What are you going to do about it?

The cafeteria.

A place most people dread being.

Although, this time I didn't mind. I had met up with Cameron by the main staircase and followed him to the cafeteria. He sat at an empty table, and no matter how puzzled I was, I sat down too.

"Where are... Your friends?" I gulped nervously. Despite my old reputation, I didn't fare well meeting new people.

"They've gone to the store just up the road. That's where they get their lunch." Cameron gave me a sympathetic smile, seeming to sense how uncomfortable I was.

"Don't you get lunch?"

"Eh.. I usually get one of they guys to get me something, I reserve the table." He smiled, taking his phone from his bag and unlocking it.

I scanned the crowds, mapping out what it would have been like from someone else's point of view. The table I used to sit at was in the back corner, with the most seats. I tried to avoid being seen for the most part, trying to engage Cameron in conversation to distract myself from the growing pit of dread in my stomach.

"No way Pink Floyd are better than Motley!" I heard a boy call, before he ran over and all but fell into a seat. "Hey, Cam." The boy greeted. He had long black hair, which was obviously dyed as his roots were beginning to show.

"Hey, Dan. This is Mike." Cameron nodded to Dan.

"Hey, Mike. Call me Danny." Danny smiled, running his finger through his hair, making it frizz.

"Motley are the shit," Another boy approached, grumbling to himself.

"Oh, shush your face, Benji! - We have company." Danny grinned at this 'Benji' boy. He had messy brown hair and a lip ring.

"Hey.. Mike, right?" 'Benji' asked, squinting his eyes as if trying to remember. When I nodded, he held out his hand. "I'm Ben." I laughed at his formal introduction but shook his hand nonetheless.

Cameron shook his head at our introductions, but sprung up quickly and ran to the door. I watched him strangely, before turning back to Danny and Ben, who seemed to be involved in their own little conversation.

"Kid's whipped," I heard Ben mumble, eliciting a small laugh from Danny.

"At least he's found someone." It was only now that I realised that both Ben and Danny had heavy accents, although I'm not sure which.


I sighed and pulled out my phone, deciding that it was better than nothing. Within a few moments, the phone buzzed, scaring the everliving shit outta' me.

From: Tony

Lookin' mighty awkward over there.
You okay? Xxx


I looked up, alarmed. I spotted Tony over by the staff table, smirking at me. I began to text back, when my phone was snatched from my hands.

"Who's Tony and why is he getting.. 3 kisses? Dude, 3 kisses." Ben grinned cheekily, reading over the recent conversation.

"Let me see this," Danny smirked, leaning over to read from my phone screen. "Yep, I do believe that is 3 kisses, Benji."

"Mike," Ben raised his eyebrows in a joking manner, "Do tell."

"Really, it's noth-"

"Jesus christ." Yet another boy appeared, panting heavily.

"Hey James. Now Mike, do tell."

"Boyfriend, perhaps?" Ben pried.

"It's.. Just a friend."

Notes

This chapter is a bit all over the place, sorry about that.


Thanks for reading,
-Alisha