Celebrity Undercover

3. Rich Prick

"Just remember that if someone is temporary, so is the pain they caused." -Unknown.I heaved a sigh of relief when I hear the bell ring. Gathering everything together, I made my way outside the classroom, Alec tagging behind. I was really hungry and the sound of the bell was like music to my ears."So what do we have next?" Alec asks, looking around the school as we made our way towards our lockers. "L-Lunch. I usually sit alone, um I don't know if you'd like to sit with anyone else, you know, for your reputation. I'm not exactly what you call.. popular," I state, trying hard not to stammer again. Why do I always do this? I'm so awkward, it's sad. I'm pretty sure he can't wait for tomorrow because he wouldn't be forced to tag along with me. "Why do you always stammer? And last time I checked, i'm supposed to be with you throughout the day," he informs me, giving me a scrutinizing gaze, like he was searching for answers from my face. My eyes shifted to my worn out sneakers for the second time today, trying hard to hide the blush that was creeping up on my cheeks. I could feel my cheeks heating up and I wish I did not tie my hair today. "U-um, okay.. I usually sit with the secretary at her office but I guess I can sit at the cafeteria today," I reply, completely ignoring his comment about my stammering. I can't help it! This usually happens to me until I get comfortable with someone.He smirks at this,"you stay at the secretary's office during lunch?" The moment those words come out of his lips, I regret telling him about it. I sigh, deciding not to answer him. I slowly walk towards my locker, suddenly losing my appetite.When we walk inside the cafeteria, everyone stayed quiet, averting their attention away from their conversations, to look at us, or more specifically, at him. I've never had any attention from anyone, and I actually prefer it that way, but now all of a sudden, Alec comes out of nowhere and ruins my peace. I feel like throwing up, I have stage fright, and even though this wasn't an actual stage, I sure felt like I was on a stage with people staring at me and judging every move I make. I quickly walk towards the long line waiting for the food, avoiding everyone, as I stared down on the moving floor beneath me, silently praying I don't bump into anyone.When I reach the long line, I sigh in relief, at least it's away from the crowd. "Hey! You left me back there!" I hear Alec's voice, making me jump. I almost forgot about him. Almost."U-um sorry, I-I thought you were following me," I half lied. I don't look at him because I was scared he would know I was lying. I rarely ever lie, and when I do lie, I always get caught. Mum says i'm bad at lying, my palms get all sweaty and I literally look completely nervous, even if it's a white lie! "Why do you look so nervous?" He asks, taking my chin between his fingers as he lifts my face up, making me face him. I suddenly felt self conscious when I realize how close our faces were. He can surely see every imperfection on my face, the freckles on my nose, that one pimple on my cheek, my oily skin. I try to look anywhere but at his face, eye contacts usually make me uncomfortable."Why can't you look at me?" He asks softly, his voice almost a whisper, almost as if he was asking himself. I bit my lower lip nervously as I played with my chewed up nails subconsciously , a habit I had whenever I was shy or nervous. Which is like, always.I hear a cough beside me and we both jump. Alec quickly removes his hand from my face. I felt my cheeks heat up and I was sure I looked as red as the tomato on the girl who cleared her throat's salad. "You guys are next," she says with a smile. I've never seen her before, she was very pretty, her auburn hair curled, reaching her collarbones, she wore heavy makeup, but I could see that she could look pretty without it. Her big green eyes looks friendly, her pink lips grinning widely as she gives us a friendly smile, making me automatically smile back. She wore a pretty sleeveless blue floral dress that reached her mid thigh. It seemed pretty cold to wear that on early January, but she didn't look uncomfortable."Oh right. Thanks!" I say with a smile, surprisingly not stammering in the process. I quickly walk over to the counter taking my tray and a paper plate, I chose the mashed potatoes and salad and made way for Alec to choose. When we were both done, we walk back to where the tables were and I was back to the nervous wreck I was when everyone became quiet again, their attention zoned in on us.Great! Here we go again. I start shivering, I could feel it myself, my heart was thumping loudly against my chest, and I felt a lump form in my throat. I felt sick and I needed to get out of there quickly. Just as I thought I was going to throw up, a hand intertwined with mine and pulled me away from the crowd. By the time I realized what was happening, I was already at the hallway with Alec in front of me, giving me a worried look. "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the nurse's office?" I shake my head,"I'm alright. I'm just not good with attention. I'm sorry, I know you want to stay at the cafeteria but I can't. You can go, it's alright. I'll just go to Ms. Trinity's office," I tell him, already turning to leave. He grabs my forearm, making me stop in my tracks,"I was told to stay with you throughout the day," he insists. I don't get how he isn't running away from me right now! Does he want to be seen with an outcast like me? I can hardly make a conversation without stammering for god sake! "I-I guess we could go to the basketball court," I tell him. I've been to the indoor basketball court once or twice before, but I preferred staying with Ms. Trinity so I never went back there. It's quiet there and there's usually no one there, so I guess that would do. As we made our way to the basketball court, I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so nice to me. Nobody ever was, they usually ignored me or gave me weird looks."Will this be alright?" I ask him when we reach the court, my voice echoing against the big empty room. He smiles as he looks at me,"more than okay."He walks over to the bleachers and sits, gesturing his hand next to him for me to sit down. I obliged and sat quietly. I take my tray and start eating my stale food. The only cafeteria food I could stand eating was the mashed potatoes and their pizza, but they make pizza on Thursday's only, so I end up eating the mashed potatoes on the rest of the four days."So Summer, were you born during the summer?" He asks, obviously trying to make a conversation. But why would he? And with me out of all people?I smile as I recall the memory of my dad telling me why I was named after the summer, we were just done with our usual surfing, when I begged him to buy me an ice cream. Summer had just began, my favorite time of the year. Ice creams, the sun, surfing and more ice creams. "Daddy, who named me Summer?" I ask him, licking my chocolate ice cream cone. I was sitting on my surf board flinching my eyes because of how bright the sun was that day."Well who else other than the best dad in the whole world?" He answers me, giving me a side hug, with a chuckle. I grin excitedly,"but I wasn't born during the summer!"He chuckles, ruffling my hair which made me frown, I was thirteen, I was going through my puberty, I had just started being attracted to guys and this obviously made me seem like a little kid in front of the other people my age. Not to mention the cute guy who was giving me glances from time to time. "Well no champ, I named you after Summer because it's my favorite time of the year, the sun, surfing, tan, hot babes-" I punched his shoulder, scrunching my nose disgustingly at the last two words, which just made him chuckle,"but most importantly, that's when I met your mother."I felt a thumb touch my cheek which made me come back to the present. I did not realize I was crying until I felt his thumb caress my cheeks, erasing the tears that had escaped, "I'm sorry, um no, I wasn't born during the summer, March 22nd actually," I answer his question. He looked at me, worry stretched on his face, I cleared my throat, forcing a fork full of lettuce into my mouth."I'm sorry, I didn't know I was asking something that was very sensitive to you, I should really keep my mouth shut sometimes," he apologizes, still looking at me worriedly.I smile at him for the first time since I met him, no one my age has ever been this nice to me, I really did judge him wrongly. "It's okay, I was named after my father's favorite holiday of the year. My dad and mum met during the Summer."He returns my smile, "you know, not to sound like a rich prick, but this food is the most disgusting food i've ever tasted." He tries to change the subject. He makes a disgusted face, making me laugh at the process, completely changing my mood.I think I may have just made my first real friend today.