Uhm, just like the last Shifting Love, but different... Only slightly... I think...
The seconds dripped past me as I sat alone at the table. The cafeteria was buzzing with excitement and laughter slid through my ears, trifling with my head. It was always like this, except today was even worst.
My classmates braced themselves, waiting like piranhas to snatch up the new kid.
I stared at my plate, picking at my pizza. My fingers were slimed with grease.
Brown hair to his ears, and clear blue eyes, New Kid strolled into the cafeteria. A shy, crooked smile was forced on his features. He was obviously nervous, wanting anything but to meet peoples' eyes. I know; I've been there too many times to count.
He glanced around, searching for an empty seat. His attention was caught by the nearly empty table I occupied.
I only looked up for a mere second, but it was more than enough for me to guess his next move.
He began to walk towards my table, which was really only a few yards away from where he stood.
"Hey, dude! You wanna come sit with us?" Cody, a fair enough guy with fine blond hair and brown eyes, asked New Kid, pointing to his own overcrowded table farther away.
"No, that's okay." He hesitated for a moment before continuing with, "I told her I'd sit here today." He slid a guilty glance my way. I suddenly disliked the boy.
Cody, puzzled, looked at me. "Really? Well, um..." the poor kid didn't know what to say. "Are you sure?" New Kid, my least favorite person on the planet at the moment, nodded. "Okay then. If you're absolutely sure, I guess I'll see ya around."
New Kid sat down three seats away form me. I refused to look up at him. He was about to say something but I cut him off without thinking first.
"I heard that."
"Sorry. I hope you don't mind too much. I just don't want a lot of attention at the moment."
I didn't reply, and instead took a chunk out of my apple.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked, needing some reassurance that I didn't want to rip his throat out on his first day.
"Only if you talk," was my answer.
I looked up now, anger flaring. "I'm sorry, are you a new foreign exchange student? Do you understand English?" I questioned harshly.
He laughed, then caught my expression. "Oh. You- you're serious?"
"No, I actually think this little conversation of ours is cute." I let every word drip with sarcasm.
"I'm sorry; have I done something to offend you? Or do you treat everyone with this much disrespect?" I had to keep myself from smiling. He almost sounded truly hurt.
"Only the ones who lie." I looked at the empty space before him. "You're not going to eat?" I spoke before he could.
He looked confused, then realized what I meant. He hadn't gotten any food yet.
The angry fire left his eyes, replaced by something else. "No. I don't have much of an appetite. I never do on the first days."
"Uh-huh." I would have asked if he moved around a lot, but I didn't care enough to wonder.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"There's nothing stopping you, is there?" New Kid gave me a dirty look.
"Why do you act like that?"
"Like what?" What the heck was he going on about?
"Like you're some dark, misunderstood outcast," the kid clarified.
"Excuse me? Some 'dark, misunderstood outcast'? What do you think could possibly constitute such an offending remark. You're an outsider. You don't know me at all. Do you speak to every stranger like this?" I was furious.
"Only the ones who need their ego burst."
If looks could kill, the expression I gave him would've killed him thrice over. I didn't realize it, but I was clenching my fists around a milk carton I hadn't gotten around to drinking yet, and within seconds milk exploded everywhere. For the most part, though, it only got on New Kid's shirt.
Conversation everywhere stopped short for students to gawk at the spectacle before them.
"You've got a lot of nerve." My voice was cold and stony. It wasn't threatening, merely an observational tone.
I stood up, leaving my plate for someone else to clean up. I was shaking, but not from anger. I needed to get alone. I left the cafeteria and turned into the restroom as quickly as I could manage without drawing more attention to myself.