By lunch I was completely exhausted, and it was only half way through the day (What was I going to do?) This school was like a maze and even with a map I was having trouble, I had already gotten lost twice (Yes, twice). I was standing in the lunch line now, looking around me and wondering where I was going to sit after I had procured my food. I decided that the back corner looked promising, there was an almost empty table there (I don't care much for eating with strangers [I don't care much for strangers]).

The food that the lunch lady was passing out looked really healthy (Like death healthy [I'm not one for healthy food either]). So I grabbed the safest thing I could find, a salad (Unfortunately, it did have cherry tomatoes, but I could pick around those). Taking my tray I made my way through the cafeteria to the table that only had two other people sitting at it.

"Can I sit here?" I asked timidly. They both shrugged their shoulders as if to say, 'we don't really care,' but they said no actual words to me. So I joined them at the table sitting as far from them as possible and trying desperately to not give into the urge to lay my head down on the table and take a twenty minute nap.

I was just picking the tomatoes out of my salad in order to make it safe to eat (It's not that I don't like tomatoes, in fact, I actually enjoy them, but I am highly allergic to them and I had no desire to break out in hives on my first day here). All of a sudden someone sat down across the table from me and began speaking at a mile a minute.

"So how has your first day been so far? I bet it has been awesome! For me as far as first days go this one has been pretty good! I mean other than the fact that it lacks good food! Where is the pasta and the pizza?" It was Feli and he seemed way too excited about life (He also still had his eyes closed which was rather worrying), and when he said pasta he threw his hands up in the air energetically. Why was he sitting with me? We had only met for like two minutes and now here he was actually eating lunch with me. No one had ever wanted to eat lunch with me before (I was always too quiet, and they thought that I didn't like them, a classic Mr. Darcy moment).

"It's been ok, I guess," I said, Feli seemed nice and I was trying my hardest not to come off as rude. "You like pasta I see." (I was implementing a trick my mom had taught me about people, they are always willing to talk about what they like, and if you can get them on the right track you won't have to do much talking at all [Which works especially well for me, because I never know what to say])

"Like pasta?" He exclaimed indignantly, "I Love PASTA!" This time when he said pasta he actually stood up causing a lot of those around us to stop eating and stare (the other two people at the table with us actually glared).

"Calm down," I said laughing, this was the first time someone in real life had made me laugh out loud (well, other than my mother).

"Sorry," Feli said quickly, "It's just that I really like pasta," he then lapsed into a very long rant about the greatness that is pasta, including every variation out there. He really did know his pasta. I sat in silence eating my salad and listening to him. This was the first time that someone had talked to me like this in a very long time and I was actually enjoying it.

"Are you going to eat those?" He asked me suddenly pointing to the tomatoes that I had piled on a napkin next to my tray. I don't know how he could tell that there was anything there, his eyes were still closed (Was he blind and just had amazing senses? No that couldn't be it, he was way too aware of his surroundings to be blind).

"No," I said pushing them closer to him, "You can have them."

"Thank you!" He said excitedly and reached out and grabbing one popped it into his mouth. "How can you not like tomatoes? I love them!"

"I don't dislike them," I said, somehow Feli put me at ease and I wasn't nervous talking to him like I was with everyone else. "I'm actually allergic to them, when I eat them I break out in a rash."

"Oh," Feli said, completely subdued (It kind of looked as though someone had just told him his puppy had died), "That is the saddest thing that I have ever heard. I'm sorry."

"It's really not that bad," I said, I didn't fully understand why he was taking this so hard, lots of people are allergic to lots of different things.

"But it's so sad," He said his voice still really down cast, "You can't eat anything with tomatoes in it?"

"Not really," I replied, I was a little nervous about how hard he was taking this and I wanted to reassure him that it was fine, "I mean I won't die or anything, I just break out in a rash. Which is really embarrassing."

"But how do you eat your pasta?" He asked his voice a little better now that I told him tomatoes wouldn't kill me, but still he sounded upset.

"I like alfredo sauce," I said, hoping this would cheer him up a little bit. It seemed to work, he looked up at me (And when I say looked he still had his eyes closed, but his face was directed at mine) and gave me a big smile.

"I like alfredo sauce too!" He said sounding more like he did earlier – all bubbly and excited. He then went on to talk about all of his favorite foods that did not involve tomatoes (but he seemed to really like tomatoes because every other thing he said actually did involve tomatoes). I was beginning to really like this guy, he was funny, outgoing, and really passionate about his food (and he was actually talking to me, which was a big plus).

"So what class do you have next?" he asked suddenly changing the subject from food to school in 0.2 seconds. He seemed to do that: be talking about one thing and then remember something else and talk about that instead.

"I don't know," I admitted turning and digging through my backpack to find my schedule. Pulling it out a quickly checked what class I had for 5th period. "I have foreign languages, Spanish I think."

"Okay," Feli said both a little excited and a little disappointed at the same time, "I have history, but I think my brother has Spanish now too." I couldn't bring myself to say that I was not looking forward to it then, after this morning I don't think I'm a big fan of Feli's brother.

"Wait," I said the full weight of what Feli had just said sinking in (As I spoke I actually shocked myself, in all my freshman year I hadn't talked this much and now I was talking my head off on the first day [there was just something about Feli that made me want to talk]). "I thought your brother was a senior, what is he doing taking sophomore Spanish?"

"He's a junior," Feli said as though this fact should be obvious (and it really wasn't, his brother looked much older then he actually was), "And the reason he's taking it is that he had to retake beginner Spanish last year because he failed the Spanish placement test."

"How do you fail a placement test?" I asked, I understood from what Feli was saying was that he and his brother had moved here last year and started school (Which made me wonder why Feli's brother wasn't nicer to me seeing as how he had to have been in the same boat as me last year).

"By not trying," Feli said popping another tomato in his mouth. "He's never really been one for trying to hard."

I was about to ask Feli another question about his brother (Ok, let's face it I was way more curious about this guy then I should have been) when all of a sudden the bell rang. We were forced to leave the cafeteria or risk being late to class. So with a quick parting goodbye and a see you later, Feli and I went in to different directions he made his way to history and I (Still relying heavily on my map) made my way down the hall to Spanish. If I had known what was awaiting me there I probably would have never gone into that class room.

A\N: So I'm going to try and keep this story going for as long as I can. Please leave a review and tell me what you think. And remember: make pasta, not war!