What’s for Lunch?
I ended up on a challenge about desperate love. It worked out because I had some lines in my notes app that I could work off of. I've always found it funny how I could write about situations as if I was going through them when in reality, it isn't my situation at all. It might be a defense mechanism; with only half the things I write applying to me, it leaves a sense of deniability in whatever I put down.
The bell rang shortly after I submitted my piece.
"See you at lunch Diego."
He smiles in response and walks off to his next class. I am in the same room for my next period, but I don't really like talking to any of the other people in there, so I move up to a seat closer to the front.
The class goes by quickly, and all of a sudden, it's lunch.
I walk up to Diego, but I don't say anything because he's busy talking to Xavier.
Xavier is another one of those friends that I mainly interact with through insults and bickering, except I actually think he might hate me. Whenever I say anything nice, he just starts going off about how my nose makes me look Jewish or how he thinks I'm autistic. '
He's definitely the type of person you could start recording any time they start talking and then put them under investigation after turning said video in. This is probably why I choose to ignore whatever it is they are talking about until their conversation is over, but before that happens, Diego notices me and cuts off Xavier in the middle of one of his concerning statements.
"Bro, have you seen what they are serving for lunch today?!"
"Nope, I was planning on getting Taco Bell. School food sucks."
There are three different lunches you could have at our school: A lunch, B lunch, and open campus, which stretched to last during both A and B. I was one of the few sophomores that had open-campus for lunch, Diego did too, but he hardly used it because he was always scared he wouldn't be able to make it back in time to spend B lunch with his girlfriend, Kyra.
"Where the fuck do you get all of your money? You don't even have a job, but you're always going out to eat." Xavier said.
He wasn't really wrong, I went out a lot, and while I do have a job, It's more of a favor I get paid for than anything. I just clean a little at the drive-thru convenience place, and the owner, Katelyin, pays me 20 bucks a week. She always says that she would give me an official job, but I can't serve because I'm underage. I end up getting most of my money from gambling and odd jobs for people, like assignment help and chores. It still shouldn't be enough to support my spending habits, but I'm not complaining.
My train of thought is interrupted by Diego, "Guess what they have for lunch."