I sat down at me and my friend's table, glancing at Harry's alone table every once and a while. "I can't do this." I said, getting up and going to Harry's table. He was picking at his food, not even eating.
"Hey Harry." I smiled. He looked up and then back down. "Hello." He said in a low voice that made my ears sprung up and wan't to listen to him talk more. I bit my lip and looked down.
"Hey, don't worry about the other kids," I was saying, if he was listening. He looked up. "They just have a reputation." I heard him mumble. "Yeah."
I raised an eyebrow and then looked at him again. "Plus. I like you." I mumbled. He looked up. "What?" He asked. My face was flushed. "Erm.. I said that.. I'm sorry about them." I looked down at the table and picked at my food again. I'm not hungry. I got up and threw away my tray, walking to my locker and getting out my skateboard. It was a miracal this thing fit, I brought it out and rolled down the street. Bye hell-hole. I sarcastically waved to the school and strolled off.