Drama in the Lunchroom

True to her words, Bella started acting like Miss Cardigan again. Strict, professional, cold, it was like everything you both did yesterday never even happened for her.

It was a little bit disheartening to see. You'd much prefer Miss Cardigan to open up a bit more and loosened up as a teacher. Maybe if she was a little less uptight, more students might like her. You'd rather not hear whispers of classmates calling her names behind her back like you did before.

They don't know that it's all an act and that the real Miss Cardigan was actually a really relatable and cool woman to hang around with. It really sucks.

But there wasn't anything you could do about it. Miss Cardigan chose to be like this on her own free will. Plus, she has thick skin. She probably doesn't care what the students think of her, as long as she's a decent educator.

Though, you have noticed that while you're in her class, Miss Cardigan has stopped calling you up to read out loud or participate in class activities. Something you're kind of thankful for since you always hated doing boring stuff like that.

Heh, a little bit of favoritism never hurts, I guess.

Anyway, the afternoon so far seems normal. Classes pass by without trouble, and the bell rings for lunch period.

You sat down on a somewhat empty table as you hesitantly eat the mess on your tray that your school insist on calling lunch. You say that your table is somewhat empty in the sense that one side has a group of students having fun chatting amongst themselves, and the other side has you sitting there all by your lonesome.

It's nothing new. You usually sit by yourself all the time during lunch. Not because you were a loner or anything, you just kinda suck at socializing with people your age. They talk about things that don't really interest you, and you find it hard to have something relatable with others.

You sometimes think that it might be more your fault that it was like this all the time. You're certainly not trying hard enough to fit in with others, after all.

Here's the strange bit though... A few students from different tables were actually sort of staring at you from afar.

It was sort of awkward. They're not trying to hide the fact that they're staring at you, since they sometimes wave hello at you when you notice them. You wave back to be polite, but you don't make any attempts to reach out to them to ask why they were all looking at you.

Eventually, a few of them actually do stand up and walk up to you to make the first move.

The first guy was someone you've seen in the hallways in different classes, but never actually talked to before. He seems to know you though, as he asks, "You... You're John Doe, right?"

"Y-Yes... Yes I am... Hi?" You greeted him unsurely.

"Sorry for coming up to you for no reason. It's just, I swear I've met you before today. I think we talked and got along for a bit, didn't we?" He asked.

Did you? You don't exactly recognize him at all. Although, something in the back of your head told you that he probably wasn't lying...

"I don't know, we might have?" You offered.

He introduced himself, sitting down at your table with a smile.

A few other students, seeing this, actually followed his lead and went up to you as well. They all seem to know who you are and what your name is. For the life of you though, you don't even recognize any of them. You're one hundred percent sure this was the first time you've met them all.

A few of them even thanked you for helping them out, for some reason. It was jarring...

But also kind of... nice, I guess?

Some of them sat down with you, trying to get to know you better. Others would just wave politely, acknowledging your existence in a positive manner,

You don't exactly know what was going on, but you kinda feel at ease as you got to talk to all of them. They felt like friends you've never met yet, but made in a past life or something, if that makes any sense.

At some point, you realized you've managed to get a small crowd to gather around your table as they all got to know more about you. It made you feel like you were one of the popular students in school. It was really flattering and nice.

Speaking of popular students though...

You were interrupted of your conversation when you heard two people shouting a few tables away from you. It sounded like Tiffany and Zeke.

Everyone's attention immediately zoomed in on the two lovebirds, only to find today that they were acting like anything but.

"I can't believe you! You lied to me!" Tiffany screamed, looking almost ready to cry.

"What the hell is the problem?! I just said that it's for my eyes only! No one else is gonna see it!" Zeke yelled back, just as annoyed and frustrated as Tiffany.

"That's not the point! You recorded us in bed without my knowledge or permission! You never told me you set up a hidden camera in your room!"

Wait, holy shit, what?! Zeke recorded her using a secret camera? Damn, dude...

"That's the point of a hidden camera! It's supposed to be hidden! I don't get why you're so angry!" Zeke argued.

"I'm angry because you recorded me without even telling me you were! You never asked for my permission!"

"That's why I'm mentioning it now! I wanted to let you know so that you don't get angry with me later if you found out!"

"Why the hell did you wait to ask until AFTER you already made the recording?!"

"Because I was worried you might flip out and not let me do it beforehand!"

"Oh really?! And what gave you that obvious idea, huh?!"

"Come on, baby, it's not like I'm gonna post it online or anything. You can trust me! There's absolutely no reason to get angry like this!"

"That's not the god damn point, Zeke! I don't care what you plan to do with a recording of us, I care about the fact that you even recorded us at all! That was a precious loving moment between us! It's private! You can't just record it without at least telling me!"

"But I just said that I'm telling you now, aren't I?" Zeke obliviously repeated.

"Oh my god, it's like talking to a brick wall with you, you muscle headed inconsiderate bastard!" Tiffany growled, wiping away tears pouring from her eyes and ruining her makeup. "It's always like this! No matter what I say, you never change at all!"

Zeke sighed, before holding up his phone screen to her, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry babe! I didn't mean to make you cry. Look, you just want me to delete it, right?" He touched the screen for a bit and showed it to her again, "Boom. Done. It's gone, it's history. Never gonna happen again. So will you please stop crying?"

