George considers himself to be invisible. He likes it like that. That all changes, however, when his best friend, Nick's crush on Karl intensifies, making him meet a peculiar blond boy. He finds himself loathing the boy for being loud, annoying and...
Lunch. Dreadful, dreadful time where I realise I have no friend group to bond with or scream at. I'm content with just Nick, but sometimes it gets too quiet. Am I looking forward to sitting with some new people? In particular, the 'it' clique of our school? Possibly. Nick is excited. It feels like he's a child who was given some alcohol. He's guiding me to the lunch table, chattering animatedly about one thing or another. Their table is right in front of us. Karl gets up to greet the two of us with a brilliant smile on his face. No wonder Nick's a goner. We sit down, me slightly away from everybody.
"Are you alright?" A tall boy with fluffy hair asks.
"Yeah, just daunted."
"Hey! This one talks like us,Tubbo!" A kid in a white and red(at least I think it was red) t-shirt says. He has an accent like me.
"Yes, Tommy. There's more English people in the world." That comes from who I'm assuming is Tubbo.
"I'm Ranboo." The first boy says. He seems cool. Before I can say my own name, Karl does it for me.
"Which year are you in, bitchboy?" Tommy asks.
"Junior. And I didn't know the middle school across the street let kids come to high school for lunch." His face takes on a blank look as everyone bursts into raucous laughter.
"I'll have you know, I am a big man."
"I'm pretty sure big men don't go around yelling that they're big men. Or have voices that haven't cracked yet." The table, once again, breaks out into laughter.
"What's so funny guys?" A new voice says. Clay.
"Tommy got obliterated by George." Tubbo responds, as Tommy slaps his arm.
"So sad I missed it." He's looking at me, as if I was going to say something in return. When I don't, he seats himself across from me. I have a feeling this isn't where he usually sits, judging from Ranboo's confused expression. I don't think much of it, and tuck into my sandwich. The table doesn't have one silent moment; someone or the other is always keeping the conversation going. It was surely a new experience. Was it good? I don't really know.
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