I walked into the lunchroom hand in hand with Trent. The table we sat at consisted of Bridgette, now Duncan, Geoff, and Izzy. Izzy actually knew Duncan, too. They were acquaintances. Izzy was my friend that I could borrow a few dollars from, or go to for advice, or send the forward to so that you don't find a dead girl with glowing eyes and a giant knife in your closet, waiting to strangle you in your sleep.
I smiled at them and sat down across from Duncan after Trent left to get our lunch.
"Sunshine, why was he holding your hand?" Duncan asked, throwing a paper airplane at the back of Harold's head in the corner of the room. I honestly didn't know what to say. If I told the truth, he would probably beat Trent to a pulp. But, if I lied, he would be able to tell way to easily.
"That's her boyfriend, dude!" Geoff exclaimed.
"Shut up, Geoff!" Bridgette yelled, lightly smacking his arm.
"What?" He asked, slamming his fist down on the table.
"Please don't beat him up." I pleaded.
"Beat who up?" Trent asked, handing me a tray with a hamburger on it.
"You, Elvis." Duncan growled. How did he know I called Trent that?
"Why would you want to beat me up?" Trent almost whispered to Duncan.
"He DOESN'T" Bridgette said, commanding Duncan to sit back down. He gave Bridgette a look as if to say "Thanks for ruining the perfect moment"
"Duncan's been beating up any boy that said they like me since kindergarten." I said, almost proud of it. I always had someone there for me, someone no one messed with.
"Yeah, and I don't intend on dropping that activity." Duncan said, barely audible.
"Dude, how much damage have you done?" Geoff asked Duncan.
"Plenty." He replied with a smirk.
"Especially to poor Cody." I said, turning my attention over to a small nerdy boy.
"What'd you do to that kid?" Trent gulped.
"Two black eyes, four broken ribs, a broken collarbone, a dislocated shoulder, and six broken toes." He replied casually.
"He was just being nice." Gwen defended the poor boy.
"Yeah, trying to kiss you is just being nice. Pfft." Duncan said as he put a food wrapper on my tray.
"When was the last time you took out your own trash?" I said, tossing the wrapper in the nearby garbage can.
"Remember, Bridgette used to make me in the sixth grade." He said, pointing at Bridgette.
"That was the last time?" Bridgette and I asked in amazement.
"You are so lazy!" I said, playfully hitting his arm.
"Thought you'd be used to it, Sunshine." He said with a smirk as he came and sat at the opposite side of me than where Trent was sitting.
"I am, but I missed you." I said, resting my head on his shoulder, like I always used to. Then, the bell rang.
"I'm coming after you if I'm late." I said, running out the door.
"And I'm coming after you," Duncan began, pointing at Trent, "If you hurt her. Got that?" He asked menacingly. Trent nodded vigorously and then caught up to me.
"I told you that you shouldn't be around him anymore." He said as we sat down in our biology class, which was right across the hall from the cafeteria.
"I'm still not seeing your point." I said, opening up my book the page on the chalk board.
"My point is that he wants to beat me up!" Trent whisper-yelled to me.
"He's always done that to any guy that's admitted to liking me. I think it's kind of sweet that he always looks out for me." I said, beginning to daydream.
"Well, then, maybe I shouldn't admit it anymore." Trent mumbled.