Cause I could have sworn it wasn’t when I walked into the school this morning. And I’m not that new.
Perhaps you just don’t recognize it from this angle.
Eh? [It felt to him like she was speaking in another language entirely, all her words refusing to make sense in his head. He didn’t know if he was supposed to have already known about her reputation - he’d only been here a month more or less after all. She was very intimidating, but raging bitch monster… well, he didn’t know about that.] Y-yes, my dad likes it. The W’s. He says a good name gives you a good start in… life, I think. Kennedy?
Yeah I- actually, it doesn’t matter. Reputations are silly anyway. Make your own opinions. There, that’s my helpful advice. [She listened to him patiently, though his obvious discomfort made her a little uncomfortable in return. She hid it well though, feeling a little for him, something she’d gotten better at doing as of late.] I can’t say I’ve heard that before, but it’s a nice point. Yes, Kennedy. Some people I’m closer to call me Kenn, but I don’t have a preference either way.
Chill? [He couldn’t help but repeat it after her, his voice sounding more confused than he thought that it would, like this was his first time hearing of the concept. It just didn’t seem to make sense to him at that moment, not when she looked… angry, somehow. Or did he imagine that?] Okay… Winston Wicks-Weaver, fifteen, freshman, from New Jersey.
Yeah, chill. Like as in relax. I know I have a reputation around this school as being a raging bitch monster, but these days I’m a little more reserved. Winston Wicks-Weaver. Lots of W’s. I like it. Oh, you’re a freshman, that explains why you’re so… antsy. My name’s Kennedy Salvatore. I’m a senior, and I’m… from here.
[he kept his gaze forward, trying hard not to look like just her looking his way made him want to melt on the spot. be cool, act normal. he suddenly broke off into a smile at her words though, but quickly wiped it off his face by pursing his lips tight and straightening up.] S-sorry, sorry. I’ll just… eat really fast then I’ll go.
[Kennedy absently picked at her own food, watching with mild amusement as a flurry of emotions flashed across his face so quickly, though she did feel a bit bad when he seemed to tense up again.] You don’t have to do that either. Just chill, okay? What’s your name?
W-what? [he looks at her, surprising for a moment at her question before turning crimson red. looking away from her in the vain hopes that she wouldn’t notice] Oh, I’m fine, it’s… I won’t. Do any of that. [he tried to relax, loosening his shoulders a bit and aCT NORMAL sorry] I’m sorry, I’m making you uncomfortable… should I just go…?
Okay good. [she glanced at him again, resisting the urge to roll her eyes because c’mon Kenn play nice every once in awhile.] No, no. You can stay. I wouldn’t… call myself the one who’s uncomfortable right now.
O-oh, okay… [looks around on more time to check if there was anywhere else available, already feeling intimidated than his usual] Sorry. [moving slowly as though waiting for her to attack him, he finally sat down, keeping as much distance as he could between them]
Sure. [she finally looks up from her phone as he sits, raising an eyebrow at him.] Are… you okay? I don’t actually care that much but if you’re going to get sick or pass out in my direction, a warning would be nice.
I was… c-can I… [scratches at the side of his head before swallowing hard] … is that seat taken or should I just…
There’s nobody sitting in it, and no stuff on it, so I think it’d be pretty safe to assume it’s not taken.
For the last time, yes, I’m a freshman. But no, I’m not lost.
I didn’t ask, but thanks for the update.
Robin Carlyle-Salvatore it is! …I just think it flows better that way, but your name can go first if you want. I get it, I completely get it. Just, um…death isn’t really good for Xav. But I’m sure he’ll come around any day now! Who says I’m going anywhere?
Lovely. I agree with you. Besides, to put Salvatore first would imply that she’s Italian, and that would have my weird grandma beating down the door. I know that, I do. And I’m trying to be selfless and let him go but when he’s not there it’s like… how… stupidly empty my house is crushes down on me and I can’t breathe. Nobody. Just letting you know. In case.