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"Well," I struggle, trying to find the right words to say without this all ending with me permanently looked down on. " You know, 'cause you're all." Cue the blinking just like water boy. Oh, no. I've changed my mind; now, I'm going to die. From humiliation. Where's the spontaneous asteroid? Now would be a great time to destroy me. "In vogue or whatever, and I'm just average." Breaking eye contact to avoid his gaze which only makes my face even more red, (if it's even possible) is the best idea I've had all day. Excluding listening to NSYNC* earlier.
When I look back up, I guess he saw my face somewhere in the midst of my demented thoughts because his intense stare softens into some bizarre form of guilt.
"You think you're just average?" He starts speaking again after a few seconds of silence from me. Well, duh, it's not like everyone is punching the living daylights out of each other to sit with me and my friend's at lunch like they do to you. You could practically start the first LHG. Lakeview Hunger Games. "I can tell you one thing, you definitely aren't average to me, and I'm not in vogue." You speak lies. "I just have a lot of so-called friends. And I don't care what other people think of me and you shouldn't either."
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