Lunch. Oh, how John dreaded lunch. Not because of the loud atmosphere and the jerks that bully him being able to do more. No. He dreaded it because everyone was so easy to watch. They were lost in their own worlds, never paying attention to the thin boy with scraggly black hair and hollow eyes mindlessly chewing a ham sandwich. He could stare at them all he wished. He shouldn't. He knows he shouldn't. That's breaking a rule. A big one at that. But it's tempting. Especially with a new transfer student. He couldn't help it, he was curious.

He swiftly scanned the room, searching for the new student amongst the crowd of yelling and movement. Strange, he was sure they came into the cafeteria. Why wasn't he-

"Mind if I sit here?"

John's head perked up, eyes wide in surprise at seeing the new student wanting to sit with him. He looked down, picking at the chipping table paint a moment.

"Sit wherever you like."

He finally responded. He felt that same dread crawling up his spine, worried that he might say or do something that might cause this new person to aboud him.