~The lunch room~

I jumped back like a spider monkey and almost fell off the bench. Those eyes... just dead,lifeless. Two Grey pits of nothing. Hows that possible! no one eyes should be like that. Like, there wasn't even any color in them. Just weird and dead and... whoa THIS is why olive warned me. Maybe I should just. NO no nookie girl! You can do this! I shall be Fletcher quuimby friend, or my name is not chyna parks! And it is SO I SHALL!

Even though his head hadn't moved from the spot I put I it in, I regained my dignity and slid back towards him. I moved a stray of lock of hair behind my ear and did that AHEM notice everyone makes when they wanna get your attention.

"so... whats up?"

"uhhh... do you like sports?"

"boy... its hot outside, huh?"

"..."

ARRRRRRRGGG! he cute resiting my awesome and cute attempts to be friends with him! Okay, maybe not awesome. Whatever. I was just about to try again, when the bell rang for 4th period. "okay, bye! I said, picking up my bag and walking away. When i was sure he couldn't see me anymore, I snuck behind a trash can and watched. Fletcher pick up his things, and slowly got up, his head down. I followed him through the halls, humming mission: impossible quietly. Hey, what can I do? I needed to set the mood. y''know? Soon. He bumped into someone. I THINK I hear a reaaaaalllly reaaaalllllyyyyy super duper reaaaaaallly quiet whisper, something again. Nothing really interesting went on, so I went to class. Luckily, Fletcher had that period with me, along with 2 more. So I could try harder. I wasn't gonna give up. Anytime soon.

4th period~

I toke a seat, and Fletcher sat waaaaay... in the back corner. I felt really for him... maybe he was just sad. Maybe he lost one of his family members. But... my eyes never looked like THAT. Maybe... maybe I lot work cut out for me. The teacher, Collins(its fake name) came in and the class settled down. He begin the lesson, but I zoned out."ms. Parks! He called, startling me."umm... yeah?" I answered. Some people giggled. Ugh. Mr. Collins held out the piece of chalk to me, I looked at the board. Stupid history crap.

I stood up and quickly were the answer. I'm smarty pants. It's not my fault . Everyone was impressed, I could tell. Then class grew silent. "Mr." quimby, can you answer this question for us?" he questioned, more like I told him. It was like Fletcher even heard. He just stayed the same, motion-less "Mr. quimby!" Mr. Collins yelled, tapping him Fletcher slowly looked up, and the class turned quickly.

Mr. Collins took one look at his eyes and paced back to the front of the room and shut his text book. "class dismissed," he ordered, grabbing his coat and walking out. Everyone cheered and took off. I checked my G-shock. 11:55. class didn't end for a another 10 minutes. I sighed. What was wrong with Fletcher quimby?