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NaNoWriMo

Matter

"You have to eat at least something," He insisted, rolling his eyes a bit.

"I am not hungry!" I said, raising my voice a bit. He raised an eyebrow and looked at me in disbelief. "I am not in the mood to deal with you right now, Morstan. Give me my note book and get away from my table," I snapped.

"My name is Sebastian, not Morstan, for one. Two, you have to eat at least a little. Three, this isn't your table. It's the complexes table and it's in a common room, so it's for everyone. Four, I'm not giving it back until you eat something," He listed in a matter-of-factly tone. I groaned and banged my head on the table.

"Fine. Give me your chocolate milk," I sighed, holding my hand out to him and resisting saying that Morstan was in fact his name, just not his first name.

"You have to have /food/ food, not a drink," he sighed, handing me his unopened chocolate milk anyway. I smiled some and quickly opened it, downing it all a bit too quickly.

"There. Food. Now give me my note book and go away," I said rudely, but not really caring because he was invading my space and I didn't like that. He gave me this incredibly sarcastic look and scooted his tray over to me along with my note book, then stood.

"Eat. I'll talk to you later," he said flatly, though he was obviously not happy. I didn't care, though, and just smiled to myself a bit as he walked off with his hands deep in his pockets.

"Bye bye," I said happily but quietly, as I bent over my note book again and began writing.

/We aren't very good friends, everyone else and I. I'm the 'loner of the group' as Edison puts it, but I don't care. I like being alone. I am left to my own thoughts and my own business, and I don't have to be caught up in the mundane conversations my roommates have. Morstan insists on talking to me, though. I don't know why, however. I'm always quite rude to him and I never apologize, but he comes back religiously as if nothing happened./

"Minerva! Hey, I need to talk to you!" A distinctly female voice shouted. I glanced up and shoved a forkful of cold mashed potato into my mouth so I wouldn't be expected to speak to the waving-and-running-over Hawthorne. I tried to not gag on the potatoes as I over-chewed them to postpone the inevitable talking.

She slid down into the seat where Sebastian was sitting with her back straight and her hands in her lap. I looked up at her to show I acknowledged the fact that she was there.

"Hi Alexandra!" She exclaimed, using my real name to appeal to me psychologically. I nodded and gave a little wave, still chewing.

"What were you and Morstan talking about?" She asked eagerly. I wondered if she saw him storming away, but I just shrugged. She gave me this sarcastic look.

"You like him, don't you?" She asked with a sly smile.

I swallowed. Thank goodness- otherwise I would have spat it out all over her. I coughed a bit before looking at her skeptically.

"You think /I/ like /him/?" I asked in a tone that matched my expression. She just kept smiling like she knew something I didn't.

"And here I thought we were all supposed to be mature and genius'," I rolled my eyes.

"You like him," she confirmed to herself, seemingly unaffected by my maturity comment.

"I don't like anyone, Hawthorne. Now her away from my table and leave me alone," I retorted, taking a large bite of the mashed potatoes again. I actually did gag this time, taking away from the effect.

"Think whatever you like; you like him," she said smugly, standing and running back over to the other girls. I glared after her and spat the potatoes back on the tray. I don't know why she thought I liked him... I had never liked anyone. I sighed and went back to my notebook. I just needed to go back to my own mind. I looked back down at my notebook but was lacking inspiration suddenly, so I just wrote,