I am about to die; I'm sure my face is ten shades of red and if I open my mouth I'm going to put my foot in it. I was getting some weird vibes from the new guy. Weird as in, I think he likes me.
But that so cannot be. I've seen the way the girls look at him, they've been following him around like lovesick puppies for the last two days.
So why was he sitting so close to me? This better not be one of those stupid high school set-ups where the popular guy loses a bet or something, because the way he just carted me around in front of the whole school gave a very distinct impression of…what?
“Something wrong with your food Red?"
“What?" Red, was that like some kind of endearment or something?
“You're glaring at your sandwich babe, I thought maybe it had offended you in some way. I have not
