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Disclaimer: I do not own Spencer Reid Everyone else in this chapter, does belong to me.
That Monday afternoon, with his lunch box in his hands, Spencer searched for a place to sit down and eat. Usually, he'd sit with his second grade classmates, but since he was now in fifth grade, that wasn't an option. And the second graders had already left the cafeteria, fifteen minutes before the fifth graders arrived.
Many of the round tables in the cafeteria were full, but had some chairs that were vacant. Spencer really didn't want to sit alone, but then again, he thought it would be very rude of him to invite himself to sit with any of the groups, especially seeing how he barely knew any of them and they barely knew him. The way he saw it, eating alone, would probably be his only option.
So, with a quick sigh and a semi sad look in his eyes, Spencer began his long walk towards an isolated round table near the back of the cafeteria. When he sat down at the table, he opened his lunch box and began taking out the food he had brought that day. For lunch that day, he brought a turkey and cheese sandwich, a container filled with eight apple slices, a small container of caramel sauce to go with the apple slices, a container with five pieces of broccoli, a chocolate chip cookie and a jug of chocolate milk.
Spencer was about to take a bite out of his sandwich, when he suddenly heard a cheerful voice.
"Well, there you are," said the voice. "I've been looking all over for you."
Looking up, Spencer saw Atlas standing there, in front of the table. "Hi, Atlas," he said, with a friendly smile.
Atlas returned a smile to Spencer. "I hope you don't mind if I sit here," he said as he sat down and placed a large lunch box on top of the table.
"No, I don't mind," said Spencer.
Atlas unzipped his lunch box and began removing his lunch from it. With curious eyes and while eating his turkey and cheese sandwich, Spencer watched as Atlas removed a container filled with five pieces of cold fried chicken, a small container filled with cold mash potatoes, a container filled with five rolls, a container with five chocolate cupcakes with green icing and for a drink, he brought a bottle of soda.
"That's a lot of food," Spencer commented. Suddenly thinking what he just said, may have been rude, he quickly apologized. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."
"It's okay. I didn't take any offense to it," Atlas reassured Spencer. "Besides, I love food and I love to eat a lot of it. Here, help yourself," he offered some of his food to his new friend.
"No thank you," Spencer politely declined.
A couple of moments later, Daelyiana, Creighton, Vita and a boy with spiky blonde hair and green eyes, approached the table with lunch trays in their hands.
"Hey look, Fatlas brought enough food to last, for the rest of the week," said the boy with spiky blonde hair, as his friends laughed.
"Uh… It's Atlas, but that's okay, Eli," said Atlas. He seemed to not be bothered by the boy's comment. "You'll get it right, eventually. Not everyone is great at remembering names."
"No, I know your name. I just think Fatlas is a much better name for you," said Eli. "Besides it matches you."
"There's no way all that food will last, for the rest of the week," said Vita. "He'll have it gone at the end of today's lunch."
"You're absolutely right, Vita," Atlas agreed. "Not only do I eat food, but I also share it. Any of you want some," he offered his food to the four bullies."
"No one wants any of your disgusting lunch," Daelyiana rudely said. She then looked over and saw Nevaeh sitting alone at a table nearby with a brown paper bag lunch. "Ugh, people like her, don't belong here," she declared in annoyance.
Daelyiana's friends agreed with her. "I bet she gets her food from the trashcans," said Eli.
"Why are you all so mean," asked Spencer. "What did she ever do to any of you?"
"She exists," Vita smirked. "What other reason do you want?"
"So, you hate her because she's alive," asked Spencer.
"And the fact that she's poor," said Daelyiana.
"Those aren't very good reasons to hate someone," said Spencer. "Not everyone in this world is as rich as some people."
"Hey Nevaeh," Atlas called out to the girl. "You wanna sit with us? There's plenty of room over here!"
Nevaeh picked up her brown paper bag and walked over to Atlas and Spencer's table. When she walked by Daelyiana, their shoulders accidentally touched each other. Daelyiana shuddered in absolute disgusts.
"Watch where you're going, Nevaeh," she rudely said. "I don't want to have to smell like you for the rest of the day!"
"I'm sorry," Nevaeh timidly apologized. "I didn't mean to do that."
"You meant to do it," Daelyiana snapped. "That bag looks like it was dug out of the garbage can," she said of Nevaeh's brown paper bag.
Creighton, Eli and Vita laughed at their friend's comment. "I wonder what's in it," Vita asked with a grin. "I bet it's a half eaten sandwich, a banana peel and a dead rat," she and her friends shared a laugh. "She seems like the type of person who would eat that."
Nevaeh sat down at the table and wiped away a few tears, as she felt very humiliated. Spencer glanced at her, and knew he had to say something to the four bullies.
"Why don't you all just leave her alone," he said. "She didn't do anything to you."
Daelyiana rolled her eyes. "Whatever. At least we can afford to buy the lunch here. It's too bad the same can't be said about some people," she said. "Oh by the way, if any of you want any ice cream, I'm buying," she said to her three friends as she held up forty dollars. "And you all can have as much as you want. I have plenty of money."
"I thought you said you didn't have any money with you today," said Spencer.
Daelyiana just shrugged her shoulders. "Well, Mr. Fressler is just gonna have to forget about me donating to that stupid charity," she snootily said. "This is my money and I refuse to give it to some deprived people or animals."
"Well, sometimes, it's best to think of others before yourself," said Spencer.
Daelyiana rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said. She then turned and walked away. Her three friends followed close behind her.
"Why do you let them pick on you," Spencer asked Atlas and Nevaeh. "Doesn't it bother you?"
Atlas took a bite of a fried chicken. "Nope. Their opinions about me, don't matter," he said. "As long as my mom and grandma love me for who I am, then so do I," he then looked at Nevaeh. "You shouldn't let their opinions about you, get to you either," he said to her.
"I'll try not to, next time," Nevaeh promised. She then opened her lunch bag and began removing her lunch from it. Atlas and Spencer saw that she had only brought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a juice drink.
Atlas then pushed some of his lunch towards Nevaeh. "Here, Nevaeh," he said. "help yourself."
Nevaeh reached over and took one of everything from Atlas' lunch. "Thank you," she meekly said. "I'll pay you for all this, as soon as I can. I promise."
"We're friends and friends don't pay," said Atlas. "Okay?"
Nevaeh smiled shyly. "Okay," she agreed.
End of chapter six. I'd love to know what you all thought about it. So please leave me some reviews. Chapter seven will be up as soon as possible.