I lied.

I lied for a good reason.

I don't have friends. Never really have. At least, not someone I spend a lot of my time with talking about a subject that both of us adhere to. The closest I've ever been to having a friend is when my dad set me up for a play date at some random boy's house during Grade School. That very... awkward day was part of the reason I never left the house much after that, other than school, maybe shopping runs and sometimes even sporadic yearly vacations. I seldom went outside, to be fair to myself. I wasn't the best at socializing. But maybe, with the help of a certain someone. I can finally get rid of that annoying trait. Having no friends would have likely creeped Melanie out have I told her.

Being introverted isn't the best especially with no siblings around to help with the lonely life at home. Maybe because I've lived quite a while this way I don't mind it that much. I've heard other people say either through eavesdropping or reading comments on the internet that it's a lonely and depressing thing that they wouldn't wish on their worst enemies. But in the end their opinion is their opinion.

I've never really felt depressed, closest I have been may have been the first time that my lunch had been stolen in school. I distantly remember that I never found out who did it, nor why they did it. But what I did take form that experience was that it feels so shitty being robbed. Differs not whether you're a kid or an adult. I guess it's just hard-coded in the human psyche to keep hold over what they know is theirs.

Speaking of what is mine...

"Did you guys remember that video on YouTube where that skydiver is trying to do this totally cool drop, but dies when he slams full speed into that bridge?" Mark asked.

"You and your fascination with what should belong on LiveLeak kinda disturbs me." Responded Tom.

"It's not so graphic, the camera just follows him while he's gliding through the air and it cuts off when he slams into the metal fence." He reasoned.

"What do you think about this guy, (Y/N)?"

The only reason I hang out with these guys is because there is absolutely no one else to, they were not really friends just people I talked to when I was completely out of ways to spend my time. I looked at them, only pretending to even have the slightest thread of interest with Mark's obsession with videos on the internet which show death.

"I think... it's normal." I gave my opinion.

"Normal? Seriously? I'm surrounded by psychos." Tom jokingly complained.

"Normal in the sense that death is a part of life. Plus, there are a lot of people throughout history with a much stronger fascination." Tom was intrigued.

"Like who?" He asked.

"I heard there was this doctor who wanted to experiment with the concept of an afterlife. So he killed himself voluntarily to be able to use his theory of supernatural communication." I explained.

"Did it work? Because to be honest with you guys, I'm scared to death of... well death." Tom admitted.

"Don't remember, I heard about it a long time ago." I shrugged, as Tom and Mark resumed their conversation on Mark's obsessions. In the meantime my eyes almost immediately drifted elsewhere. And not so coincidentally, there she was. She keeps to herself, and she looks like she's a bit shy.

Brown hair, brown eyes, adorable face. A cute smirk decorating it. Melanie chose to sit with a small group of girls situated near the exit of the cafeteria, the mostly a little above average girls who didn't really fit into the popular group. Everybody's school has a group like this. Personally I don't mind them, they're there. They exist, and they're having a good time with their friends. I'm glad for them.

And now she has found a place for herself. She introduces herself cordially, with a kind smile and a reserved body posture. Properly ladylike, not many around these days.

"You're scoping out the new girl, (Y/N)?" Tom asks, obnoxiously looking over my shoulder to try and track where my eyes were pointed.

"Get off my back please." I annoyingly said.

"I'm sorry." Tom said.

"Good." I replied.

"No, not that sorry. I'm sorry you won't be able to have her." He said with a hint of remorse.

"Excuse me?... What?" I asked, with a sudden tone of anger which even I didn't see coming.

"No no no. You got it all wrong, not me." He quickly corrected, pointing in a different direction. I turned my head to see where he was pointing to.

The football team table.

Gerald Wesley, Chief Bench Warmer. He was laying eyes on Melanie too. Whispering to his friends, taller guys whose popularity he draws off of like an annoying leech. Pointing towards her for his friends with an excited look in his eyes.

"Looks like your pretty little bird is gonna be swept up by the vultures." He said, laughing a little. I on the other hand did not laugh at all.

"Ouch, sorry (Y/N)." Mark joined in. "And semi-formal was only a few weeks away."

"Shut up." I snapped back.

"Triggered much?" Tom asked.

"No, just... disappointed." I dismissed, turning back to my lunch. Just a day, and already there are already unwelcome obstacles in our developing relationship! Unbelievable, this is probably gonna be harder than I thought.

- Melanie's POV -

"Hey, pretty."

That sudden voice took me by surprise, I looked quickly behind me to see a boy about as tall as the one I met the other day. But I already knew his type, athletic wannabes that try to act as cool as their fellow teammates.

"Hey."

"You must be the new girl, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, Melanie. Nice to meet you." I replied.

"Wanna maybe go out and get some Starbucks later?" As direct as Robin Hood's arrows.

"This is a little forward." I said. "You haven't even told me your name yet, did you forget it or something?"

"Yeah, right I forgot about that. Name's Gerald. Gerald Wesley. Ger for short, that's what my friends call me. But you can call me either, it doesn't matter. I just wanted to get to know you." He explained.

"Well, you know my name. That's knowing me." I said sarcastically. The others I was talking to earlier all giggled.

"Well, I guess that isn't enough for me." He continued.

"Look who's being pushy. Oh, hey (Y/N)." I said. Gerald pieced together that I was talking to someone else. He turned around to see (Y/N) standing there behind him, with his hands in his pants pockets. He emitted a surprised shriek as he jumped a little.

"I guess it's a lovely day for flirting isn't it." He said with a wide smile, laughing a little.

"The hell are you?" Gerald asked.

"Just some guy." (Y/N) responds.

"Well, 'Just some guy' buzz off. 'cause you're being a nosy scumbag." He pointed at him, in response (Y/N) then just re-directed his finger someplace else.

"Real aggressive for someone who claims that they just wants to get to know someone." (Y/N) pointed out.

Wonder-Boy then punched him, sending (Y/N) staggering back a few steps.

"Oh my God! Hey!" I shouted as I stood up to try and break up the fight, an enraged teacher then made his way towards the commotion as the cafeteria began to take notice.

"You two! Office! Now!" He shouted.

"He started it!" Gerald screeched as he again pointed accusingly towards (Y/N). I tried to speak up in favor of (Y/N) who was obviously the one punched by this asshole first, but I was interrupted by the teacher's ear piercing voice.

"I don't want to hear it, office now!!!" (Y/N) rubbed his lip a bit as he made his way out of the cafeteria. Followed closely by Gerald, who as he left. Gave me the call sign with his right hand, I just rolled my eyes and sat back down. The arrogance of some guys really ticks me off sometimes.