***Author's Note***

This story is written in 1st person point of view. At the start of each chapter, the person who is narrating will be named.

Jonathan Freeman

I looked down at my lunch and slowly pulled out the sandwich. I was crossing my fingers, toes, legs, eyes… Basically, everything that could be crossed was. I looked at it for a second then groaned. I dropped it back in the bag.

"I'm a junior in college. When is my mom going to stop cutting my sandwiches into little hearts?" I moaned. I looked around me for a trash can, but I couldn't find any. They were probably in the indoor cafeteria, since almost nobody ate lunch outside when it was 65°. How pathetic.

"Hey, relax. Food's food," assured my room mate, Mac, who sat across the round table. He was slurping up a soup he had gotten from the booth on our way to the tables. He had been piling up the bits of chicken he had sifted from his soup on an abandoned napkin he had found on the floor. He was sticking to his newly acquired vegetarian diet. Ever since he found out what was really in hot dogs, he had sworn never to eat meat again, which didn't make sense, considering he's Nicole Richie-skinny.

"You know, just because you pick out the meat, it doesn't mean it's all gone. I'm sure that soup's got chicken juice in there too," I pointed out.

He scowled at me and ignored what I said. He brushed his brown bangs from out of his eyes and changed the subject. "Are you still going to join the football team?"

"Oh yeah, that," I mumbled, remembering my promise. At the start of the year, I promised Mac I'd join a sport and stop being so obsessed with computers. I decided that I was pretty fit, so I picked football. Plus, I didn't actually think I'd get in. So I was pretty surprised when I got in the team as the 3rd strongest player. Don't get me wrong, I'm not super weak, but I'm not a huge bulky monster. "I don't know. I don't want to be known as the jock. I like it down here with the tech geeks. I can talk to machines, you know."

"Oh yeah…" remembered Mac. I had told him my secret when we were freshman in high school. I decided I waited long enough to tell him. "You know, if you join the team, the cheerleaders will go out with you, and maybe even give you something extra, if you get what I'm saying."

I rolled my eyes at Mac, who was using his drumsticks on the table. "That won't happen. I'm sure of it."

"Oh yeah? Then why are they staring at you?" he pointed out. I turned, and sure enough, they were all staring. Well, almost all of them. One was turned away. All I saw was her wavy chocolate hair. Then she turned around.

I didn't even care about the three bottle blondes next to her waving at me and licking their lips seductively. I didn't care about the fact that their skirts were short enough to see where they bought their underwear. I didn't care that one of the girls "forgot" to wear a bra. I didn't care. I was too busy falling in love with the girl with chocolate hair.

Why does love have to be so corny?

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