“Can I sit with you guys?” Ethan asked, his voice full of curiosity and, what it seemed like at the time, sincerity.
“Of course, but I’m not sitting with them, so if it’s cool you can just sit with me and some other friends,” I said as I moved up in the line.
“What would you like?” the Lunch Lady asked me. “Can I just have a pizza-” The Lunch Lady handed me my pizza- “thank you,” I continued down the line and grabbed two honeydew fruit cups. “Will you wait for me?” Ethan asked, whilst grabbing his pizza. In response I nodded my head, paid for my food then stood at the door, waiting for my new friend.
Holy shit it’s Alexis. He’s gonna see me with another guy… not to mention I look horrible, I thought as I saw my crush walk towards the line I was in. Maybe, if I look down and pretend I don’t see him, he won’t see me. Oh, who am I kidding? We all know he’d much rather look at Alyssa. She is his girlfriend, after all. I physically sighed, as I finished my thoughts.
Ethan was finally paying for his lunch and once he walked up to me. Alexis looked over to us. “Ya’know,” Ethan started, “that was the first time I got my lunch number right this whole week, on the first try. It might be because I made my first friend, and she’s really kind,” Ethan smiled at me and all I did was laugh awkwardly whilst walking towards the table I was sitting at. Walking by Ethan makes me feel even smaller, since he’s like 5’10 and I’m only 5’. Oh, well. Time to introduce him to some of my friends.
“Guys, meet Ethan, Ethan meet my friends,” I said, as I sat down next to Aiyanna following with motioning for Ethan to sit in the seat next to me. “He’s new to the school and hopefully to my friend group, so treat him nice.”
Everyone said their hello’s and hi’s to Ethan and Ethan returned it in a very shy manner. I smiled to myself, watching the scene in front of me. I did good. I made a new friend, made him feel accepted, and gave him a seat for the year- well, at least he has a seat next to me for the rest of the year. Ethan and I started eating and I was getting to know him over the pizza.
“So where did you move here from?” I asked tearing another piece of pizza and dropping it into my mouth.
“Hawkins, Texas. It’s about 30 minutes from here. You probably haven’t heard of it since it’s so small.” I looked up into his eyes, once I finished the piece in my mouth. His eyes are so pretty, they hold so much emotion. One problem. I can’t tell what those emotions are. It’s like he’s feeling everything, yet is expressing nothing. I envy that he’s so in control of himself, something I’m the complete opposite of, for the most part. If I’m happy you can tell, if I’m sad you can tell, if I’m mad you can really tell. But, with Ethan it’s like he’s a pickle jar that won’t open, whilst I’m a cup with no lid. I wonder what he’s gone through that makes him able to keep his, well his everything, so under control.
“Why’d you move here?” I looked back at my plate and picked up my cup of honeydew.
“I was being bullied by my whole school.”
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