You slide into an empty table, eyeing your fairly nice lunch. Luckily your private school has a good budget for food. You feel a shove on your shoulder and look up to see your best friend Ivan, smiling at you, tray in hand

“How’s my favourite person today?” He smiles, while practically squishing you against the wall

“Did you have pe today? you must be really hungry to be eating without me, want some of mine?” He asks, eyeing your disheveled blazer. You’ve heard this excuse before including “Im not hungry from breakfast”, “I feel sick”, “I’ll trade you for —-“ and more. He was a master manipulator when it came to lunch food, and you ended up stuffed while he ended up on a sugar high.

He was already starting to nudge his main with vegetables over onto your tray with his stupid grin with his stupid snaggletooth on his stupid face-