𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕄𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕂𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕐𝕠𝕦 ~ 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣

ROGERS POV

We settle on sitting back at the filthy table at the back of the school cafeteria. brian starts poking at what looks to me like some kind of cream soup... im not quite sure what it is. all of a sudden, a tall muscular guy walks past us. he looks like hes been on the basketball team for the past 2 years. i watch him dip his hand in a container and pull out a handfull of peas, and chucks it at us. "FAGGOTS!!" he yells as he struts back over to his table to meet his friends. brian takes a deep breath and continues eating as if nothing happened. there are peas all over me and in my hair, and in my food. "rottah... son of a bitch" i mutteras I brush the peas off my new blouse, and pick the peas out of my hair. I look up at brian whos already brushed the peas off himself and doesn't seem to notice the peas in his hair. I stare at them for a second. "hey bri. you've got some peas in your hair too" i say as I leaned over to pick them out. he freezed in that position and glares at me. it isnt a death glare... and its not a comforting one either... if thats even a thing. he just glared at me as i gathered all the peas from my hair and his hair onto a napkin. i put all the peas into my hand and get up from my seat. "stay here bri." i say as I motioned him to stay where he is. i walk
over to the guy who threw the peas at us. "hey asshole!" i yell at him. he looks up, and i smush all the peas in his stupid face, then point a finger at him. "im warning you." I say, my lips pursed in anger. I walk back over to brian who has a small smirk on his face. I can tell we're going to become good friends. i sit back down and stab my fork into my salad. "son on a biTCh-... brian... you said he pinned you on that locker this morning?" he nods gently. "yeah brian... you should stay away from people like that... so... you're into classic rock? maybe we could talk about that. play any instruments?" he looks at me for a second. "well... I play g-guitar" he says. "oh cool! I play drums! hey. maybe we can meet up and play together sometime. that sound fun?" I ask him. "yeah! that sounds- that- that sounds great!" he says, cheering up a bit. I like seeing him happy, because it makes me happy too. I finish up eating my salad and orange juice and look back to see that brian hasn't eaten much of his strange sloppy liquid yet. "brian... what... is that?" I ask him. "to be- to be honest... I h-have no clue... it- it tastes l-like mashed pot- potatoes" he says. ge seems to stutter a lot. but i don't mind. "mashed potatoes? my first thought was that it was some sort of cream soup." i pick up my spoon and take a huge spoonful of the strange pasty liquid in brian's bowl, and eat it... i regret it. the texture in my mouth is fucking disgusting. there are some chunks of potato and the rest is like a cold liquid. it tastes like some plumber had sat on the potatoes before they were blended. i spit out the potatoes immediately and run to find the nearest trash bin. luckily, there in one 5ft away from our table. i lean over it and start throwing up. the taste was just so disgusting. I don't know how brian managed to stomach that tiny bit of it.

A/N i'm writing at 3 am and i'm not double checking for grammar mistakes so please correct me by commenting if you find any mistakes or something that doesn't make any sense... or just suggestions if you have any