Hey again! I just wanna put this out there, Cam isn't dead. In this story anyway though I wish he wasn't. And so since I'm still in denial, Cam will be in this story as a main character and I also have a oneshot that I want to write about Cam later but anyway, this story yeah it resumes now. :)
I walked out of fourth period, trying to scan for any place else to go as I walked to find my locker. I had lunch and being the new kid made lunch seem like a horror movie sequel. Sure, I had my phone to listen to music and seem like I was texting and being social when I actually was just searching for new clothes that I'd have to convince my dad to get. But I didn't feel like having the constant stares of people who had friends to sit with and thought I was a charity case as they decided in their minds if I was worth inviting to sit with or not.
I decided that I'd just sit at my locker and eat lunch, as pathetic as it was, it was better than being surrounded by unsympathetic strangers. As I turned the corner to the hallway where my locker was, I saw the guy that ever so nicely punned at my name that morning. I stepped back quickly behind a wall, peeking out just enough so that he wouldn't see me but I could see when he walked away. I didn't want to have another confrontation with him, at least not yet. When he closed his locker and walked down the hallway and turned the corner, I waited a few minutes just to make sure he didn't come back and walked out from behind the wall. I scanned the locker numbers until I found mine which was relatively close to his from where I saw him at, in theory it could have been a good thing but it wasn't.
Trying to make a plan with myself to just come to my locker when he wasn't at his, I opened it and put my textbooks from my morning classes in the top part and grabbed my lunch as I closed the door. I slid down and sat on the floor, putting in my earphones and listening to music. As I listened to what was about the 4th song, I heard footsteps, I looked and there was green eyes walking towards me. I wanted to get up and run but there definitely wasn't enough time and I'd seem weird. I tried seeming like I was too caught up in trying to find a song by scrolling rapidly through my iPhone but he was still walking towards me until he stopped and sat down next to me.
His cologne scent of burnt vanilla and mint got stronger and stronger as he scooted closer next to me. Finally, I couldn't take just having him sit there awkwardly as I listening to music that my mind couldn't focus because of him. I took my earphones out and hastily put my phone in my bag.
"I didn't mean to disrupt your music experience." I could see him staring at me out of the corner of my eyes as I kept looking forward avoiding direct eye contact with him at all cost.
"Well, you did. You do a lot of things you don't mean, don't you?" I retorted, generally annoyed but somewhat amused.
"Sure, but most of the time, they end up in my benefit. For example, now instead of your music, I have you." He smirked, "See how things work out?"
I rolled my eyes, looking the opposite direction of the hallway trying to find something to look at so I wouldn't have to look at him, "You know I might have chosen to sit out here to be alone."
Being honest with myself, I actually didn't want him to leave. I enjoyed the bickering kind of thing we had going and if he left, I'd just be sitting alone. Sure, being alone wasn't half bad but part of me wanted friends that couldn't wait to hang out with me and I wanted to have people want to be friends with me. But I didn't have that, until now. But I couldn't let him know that. I couldn't let him know that I actually enjoyed his company. I knew it would just make him all the more content with himself and that wasn't what I wanted, at least not yet.
"Well, you're stuck with me, Smitchell."
"Smitchell?" I said, finally turning around to face him and regretting it as I could feel my heart racing once again but continued anyway, "How are we already in the nickname stage when I don't even know your name."
"Eli Goldsworthy," he said, reaching over me and grabbing my lunch bag, "Now since we're on a first and last name basis, how about you share some of this Nutella?"
I looked at him with wide eyes. I hated sharing food with my friends but somehow I couldn't find the courage to say no to him and the only thing we knew about each other were names. I searched my mind to come up with an excuse.
"I only have one spoon." I said, hoping I only had one since sometimes I put more just in case I forgot one someday.
"I guess it's my lucky day." He smiled, pulling out two spoons and handing me one as he opened the top.
"You know, this relationship is moving awfully fast, I don't share food with people." I said, grabbing the jar from him and scooping some out.
He took it back and took a spoonful as he responded, "Well, I'm not just a person. I'm the person, as in the only person you'll need to make this year the best."
"Says who?"
"Says me." He said, "And to prove my point, I'll ask you a simple question."
"Shoot." I shrugged, knowing he couldn't prove that huge of a point with a simple one line question.
"Alright, tell me at least one person you've seen today that you genuinely thought to yourself 'I'd like to be friends with them' besides me, of course."
I was ready to answer the question quickly just to prove him wrong but paused as I realized I couldn't come up with an answer. I couldn't think of a single person I really wanted to befriend so far.
"And my point is proven." He smirked.
I stared at him, not knowing what to say. Usually, I found people like him utterly annoying. But I thought that was just something he did. He was sarcastic and liked making it seem like he was the best, which convinced me that he was close it. It was weird, he annoyed me but in a good way. I wanted to be annoyed by him. It brought the side of me out that I always kept to myself. I had tons of remarks stored away in a part of my brain that I never said to people because mostly everyone took them seriously and would hate me for it. But with Eli, I could say anything and even if I meant it, I doubted it would hurt him.
Though it sounded weird, I felt safe with him. Safe with an almost complete stranger. It was a scary concept but all the more daring and the more I thought about it, the more it made me think that the scarier it was, the better it was.
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