I really should be working on my debate case right now but I really need to procrastinate cuz I don't feel like doing it and when I don't feel like doing something, even if I try, nothing will get done. so short plot bunnie!
Chapter 2
After sitting there trapped in an awkward silence, the bell rang and lunch ended. Feliks and toris rushed out of the cafeteria with me. My face was burning as red as the crest on my uniform.
"Holy crap, dude! You, like, never told us about that before!" Feliks yelled at me.
"Because I never knew that he went here before!" I yelled back at him as we ran down the hall. "I never thought it would've been relevant!"
"She couldn't have ever known that this would happen," Toris agreed .
Feliks sighed. "Fine, but I want to know everything," he demanded. "Especially about the break up."
My face somehow became a darker shade of vermilion. "Everything? I asked him.
"Everything."
I took a deep breath. "Well, I've known Al for a couple of years. We went out for a few weeks and then broke up. No tragic love story, no fairytales."
We slowed down, but kept walking quickly to avoid being swept up by the crowd. Then we saw some faces we didn't want to.
"This is, like, a private conversation!" Feliks said to the unwelcome eavesdroppers. But as usual, the self-proclaimed Bad Touch Trio didn't care.
"Didn't you want to be treated like a princess?" Francis asked me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
"Not really," I said, slipping from his grip and moving closer to Toris and away from the perceived threat. "How is it that everywhere that I go you three always oh-so-conveniently show up?
"Because you're fresh meat," Feliks coughed/hinted. Francis just laughed, while his other two buddies moved a little bit too close to Toris. I grabbed my new friend and ran, Feliks following close behind.
The three of us ( Feliks, Toris, and I) finally got to our final destination aka Feliks's locker. The Bad Touch Trio passed, Francis tousling my hair a little on the way.