Oliver and I converse as we walk casually through the empty hallways. He cool, calm demeanor, if not a little shut off, is warm and inviting. Every so often he withdraws himself from the conversation, leaving me either filling the silence or walking contently along side him. But I can't help but wonder whether he used to be an outsider before he got into the right group, I mean he seems genuine, but part of him seems slightly broken. Then again I was always good at reading into things people tried to hide inside.
The lights above shone brighter and I snapped back out of my worrying thoughts as I saw the corridor open into the vast room, filled with rows and rows of four seating tables. A small stainless steel canteen lay hidden behind a few doors, I guess there was some reason to this, but i wasn't too sure of it exactly.
"Oi, Kell'n you gonna get some grub?" Oli pushed, and we turned on our heels a sharp right, before delving into the hot and humid canteen. We each took a plate, placing them on sticky brown trays and moving steadily through the line. A dinner lady noticed us and ladled a large scoop of what I hoped to be chili. We had been assigned food cards, so the meals were scanned onto the system, (Oli's tray sporting a rather stodgy looking pizza and a cake with a side of cream.) and moved idly through the mainly empty room.
The boy I noticed earlier, with skinny jeans I'd die for and long brown hair sat on a table off the the middle left with another boy I was not familiar with. Then again I wasn't familiar with anyone yet... but I would make that change soon enough. He was actually a good looking guy, though he looked even more shy and frail than Oli, and behind the mask Oli wore I could see a fair amount of cracks. I wish I understood their struggle.
His hair trailed over his face, shakily, his lips trembling slightly as he tucked away into his undefinable meal. He really was cute, and I was sure he wouldn't struggle fitting in...
"'Ey, stop watching that guy, it's wiggin' me out!" Oli blurts, sucking me back into the reality, which hurtles around me fast. I couldn't even explain to myself, let alone Oliver, why I was watching him. He was interesting. That was it.
"Sorry, I was spaced out." I murmured, stuffing myself into a seat opposite the one he's already plonked himself in.
"I noticed, you okay?"
"Yeah, just a little heated." I went dug into my food just as he took out his phone and typed angrily onto it, before throwing it on the table with a bang, making me jump.
"Fuckin' bitch!" I raised my eye brows questioningly. "That was Katelyn. She left me, because she got drunk last night and fucked James, says he's so much better. Ah well, he'll get crap when he gets onto drugs too."
"Drugs?"
"Ugh... I said too much, didn't I...."