Go on. Call me crazy.

I know I seem it, hating Seth one minute and loving him the next. I guess I'm just an indecisive girl. Or maybe I was trying to stay out of that whole typical teenage romance thing; because in my opinion that was a little ridiculous.

Whatever. It happened to every one sooner or later didn't it? I think I'm confusing myself here… I think way too much.

How did I even get myself here? Oh right… I was trying to distract myself from all the stares I got when I sat down with Cassidy at lunch.

I could hear the whispers who is that? Is she new here? NO I'm not new. I couldn't really blame anyone though, its not like I was voted 'Most likely to become an A list actress' or something.

Now I'm not going to lie; I had quite the difficult time walking around in this outfit. I always felt like the shirt was dropping too low, or the skirt was riding up. (A/N don't you hate when that happens?) And these shoes… they weren't the comfiest. It not like I didn't appreciate a cute outfit when I saw it, I just seriously preferred comfort.

"Mary!" Cassidy's friend Ari squealed happily. She had the prettiest red hair and chocolatley eyes. Not to mention an even toned pimple free complexion that any girl would literally kill for. "Hey." I smiled vaguely and watched as she munched away on her microwavable burrito. Ew. How could she be so carefree? She and Cassidy were two of the most outgoing people I'd ever met, and it killed me. I'd always wished for the confidence they had.

"Earth to Cassidy." I waved a hand in front of her face, she'd been blank for a while, not that I didn't know exactly who she was staring at.

"Oh sorry." Her head switched slightly, like she couldn't decide whether or not to break the gaze. The minute she noticed my stubby little fingers in her face she was distracted. She scowled and grabbed my hand, examining each nail.

"What did I tell you about biting your nails?" she cocked an eyebrow.

"Hardy har har mom." I snatched my hand away and used it to throw a piece of ice at her.

"Mary Abigail Pyne! Don't you dare get my hair wet!" I raised my hands up surrendering. "And if you're going to bite them don't bite them into little nubs!" once again she craned her neck, staring over my shoulder.

"Cass," I smirked, "You can go sit with them if you want." I threw a hand over my shoulder, indicating the huge quilette boys at the table behind us.

"No way." She faked a look of disgust. I could tell that she really wanted to though. She'd never really been much of an actress. I rolled my eyes and sighed. I was doing this for a friend.

"I'll go with you." I gagged a little at my own voice. It sounded like I was begging her. I wasn't though! Was I…?

"Really?" she gave me unintentional puppy eyes.

"Sure." I licked my lip nervously. Okay Mary now is the time you decide. I thought. You can either be Seth's friend or continue contemplating whether you should even look at him or not like some idiot.

To be honest? The latter seemed better. Of course, the first option would probably keep me from checking into an asylum.

"Of course." I smiled and stood up with an internal groan. Please, God, don't let me do something insanely stupid. Like trip over a flat surface… which seemed to happen often. I began that whole putting one leg in front of the other process that they refer to as walking, when I knew I wasn't being followed.

"Coming?" I tried not to laugh. I tried really hard. But as I pause in mid step and threw my head over my shoulder, I saw Cassidy back at the table. Frozen. Nervous.

Cassidy meadows was nervous?

Kodak moment.

"C'mon." I mouthed, rolling my eyes and nodding my head towards our destination. "There are twenty- two minutes left of lunch. You gonna stand there like that the whole time?" Geez, when did I become the one in command?

"Huh?" her head whipped around towards me. "Oh yea, coming." Seriously? She was too busy staring at that boy to go talk to him? That's going to make quite the movie someday. I cleared my throat, and waited for her to catch up. All the while I tried not to look stupid, but when you're standing in the middle of a cafeteria for no apparent reason, that's a bit hard to do.

We walked silently over to the table where the boys were inhaling half the cafeteria. I watched as Cassidy just walked over to Embry and started talking to him like it was nothing. Can you say mood swing? I smirked at her antics and decided to creep on Seth.

Like a creeper.

Surprisingly, he wasn't eating. He had a pencil in hand and was scribbling away. He looked quite deep in concentration, so I peeked over his shoulder to see a paper full of little stick people.

"Quite the artist you are." I stated sarcastically.

"It's last night's history homework." He continued doodling away; putting all the effort he had into these little stick people. The assignment was to draw some sort of ancient Indian symbol. By the looks of it, he'd fail anyway.

"Why didn't you do it last night?" I pulled out the chair beside him, and held my skirt to my butt as I sat.

"I was um… busy." He took a yellow crayon from a little box beside him and began coloring away. Could Indians even have blonde hair?

"So you decide to draw a bunch of little stick people?"

"I've been working on this for the past hour." He looked up. I had to bite my lip not to laugh. This kid was serious. He's spent the past hour putting so much effort into these little stick people. And he was proud of the art he'd done.

"Oh um… it's very nice." Its not like my drawing was going to hang in a museum or something, but still- little stick people? He waved his hand and continued drawing. I settled for sitting there and watching him draw. His forehead creased as he squinted his eyes, deep in concentration. I couldn't help it, I had to smile. There was no way around it. He just… made me happy. It couldn't be that bad to at least be friends with him right? It's not like that would hurt anything. And its not like I'd necessarily have to see him outside of school, I could always cower in fear under the counter when he came to the diner.

"Please?" I was broken from my thoughts.

"Please?" Seth said again, still not looking up from his sketchbook.

"Please what?" I tried to see the drawing that he was now hiding from me. Excuse me for voicing my opinion.

"Please go to the bonfire Friday?"

"I'll think about it."

"Really?"

"No."

"Mean."

"So I've heard." I decided to withdrawal myself from the conversation and study my nails. How… naily.

Really Mary? Naily? So this is what it's come to… I am officially insane.

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