Dialogue Code: #BF1919
Bella began to chew on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she had picked up over the years. She should have known that Landon would see through her facade, there really was no lying to him. Rolling her eyes in an attempt to divert some attention and make it seem as if it wasn't a big deal. "Fine. Yes, I'm texting him. We're going to meet up over lunch and catch up." Then, as she noticed his expectant look, pulled out the bunt she had rolled the night before and placed it in his hand. "And I know I'm not your girlfriend." She snapped back, picking up her pace a bit to leave him lagging behind.
Obviously they weren't together. They just screwed around like she did with everyone. The only difference was that he was protective over her and could be a little controlling. She ran her fingers through her hair, pushing it out of her face, and reached back down into her purse to check her phone. No response. Again. Once she had reached the front steps to the building, she paused, waiting for Landon to catch up to her. When he was behind her, she crossed her arms over her chest and turned to face him abruptly, a sour look on her face.
"Listen. I know I'm not your girlfriend, but you can't blame me for not wanting to tell you about guys. You tend to be a little... aggressive, when it comes to me." At that she popped her hip out and placed a hand on her side, cocking her head to the left and waiting on his response.
Dialogue Color: #4497DF
Lake wasn't one to get caught up in useless drama, so as Cory ranted on and insulted him, he just sat there and took it. He was shocked, yes, but Cory did things like this all the time so it was really Lake's own fault for being surprised at it. After the rant was finally over, the other boy got up and left, leaving Lake to sit there and soak in what had been said. Was he really a "puppy dog lover"? Did Nessy see him like that? God, he hoped not. It was scary enough that he knew he was having those feelings, if she knew, phew, it could ruin their entire friendship.
Lake rested his face in his hands for a moment, still letting his friend's harsh words sink in. Then he pulled himself together, realizing that Nessa was still over by the food and that the growling in his stomach was getting louder. He pushed back from the table and walked over to join her. She was talking to two of his other classmates who he showed a friendly smile and an excited hello. But it was fake. He knew Nessa would know it was fake, too. He couldn't shake what Cory had said, and he figured he wouldn't be able to get over it for at least an hour.
"Alright Nessy, what looks good?" He asked, turning to the food and trying to decide between cereal, eggs, and a muffin. It all looked surprisingly delicious. The food here wasn't half bad. It was better than the food at his grandma's, God bless her.