After that day, I started noticing him around school more and more. Before then I only ever knew him for getting up in front of the class and dramatically reading stuff out loud. Now I see him everywhere. And all the classes he isn't in, I just end up sleeping through. Weirdest part; almost every time I've seen him, he's been looking right at me.

    Like, staring me down with this blank, wide-eyed expression. And when he realizes I'm looking back, he gets all surprised and flustered and frantically looks away. I never know how to react. I don't even know this guy's name. I know I did at one point. I should probably learn it.

    Since I started seeing him everywhere, I noted where he sat at lunch. For some reason that I can't wrap my head around, he sits with a group of freshmen everyday. I don't know any of them. They're freshmen, why would i? But it's always him and the same four freshmen. Well, sometimes (very rarely) Techno sits there too.

    I only Techno because he's on the basketball team with Dream, who I happen to sit with at lunch. The two can never seem to agree on anything, which tends to be the reason why our school's team always loses. I couldn't care less about all of that anyway. Only reason I hate Techno is because he's a grade-A asshole. Kinda like Whats-His-Name, but not only is he a teacher's pet, he thinks he's so much greater than everyone else.

    I was quickly taken out of my thoughts by Dream slamming his fist against the lunch table, wheezing loudly, to an obnoxious degree, at a joke I didn't hear. Dream was certainly the loudest at our table. I wouldn't go as far as to say he's charismatic, but he's certainly made a name for himself. Whether or not that name was good or bad really depended on the person. For me... eh, I'm still not sure. Outside of lunch he doesn't talk to me, I kind of prefer it that way.

    Other than Dream, I usually sit with three other people, although I only do so because I've got nowhere else to sit. Sitting with them is just that, sitting. Other than that they're all loud and annoying (except George, pretty sure he only still sits with us because Dream asked him to). As for Karl and Sapnap, well, I'd definitely consider them more my friends than either Dream or George. We talk outside of school and I do enjoy hanging out with them, but I can't say I've ever felt especially close to either of them.

    but that doesn't really matter. I don't need to pour my heart to someone for them to be my friend. But I guess feeling included sometimes would be nice. I didn't realize the cafeteria had become almost completely empty until the bell rang. I picked up the styrofoam tray of uneaten cheap school lunch-room food and threw it in the trash can. I grabbed my stuff, just as I started to hear a set of footsteps approach me.

I turned around as quickly as I could, (I wasn't about to get bullied while I was alone and vulnerable) to find Whats-His-Name slowly and nervously approaching me. But the second our eyes met he jumped back and dropped everything he was holding, scattering it about the ground.

"Oh god-" he scrambled to collect his belongings. Why someone would bring all their shit to lunch rather than just putting it in their locker, I have no idea, but either I got down to help him.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" I asked with a slight laugh as I picked up a few loose papers. He laughed as well, though it was far more forced and awkward.

"Oh I just-" he looked up at me and paused. "Uh, it's fine." He stood and I followed, handing him the few papers I had picked up. He takes them and loosely shoves them in his binder before turning to leave.

"Wait!"

He turned back around to look at me, his eyes wide in surprise.

"Wh-what's your name? I forgot..." I honestly don't know how I managed to get it out, but I could've sworn I saw a piece of his soul crack. He laughed sadly before he answered.

"Wilbur."

"Right- sorry."

He turned back around, looking away from me so that I couldn't see his expression.

"It's fine." He managed to say quietly before speed-walking out of the lunchroom and down the hall. I soon followed, but he was lost in the crowd by the time I was wandering the halls. Wilbur. I'm not gonna forget it this time. Don't why I'm so insistent on remembering him, on thinking about him. Even though he does seem like a pretentious asshole, he's nice to think about.

Or maybe he's just hot.