GREGORY'S P.O.V.
"Alright class, that's all for today." Mr. Benny, our English teacher concluded.
You know what, I'm not actually the biggest English class lover but Mr. Benny made it fun. He's so chill and laidback.
I ruffled my hair before fixing my stuff in a hurry. If only all the teachers were like him.
I carried my things and shoved them into my backpack then hoisted them behind me. Holy moly! These books are going to give me bone problems! Damn, they're heavy!
I walked out of the classroom while bumping left and right with the students and tried to find my way towards the cafeteria. It's already lunch and the hallways were full and packed with people, suffocating me as I struggle to pass through them.
Why does lunchtime always feel like a battlefield?
After paying for my lunch, I carried my tray and lifted my head to scan the whole cafeteria searching for an empty seat. Now, how you choose your table is crucial. You don't really know what type of human being you're going to be sitting with. So, wait for everyone to settle down before searching for an empty seat.
After a few minutes of searching, it looks like my chances of finding a decent crowd or an empty seat went down the drain. I was about to give up and decided to eat outside when I suddenly heard my name being called from behind.
"Hey Greg, over here!" A familiar voice exclaimed.
I turned my head towards the voice and saw Samantha waving her hand at me. She ran towards my direction with a smile.
She's got so much elegance even when running. She almost looks like a girl straight out of a teen vogue magazine. I wonder what her boyfriend looks like. He must be really hot.
Greg, stop it! She's your friend! I scolded myself. Bad, Greg! Really bad, Greg!
"Hey there, Gregy!" She greeted excitedly.
"Gregy? Like really?" I replied sounding bored.
"Hey, that's cute. It's a compliment because you are cute!" She giggled.
I don't know if that's a compliment or not because I think calling a man cute shatters his so-called MAN PRIDE.
"Now, come on, eat with us!" She tugged my arms.
"Nononono, it's fine. Really. I'll just go eat outside." I quickly stated. "I like fresh air." I added declining her offer.
It's the first day of school for me. Normally, it's the early few weeks where a group of friends hang out together and do whatever they like due to the absence of proper school work. It's the time when old friends catch up about what happened during the summer. It would be really inconvenient if a new individual jumps into the group all of a sudden and start chatting with them. Because even though Samantha wants me to join the table, it doesn't guarantee that the rest of the gang would want me in the group or even want me to join the table for lunch.
This is simply what you get when you're at the bottom of the food chain. You're the oppressed, the outcast. This is high school and high school is a nasty place.
Samantha was just staring at me in boredom. "Wow, Greg. You're a lousy liar aren't you?" She teased.
I twitched. "No, I'm not." I said, rubbing the back of my head.
"Daaawww! You're so cute I could just squeeze you to death." She cooed.
Ugh! I hate being called cute, I also have my... my... MAN PRIDE. Yeah, that's it! My man pride.
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