I don't own it. *sigh* I'm getting uber-tired of writing this all the time. But oh well.
****I figured I'd do two chapters in this one because 1. I don't feel like uploading them both separately because that's just how lazy I really am, 2. On the drop down list where it says the chapters is all screwed up because of my prologue, so now I'm fixing it. Enjoy****
Chapter 5
I turned on my heel and walked the other direction, towards the table. How dare he speak to me like that! I was furious. I knew that my walking away would bring my friends over to see what happened, even though they were right there. I sat down and ordered water. I didn't look to see if Unknown-Football-Jock had followed me, but I could tell he was still standing in the exact same spot I'd left him. Eventually, Felicity had come over and sat down with me.
"Meg, what's the matter? I know you're upset about that guy hitting on you just now." She said, "But seriously, other boys have hit on you after the Darren incident and you didn't do anything to them. Why now? Why this random guy here and not someone you know from school?"
I sighed, "Because it's so embarrassing. I saw him earlier and I thought he was cute. And now that he actually came up, I felt like I totally betrayed my vow of never falling again. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I walked away."
"That's still no reason to sit here all alone."
I looked at her, "Go have fun. Trust me; I'm having fun, too, in my own way. Go dance." She smiled, gave me a hug, and joined the rest on the dance floor. I watched her go. I tried ignoring the fact that the unknown boy was still standing there, staring at me. It was so weird. Most people would have moved on the next person dancing alone, but this kid just wouldn't move. I decided to meet his gaze, to see if he was still looking at me. He was. What do you want from me? I practically screamed at him, but instead kept it inside my head. Looking at him was a mistake because when he noticed I had turned my attention towards him, he started walking towards where I was sitting.
Chapter 6
I tried sliding down behind the menu I was still holding in my hands. Maybe if I'm like those people in the movies, he'll go away. But like the rest of my luck that evening, it didn't work.
"Um, hi." I heard him say quietly. I looked up at him. Man, were those blue eyes pretty. Stop it, Meg! Stop it I say! But I had to be polite, so I slid back up.
"Hey. Sorry about walking out on you. I just kind of hate it when people do that to me." I apologized.
He stared at me, "Well it's not like I could've known. I mean, you seemed like you liked people coming up and talking to you a few minutes ago, so I figured I'd give it a shot."
I blushed, "Well I don't mind people coming up to me and talking normally. But when someone flirts, then I freak out. Sorry."
He smiled, "Well then let's start over and talk normally. Hi. I'm Hercules, and you are?" Hercules? That was a weird name. I've never heard it before. Didn't really sound like the kind of name one would think of when announcing a football game. And here comes Number 33, Hercules, and racing down the field towards the end zone. Yeah, definitely not the kind of name you'd hear at a football game.
"I'm Megara. My friends call me Meg." I finally answered his question, even though he already knew my name. He smiled again. Then I realized that this conversation was a little awkward with him standing and me sitting. "Do you want to sit down?" He did. For a few seconds it was kind of awkward. That was until Blake and Maxie started making sounds and gestures about me and Hercules sitting and talking together. I blushed a million shades of red. "Sorry. They're weird like that. Just ignore them and if we're lucky, they'll stop."
Hercules laughed, "Its fine really. I find your friends very funny. Awkward, but funny."
I smiled. Hercules was cool, you know, when he wasn't acting like a man whore or anything. Maybe he could be one of the few guy friends I have. I shook that thought out of my head. No Meg. No. He's just a cool guy at a club for tonight. Tomorrow you'll forget all about him. But then I questioned myself if I really did want to forget him.