Mason
Inside the cafeteria it was a mess. I didn't think I could describe it any other way. It was taco Tuesday and everyone was gathered near the counters, I wondered how the volunteers there handled the crowd without losing their minds. Our table was fixed, the seats were fixed, I sat beside Alex, Ben sat beside David and Martin sat alone. Or with some new chick. There was this unsettling feeling in my stomach that just wouldn't go. Like a little less than a deja vù. I don't know.
"So this girl in sociology was like even you have to help and this is not my project alone." Martin groaned. Surprisingly enough he sat alone, I pulled my sandwich out from my bag and opened it.
"God Mason how many times do I tell you I hate the smell of tuna and pickles, you won't even let me eat my food i
