I look down on my food, slowly munching on the sandwich. I lower my head, not wanting to meet eyes with any of them. After yesterday's totally unexpected scene, all I could do was replay it over and over in my head, making up my own theories and what about of whoever she or the problem is.

"Why are you so silent today?" Avi asks, her voice bubbling with joy and excitement.

And it sure felt awkward to even speak with them after their incredibly questionable behaviour a day before. I meet her brown eyes for a brief second, before lifting my shoulder in a half shrug. They act like I don't know a thing and still expect me to talk immediately?  I know just how weak I am. I want to speak.

More like you are forced to speak.

And they will surely tell it to me later, right?

"She misses her friends, guys," Kayla says with eyes glued on to the phone. I hear the others chuckle. I sigh, rolling my eyes and speaking.

"Seriously ? They were horrible," I put up the act again, earning a satisfied look in her eyes.

"I know." Avi replies, inspecting her short fingernails and pouting at it. A slight shimmer appears in her eyes as she flashes us her bright phone.

"How is this? Just took this selfie, like yesterday," she says, pointing it proudly at us.

"Avi, I can't see a thing if you press it this close to my face,"  Kayla says flatly as she elegantly pushes it off her visage. I chuckle softly.

My eyes land on the picture. She's kneeling down in front of the enormous stone building, proudly posing alongside a tall dog, almost half her height. Her golden hair is straightened, reaching till her waists as the light shines on her brown eyes, making it look almost bronze. Her peach skin remains flawless and I can't help but wonder if it's all thanks to the filter or if she really looks that model-like .

Even in reality, I have always known her as a pretty face that has both beauty, money and brains. Mr.Lancaster is a well renowned businnesman. His face appears in almost all magazines next to my very own dad's. My father was on cloud nine when they finally made a business contract. Even if my father was more renowned than hers, it's still a better thing for two business moguls to join hands.

  In the photo, she looks better than ever and I find myself inspecting it closer. Jayden quicky snatches it from my hand, observing the photo before handing it to Avi.  My mind immediately thinks about the blonde guy sitting besides me. As far as I know, he hates anyone that looks so good, tells that their attitude will be a complete contrast to their faces. But he still speaks with Avi, who according to him is a sweet girl with an equally sweet face.

I don't know why I am thinking this deep. I already have many things to be concerned about and this just adds to the pile.

"So, what do you think?" she asks, wiggling excitedly. I smile at her, telling her that she looks good. I keep to myself the fact that I find it too good to be true. I know better than to tell it to her.

"Your brows are a bit too arched,"  Jay says, wiggling his brows. Avi grunts, ignoring him and turning to Kayla, the excitement still not lost in her eyes.  Kayla returns a more bored one, immediately shutting her up.

I sip more of the Pepsi as the group speaks further but stop as my stomach pleads me to. I shake the can, still feeling the weight of the milliliters of Pepsi inside.

"Any of you guys want?" I raise the blue can with the immeidately recognizable circle of tricolor. To my dismay, they shake their heads, motioning to their stomachs.

"Alright," I mutter, placing it on the table and getting up. I adjust my shirt as I feel my hand hit the metal can. Before I realize what I am doing, the cool liquid spills down, dropping on the the floor. I immediately jump away, slowly looking down on my pants. Thankfully, my pants escaped the soda stain but the floor is completely wet.

The bell rings as though agreeing to my clumsiness. I look above, at my friends as panic lines their face. I raise my brow, wondering why they are so worried.

"Oh, uh, we have homescience  right now. And she is super strict," Avi says, looking at Kayla and Jayden with her eyes wide open.

"Oh yeah we even have a test right?" Jayden asks Kayla who nods her head. I look rapidly at all three of them, urging them to get to the point.

"We got to go, Eline. Catch you later!" Avi says, waving her hand nervously at me and running off. Jayden smiles apologetically before running to catch up with them. I break my gaze at them, staring at the mess I created. Out of the corner of my eye, I involuntarily catch hold of the canteen lady snarling at me. I gulp.

I don't know why the school even made this rule that students should clean their places. I now have to clean the spill as well as the little littering the others dropped. Almost half of the canteen has left, a minute after the bell. I get more panicked as I realize that I have math class right now.

And he has no patience.

I grunt and frown as I drag my unwilling feet towards the dustbin, next to where there is a mop. As my hand curls around the mop handle, I hear a soothing voice behind me.

"Hey, need help?"

I immediately turn my head, noticing the familiar girl with a short brown bob. Astra. Shame, awe and worry engulfs me. Images of an angry Jayden, furious Kayla and frustrated Avi flash in my head. I promised that I will never run into them again. But seems like fate hates me with a passion.

Should I respond yes?

I look back at the table, taking in how long the mess might take to clear up. The outrageous face of the math professor threatens me internally. Well, they are not here, right? And it's not like I am sealing the start of a friendship, it's just a simple humane help.

I smile at her, despite the wretch inside my head and nod, passing her another mop. She grasps it, asking me where the table is. I point to the table, ignoring the part blaming me inside.

Just one time. I say to myself before walking over to the place.

As she mops the place, I head over to clean the table, using a tiny handkerchief to absorb the brown soda.

"Clumsy, I guess?" she asks, eyes fixed dedicatedly to her work before it momentarily catches mine. I smile slightly, "Yeah."

She speaks no further and I find myself feeling more bad. Here she is helping me out but I outright insult them in front of my friends.

They might want something from you. Or else why the sudden interest?

I pause mentally, analyzing the double edged possibility. There is the first one, morally acceptable whereas the other one is rational. It might surely be the second one. Or else why the sudden interest?

I immediately harden up, quickly finishing the work and muttering a quick thanks before jolting into the math class. And it's hard to miss that slight hurt in her eyes, haunting me on my way to the class.