Jack sighed as he got his lunch, wondering where he was going to sit today. That was the worst part about not having his friends with him. He hated having no one to talk to. He started past some of the tables looking for a place he could go when he spotted Pitch at the far corner of the room. Also all of the tables around him were empty too. God were people that scared of him? No one even knew him yet. Jack huffed and headed towards the table. He didn't sit at the same one Pitch was at but next to him at a separate table. Jack gave a small wave when the other looked up from the book he was reading. Pitch, as usual, didn't say anything. Jack just shrugged and started to eat. After a few minutes he noticed that Pitch wasn't eating anything. Again Jack's mind just ran away without him, speculating. Pitch could have been the first person here and finished already. Or maybe he had allergies to something and couldn't eat what was made today. Possibly had brought something from home and ate it before Jack got here. Jack shook his head. 'Damn it, why does every little thing distract you?' Jack scolded himself.
"So are you liking our school so far?" Jack asked, really not expecting an answer but trying anyway. He really wanted someone to talk to during lunch. Pitch just shrugged. "I guess we're probably different from your last school." Jack continued, figuring that since Pitch wasn't glaring at him yet he still had a chance. "So what class do you have next?"
"World History." Pitch said, not even looking away from his book.
"Oh is that with Mr. Ombric? We might have another class together." Jack smiled when he saw Pitch nod, that'd give him more time to try and talk to Pitch more. "Mr. Ombric's a bit of an oddball but still a great teacher. His notes are really easy to follow too. It's a pretty easy class. If you need help with anything I'd be glad to offer my assistance." Pitch responded as was pretty much expected; another shrug. "You really aren't much of a talker are you?" Jack asked. Pitch sighed heavily and marked his book, setting it aside. Jack felt hope rise up in his body. Was Pitch actually going to chat with him?
"Why the hell are you talking to me?" Pitch said, glaring at Jack. "As soon as I sat down here all the tables around me cleared out. Everyone in the hallway steps to the side as I walk through. Absolutely every one else in this school seems content to ignore and avoid me. So what the hell is the matter with you?" Pitch spat. Jack was absolutely shocked, that was not what he expected.
"I was just trying to be nice! I thought that since you were new you might want to have someone reach out to you and make you feel less alone! What's wrong with wanting to be a nice guy?" Jack retorted.
"Maybe some people enjoy being left alone Jack! I thought that maybe you could take a hint and stop bothering. Clearly I don't want anything to do with anyone. Now leave me alone!" He hissed, grabbing his bag and book and leaving. Jack huffed and glared at him as he walked away. That was what he got for trying to be nice!? What the hell crawled up Pitch's ass? Jack finished eating just before the bell rang and headed up to his next class. And as luck would just happen to have it the two were sitting next to each other again. Jack sat at his desk without a word, completely ignoring his neighbor. Pitch just glared at the whiteboard not saying anything at all. Once everyone settled class began. Mr. Ombric started on the notes for the day. Jack couldn't help but notice again how many of the students around them were glancing nervously at Pitch. But for some reason it didn't bother Jack as much now as it did before. 'Let them stare, jerk deserves it.' Jack thought to himself as he worked on taking his notes. Of course it was still really funny watching the other students flinch when they noticed Pitch had caught them staring. The white haired boy couldn't hide the chuckle when the student sitting in front of him got startled enough to knock his notebook to the floor. Hearing the chuckle the aforementioned student turned to glare at Jack who just smirked in response. After that things quieted down and they all just took notes until a few minutes before the bell. Mr. Ombric got gave them their assignment for the night just before the bell rang to dismiss them. Jack quickly gathered his things and sprinted out the door, risking a glance back at Pitch. Despite what happened at lunch Jack still felt bad that Pitch was so alone. . . But if that's how the other wanted it to be then there wasn't really a whole lot Jack could to to change it.
So has anyone noticed the references I've been making? They're pretty sneaky. XD I was just having so much fun doing it. If you don't know what it is I will tell you in the next chapter.