Parker

It's break time and I look around the cafeteria, my eyes scanning students faces, looking for Heather's. Then I spot her, standing by the giant wooden door leading outside the cafeteria. She is wearing a huge smile on her face that makes me smile as well. My smile fades when I see a boy standing beside her, who is also the same height as her. A feeling of jealousy overflows me as she spots me and makes her way towards me, with the boy following her.

"Hey." She greets me, she sounds more happier than she was yesterday with me. I wonder who this boy is. Will they ever be official?

"This is Oliver. Oliver this is Parker." She says as she points at the boy standing beside her. He moves his hand through his messy blonde hair and then he extends his other hand for me to shake.
"Hey Parker, nice to meet you I've heard a lot about you."Oliver says as he smirks. I force a smile.

A few minutes in and I already want recess to end. Oliver keeps interrupting Heather mid sentence every time she speaks. He keeps shooting me stares and when we lock eyes he smiles and looks away.

Heather on the other hand seems nice to me. I catch her staring at me every once in a while, her brown eyes trying to tell me something or just secretly staring. Its probably just my imagination.

I am relived when the bell rings. I don't like Oliver at all. I am getting bad vibes from him but I let it slide. Its probably just my trust issues. I turn around to leave and walk to the exit from the cafeteria, lost in my own thoughts. When suddenly they are interrupted by Heather's footsteps towards me.

"Hey Parker! wait up!" She yells, gaining looks from others all around the cafeteria. I turn around to face her, feeling annoyed but a lot happier now that Heather and I are alone without Oliver.

"What do you think of Oliver?" She asks. I shrug, I want to tell her the truth but I don't want to hurt her. So I force a lie out.

"He's nice and seems like such a great friend." I lie. I try to make my sound as serious and as honest as possible and she seems to buy it.

"Oh." She says, "that's great to hear." She smiles and I smile back.

I love it when people smile. Even if they aren't smiling to me. It makes me feel warm in the inside and feel comfortable, but when someone smiles at me, it makes me feel kind of special for some reason.

"What do you have now?" She asks.
"Physics."
"Oh."
"Yeah, I don't do well in this class." I confess.
"Yeah, me too. Numbers scare me."

We stay quiet for a second, enjoying each others presence. Then she clears her throat gaining my attention. Then she says: "But Mr Harry is nice enough to help us if we need help y'know?"

Mr Harry is our physics teacher. He's everyone's favorite, he's always kind and loves having conversations with students. It always downhill in his bad days.

"yeah. But all I ever do is sit at home and doodle." I tell her. Feeling exposed that I have mentioned my doodles to someone.

"Can you show me some if you don't mind?"

I hesitate. My doodles are personal and I don't want anyone to take a peak at them. If someone saw them my life will be exposed like a turtle without a shell. Or even worse. I try to think of something to say other than showing her my doodles.

Heather

He hesitates right in front of me. A second he is happy and talking normally and everything's fine, a second later and he is hesitant. "I left them at home." He finally says.

"Oh, that's fine."

I feel a bit of warmth for him deep down in my chest. I don't know maybe it's because of the way he acts, or that he is kind of mysterious, or how he moves a hand through his hair every minute. How his shoulders slump when he is hesitant or confused. His style, always mysterious.

I notice all these details about him until he catches me staring at him. I sense that he is uncomfortable. I look away, but I notice one last thing about him, his brows furrow when he feels uncomfortable. Then I notice he's been doing it when we were sitting with Oliver at the cafeteria.

Then the bell rings, ruining the moment, Or what at least what I like to call a moment no matter how weird it feels.