"Bill! Join us for lunch!" Bridgette leaned on Bill's table as he packed his homework.

The bells have just rung, signalling lunch.

It has been a year since the whole incident and Bill has, well, adapted well to his new life well.

As a matter of fact, he was getting popular in school as well. Probably due to his top scores or his mesmerising looks, who knows?

"Oh, sorry Bridgette, I can't make it today."

'Oh my gosh he knows her name!!' squealed one of the girls behind Bridgette.

Bridgette nodded slowly, before walking away.

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"Hey Shooting Star!" Bill smiled as he spotted the waving Mabel.

Mabel occupied a big table, with all her textbooks and notes strewn all over.

He took his seat opposite her, dumping his fair share of books.

Mabel continued scribbling for a while as Bill listened to the soothing sound of pen against paper, before he took out his incomplete essay.

Mabel then dug out two brown bags and placed the one with a yellow smiley face in front of Bill.

"Your cute lunches never fail to make me happy," he smiled as Mabel smirked.

The duo ate their lunch and continued with their individual work.

"Hey Bill? How do you do this question?" Mabel asked as she scooted over to his side, shoulders touching.

Bill laughed as he started to explain the answer.

From a few tables away though, Bridgette sat with her arms crossed and an equally sour looking face.

"Oh come on, she's nothing compared to you, don't worry too much!"  Katrina said.

"Oh you shut up. I'm damn pissed right now," she snapped back as Katrina looked down embarrassed.