It was noon, and we were getting lunch in the cafeteria. That's when I saw her.
"She's beautiful. Look at her," I told Mr
"She's mid," Mr said.
How dare he disrespect Lu like that? She's the perfect girl. I punched his arm and said, "Dude, you just don't get it," as I admired her from afar.
"Anyway, she wouldn't want to be with a cheater," Mr said.
"A cheater?" I asked, confused.
He continued, "Yeah, a cheater."
"Who exactly am I cheating on?" I said with a sassy tone.
"With Sl, duh," he replied, walking to the doors leading outside.
"Oh, come on. Leave me alone with that nonsense." We walked to our usual spot where we've been eating since freshman year. We sat down, and I said,
"You think I have a chance with her?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
"But you already have someone," Mr replied.
"Okay, enough with that. I'm being serious," I said.
"Fine. Maybe you have a chance," he said.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yeah, if you have any classes with her this year. Oh, but you don't."
I looked at the ground, disappointed. "Yeah, you're right."
"I know I am," he said, noticing the disappointed look on my face.
"She's in the gardening club," he added.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
"I have her in my math class," he continued. "The club's first meeting is tomorrow after school for new members. It's behind the soccer field."
It was weird that he knew all of that. It almost seemed like he wanted to join or something.
"Again, how do you know all that?" I asked.
"I like to eavesdrop on people's conversations—especially when they're being loud about it," he chuckled.
"Do you want to come with me tomorrow after school?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes.
"Are you really going to go?" he asked, like he didn't believe I was serious about her.
"Yes, really. I'm serious," I said.
"Well, good luck with that. I'm going home after school tomorrow. I have a lot of work to do," he said as he got up to return his lunch tray. I followed him and do the same.
That's when the bell rang, and we made our way to fourth period. I didn't really care what Mr had to say. I had a plan: join the club, get close to her, and then ask her out.
It's simple enough. I don't need luck. It's not like it's going to be hard.