annoyed sigh at that, and just end up stifling it by digging through my bag, finding a small plastic baggie of crackers, and stuffing one in my mouth. The taste is terrible, it's one of those organic snacks that you get at Trader Joes, or something like that. But it's the only edible thing I have on me at the moment, so I just continue eating them until the bag is empty. By that point I feel like shit, and am honestly just trying to find a squeezable space to go through the crowd before eventually, me sitting there and glancing back occasionally will get too awkward and I'll have to join in on the conversation. Too late, now i'm being introduced into it.

"Hey, you new here?" Looking up, I can clearly see the guy in the red hoodie was responsible for this comment. "At the school or the lunch table?" I mumble out, shoving the plastic bag into my shoulder bag, real deep down. "Uh. Maybe both?" I allow myself to let out a shaky laugh. "I'm definitely new to the lunch table. But I've been here for about the past three years." He smiles wide, and tugs on the kid in the dark blue jacket's arm. "New recruit!" He yelps, pumping his fist. I'm sorta startled by this. New recruit? Did he honestly not know who I was? What my reputation was?

"Huh? Already?" Finally, he looks back at me, pushing up his glasses. He pulls a thin smile that's trying probably too hard to make this not awkward. (Too late, bud.) I just stare, of course, completely forgetting that he's right there, and not thirty feet away, or only five. He's about two, now. "Hey, man. Welcome to whatever the hell this is," His smile gets looser, a visible sign he's getting more comfortable sitting there next to me. "I guess your stuck with us now, sorry." He laughs, giving the other's some sort of eye-signal that makes them sit closer. "It's fine," I rasp back at him, cracking a smile. 

"So, what's your name?" The boy in the dark blue jacket asks. "I'm Jeremy, by the way. That's Michael, uh.. Christine's at play rehearsal. Oh! That emo mess over there is Veronica, might of heard of her in the news." Veronica punches his arm. "My ex-boyfriend, you might of heard of my ex-boyfriend on the news." She corrects, smiling deviously. "Connor. My name's Connor." I say, holding my smile in place as I reach a hand out to them. Michael fist bumps me, while Jeremy does the intended greeting, shaking my hand, and Veronica gives me a high five. "Yo, Kleinman, you two already know each other, or what?" Michael chimes in, pointing his eyes away from me and to the person next to me. "Oh, uh. Yeah, I know him." 

Word Count : 793

Time : 4:40 p.m. － late evening? Kind of? Edited time: 10:27 p.m. >u<

Inspiration : Gud :>