Would You Still Be There

I watched silently as my friends joked and laughed with each other, seated on the edge of the lunch table.

What was that feeling again? Oh yeah. Unimportance.

The worst feeling in the world is finding out your friends didn't care about you as much as you did them. You could think for years that someone was your best friend but in the blink of an eye find out there's five other people they care about more than you. Just like that.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my friends. The problem was they all were best friends with each other, and not me. I was just kind of there.

My only purpose was to take up space at the end of their table and give myself the illusion that I wasn't alone.

Every time I tried to join the conversation I felt pathetic, never really having anything to contribute. So I was ignored. Just like that.

Unimportant.

I just wished I had someone to call my best friend. I wished I was someone's first choice. With all my friends, I'd always been the second choice. The last resort to when they needed someone, and sometimes not even a choice. The point was, I longed for someone who cared about me more than anyone else. Someone who called me their best friend.

Hearing the bell ring, I sighed, signaling that I had to go to my first class. My friends all got up, seeming to scatter into the crowd in mere seconds. Nobody had thought to wait for me, I was alone. Just like that.

I made my way down the hallway, pushing past an almost never ending sea of people. I let out a huff, finally reaching my first period English class. In previous years I'd loved English, fascinated by the beautiful dark poems by Edgar Allan Poe, and the colorful plays by Shakespeare. This year however, the curriculum was a year long course where everything connected to some sort of bogus social issue, problems I'd rather rip my ears out than have to hear about again. Long story short, I hated it.

Throwing my stuff down in my seat, I looked at the board to see our schedule for the day. I sighed in relief when I found we were watching a movie.

Since no one in the class wanted to sit next to me, I had the whole back corner of the room to myself. I never talked, so the teacher rarely noticed me. I could basically do whatever I wanted.

The second bell finally rang, signaling the start of the day. My teacher finally entered the room, followed by a figure I didn't recognize. Once I got a better look, my mouth almost dropped. Standing on front of the class was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.

His dark, messy, brown hair flopped in from of his face, parting to reveal a shiny silver nose ring identical to mine. He was skinny and tall, and a few tattoos were littered on his arms and neck. I had to stop myself from drooling. The boy was wearing skinny jeans and a slipknot tank top, which was coincidentally my favorite band. I was so excited I could scream.

The boy had to be new, I definitely would have noticed someone like him around the school.

Sure enough I was right, the teacher began introducing him, I learned his name was Austin. Since I was the only one sitting next to an empty seat, the teacher motioned for him to sit next to me. He walked over, flashing me a brilliant smile. I almost choked.

I smiled back, wiping my the back of my sweaty palms onto my jeans and trying not to stare.

I must have been off in my own world for a second, finally snapping out of it to see his hand stuck out in front of him. My face flushed red in embarrassment, quickly sticking out my hand to shake his.

"I'm Austin." He beamed, taking a seat in the spot next to me. I was so mesmerized with him I didn't even mind that I wasn't alone in the back anymore.

"Alan, and I love your shirt."

Notes

Yay new fic! I'm writing this with Reall she'll be Austin's and I'll be Alan's point of view :)