The lunch bell rang at last, and FINALLY, Iggy could pull himself up from his chair, snapping out of his daze. Mrs. Schweintill's horribly boring and bumbling speeches for ELA class could really do that to a person. With a groan, he stretched and hunched his back, grabbing his notebook and trudging to the cafeteria. He wasn't looking forward to this lunch. While he was usually able to sit back and chillax with Max and Fang at the usual, as Lissa called it, "Dork Table." Which, though would bother the crap out of Fang that his object of desire thought they were dorks, Max and Iggy would always crack jokes about it.
He felt, however, he would be sitting alone today. No Fang, and he spotted Max hanging out with some other girls that all looked and sounded the same, so she would probably occupied. Which gave poor old Iggy 25 minutes of pure boredom and horsemeat.
Entering the cafeteria, he found that his suspicions were correct. A lonely lunchtime. This brought back horrible memories of elementary school, before he had transferred to Pheonix High. Ah, yeah. Nobody wanted to sit with a red head…
Unless, of course, that red head was Lissa.
And Max just so happened to be sitting with her.
Why did the universe hate him?
SORRY, SHORT CHAPTER! I'm on my sis's laptop, and IDK how much longer it is until Drop Dead Diva is over, so…. TATA FOR NOW! BE BACK SOON! EXPECT AN UPDATE THIS WEEK!
