All conversation stopped at our lunch table within two minutes. The two girls who were sitting across from me were looking at me and the boy sitting next to me with wide eyes. There were whispers as someone filled someone else in on what's happened. Then my closest girl friend said, "Finally," and some semblance of normalcy returned.
Except now, we were the center of attention at this side of the table.
At first, they seem to think that my two best girl friends are joking, but when I feel my face start to heat up, I know they believe it. He raised an eyebrow, and I shrugged back. There were no words, but we got past words a while ago. But because of it, I couldn't tell if he was joking or not.
My other relatively close guy friend came over and squatted between us, and clapped him on the shoulder. "Thank you," the friend said, a huge grin spreading over his face. I hit him over the head, almost managing to knock him over. Almost.
"Now you have to go," my other friends were telling me. "You can't wriggle out of this one now." "We need to take you dress shopping!"
I roll my eyes and bang my head on the table at this last one. I'm not-really-a-tomboy, barely plain girl with the too wide shoulders and too big hips who hates dresses and shopping. They know it, too.
His quiet chuckle, underneath all the noise, is what motivates me to pick my head up.