littlelyinglion

“Hey Phil, you see that kid over there” “Yeah” I answered softly, my gaze shifting to a brown haired boy sitting on his own a few tables down from us. It was my first week at this school so I really had no idea who anyone was yet. Luckily, Chris, who was in my class, had befriended me and invited me to sit with him and his friends for lunch. So here we are. There were five of us sitting around this table, all eyes on this brown haired boy. “He’s a right loser” I looked to PJ, one of Chris’ who had just spoke. It took a moment for the words to process in my head. “…Is he?”