Tiffany gave Zeke one of the most heated glares you have ever seen in your entire life. She sniffed, wiped her eyes dry, and stopped crying. But she didn't calm down one bit.

Zeke, oblivious to her seething glare, slowly walked up to her with his arms out for a hug, giving a small smile, "I promise I won't do it again."

Tiffany stepped back from him, "No, Zeke. I'm done with this."

"C'mon, baby, don't be like that-"

"I said NO, Zeke! It's over! That was the last straw! I've had it with you!" Tiffany stated bluntly, before walking away.

"Woah, woah! What the hell do you mean?! You're not leaving me, are you?" Zeke asked in panic, hurrying after her, "Babe, please, come on! I said I was sorry!"

"You always say sorry when it's too late! You never consider my feelings until after I'm already pissed off! You've lied to me, you've manipulated me, and you never admit you're wrong! You are the worst boyfriend I've ever had, and I am done with you! We're finished!"

"Wait, please! Tiff, baby-" Zeke tried to get in front of her to block her from going any further.

Tiffany only went the other direction, "I'm not your baby anymore Zeke! Find some other idiot girl to get in bed with to make your stupid illegal porno video!"

"Tiffany! You don't mean any of that! You're just angry! You're not thinking straight!" Zeke kept trying to convince her, "Come on, I can't be your worst boyfriend! I mean, I'm the only boyfriend you ever had!"

She turned around and angrily shouted, "No, you're not my only boyfriend! Not anymore! Now you're just my first stupid ex-boyfriend! I can find another boyfriend who's less of a shithead than you are! In fact, I can easily get a new better boyfriend right now in this lunchroom!"

"What the hell do you mean by that?!" Zeke asked, suddenly indignant, "Who the hell is going to be your next boyfriend?!"

Tiffany angrily looked around for something, before lighting up when she saw something in your general direction. Then she started stomping towards you. The other students in her way quickly backed off, not daring to interrupt her stride.

You looked behind you to see the poor sap who was about to get dragged into this nonsense, only to find the cafeteria doors. Literally nothing else besides that.

Looking back, Tiffany was already standing right in front of you.

Right in front of you.

You.

She was looking at you.

Everyone else was looking at you.

It took you a moment to realize it. You looked around, back and forth, and then looked behind you one more time. Nope, nobody else was sitting next to you at that moment. It was only you.

You looked back at Tiffany with a dumbfounded expression, nervously pointing at yourself, "W-Wait, me?"

She grabbed you by the arm and made you stand up, before hugging you in a loving manner. Rubbing her cheek against your shoulder, she gave a smug grin towards Zeke, "John Doe. He's going to be my new boyfriend!"

"I am?" You asked confusedly.

"And he's going to be much better at everything, way better compared to you!"

"I will?" You asked again.

What the fuck is going on here? How the hell did you get into this mess?

Also, how does she know your name? You didn't think she would recognize you or know who you were.

She leaned up to you, and with a apologetic expression, whispered, "I'm sorry, John! But please play along!"

Then she kissed you. Straight on the lips.

You were completely lost as to what was going on, and her kiss didn't exactly help make matters better. You were confused, lost, and also sort of scared right now.

But... You had to admit...

She was a pretty good kisser...

You felt like you were lost in the moment, unconsciously closing your eyes before you started kissing back without even realizing it.

Tiffany gave a surprised moan when she felt you return her kiss, but rolled with it, closing her eyes as well.

You slowly reached around her and grabbed the back of her head, holding her tenderly as your sudden kissing steadily turned into a full on passionate makeout session.

At some point during the kiss, you managed to tangle your tongues together in each other's mouths. Both of your mixed saliva steadily drooled down your chins as you both became completely entranced by the other's marvelous mouth.

Tiffany started losing herself as well, gently holding your face to steady herself as she leaned forward more into the kiss.

You eventually snapped out of it and suddenly pulled away, with only a string of saliva briefly connecting you together being one of the only evidence to prove you two had kissed.

Tiffany blinked in shock, not realizing what had overcame her. You were pretty much in the same state.

Hot damn, you just made out with Tiffany Brian in front of everyone in school, including her boyfriend Zeke.

With a triumphant finger pointed at you, she shouted at Zeke, "HAH! See?! Not even five minutes in our new relationship, and he's already proven that he's a better kisser than you ever were!"

Everyone stared at you in varying degrees of surprise.

Some didn't care and went about their day undisturbed. Some covered their mouths, slowly starting to freak out over this new school drama. Others were blushing awkwardly, probably from watching you two kiss eachother so passionately.

Zeke had his mouth wide open, unable to form any words as he looked between the two of you in absolute frozen shock.

A group of students you sort of recognized from a while back were sitting from a faraway table when they saw everything, and hollered out, "DAAAAAAAAMN BOOOOOIIII"

You?

You think you're starting to see a running theme here between you and girls. This was like, what, the third one so far that came on to you for the past week?

When the hell did you start becoming some sort of actual chick magnet?

"Come on, John. Let's go somewhere to talk." Tiffany gave an embarassed smile as she grabbed your arm and hurriedly lead you away from the crowd and out of the cafeteria.

You really didn't question it or fight back. At this point, maybe it's better to just go with the flow instead of questioning everything that's happened in your life.

Although, this is definitely going to make going to school in the future more awkward now... Ugh, you hate high school dramas...