I sat down at my lunch table that I sat at with my "friend" who sits next to me and texts on her phone the whole lunch period. Her name is Barbra, and she was the only person that let me sit at her table during my freshman year. All of the other people called me a freak and didn't let me sit at their table. When Barbra said I could sit with her, I was so excited because I thought that I finally made a good friend. At first, she talked to me, and she seemed really nice. Unfortunately, after a few days of talking to me, she decided to spend the next four years sitting next to me and texting on her phone. So, for my whole high school career,  my lunch consisted of eating lunch next to a girl who completely ignores me and texts on her phone.

My eyes widened in surprise as I saw Issac walk over to our table.

"Hello," he said as his blue eyes twinkled.

I stared at him in surprise and confusion.

"Why are you staring at me like that? You're kind of freaking me out," he said.

"Why do you want to sit here? Nobody sits here," I said while staring at him with disbelief

"I'm sitting here because you're the only person I want to sit with. Well, besides that girl whose next to you," he said. Barbra didn't even look up from her phone.

"Is she deaf?," Issac asked.

"No, she just chooses to ignore you," I said.

Issac set his tray down at our table and sat down. I couldn't help but be memorized by the blue hue of his eyes.

"Well, she's a real bitch then," he said. Barbra gasped, and I couldn't help but giggle.

"Why don't you shut up, you little turd?," Barbra said while glaring at him. It was the first time I have heard her talk in ages.

"Why don't you stop texting on your phone, and talk to us, you little shit?!," Issac retored.

Barbra narrowed her eyes, and she reluctantly put her phone away in her pocket.

"Are you happy now, little turd?," she asked while crossing her arms over her chest.

"Very happy indeed," he replied while smirking.

Barbra rolled her eyes.

Gosh, they just met each other and already hated each other.

"By the way, his name isn't little turd. It's Issac," I told Barbra.

"I think I like the name Little Turd better. It fits his personality," Barbra said.

"That's very sweet of you to say, you little shit," Issac said to Barbra.

"Hey, hey.....guys, stop it! Issac, if you want to sit here, you're going to have to stop fighting with Barbra;" I said, warning him.

"Oh is that the little shit's name? I think I like the name Little Shit better. It fits her personality," he said, copying what she said earlier. Then, he looked at her and smirked.

This was going to be a long lunch period.