Lunch.

Isn't it just your favorite 'subject' during school?

No classes. Only food, food and more food. And some talking to your friends. But it is mostly food. Who cares about human interaction when you have a full hour in school dedicated to food. You can get human interaction after school hours.

I come to the lunch room, grab my usual lunch consisting of two pieces of pizza and a soda with chips, before walking over to my usual seat at the back of the cafeteria.

As usual, I check my backpack to see if i forgot anything. So the list goes like this:

One notebook with the amazing Vic Fuentes on the cover

One notebook with the perfection of Andy Biersack's Set The World on Fire war paint

One notebook with the silliness of Kellin Quinn

One notebook with the beautiful tattoos of Ronnie Radke

And one.. wait. Where is my Oliver Sykes notebook?!

Dammit! I forgot it at chemistry! Fuck my life! Now I will have to go back to that stupid class after lunch and get it from the teacher. I hope it doesn't get stolen because, well, who can resist the hotness of Oliver Sykes. His amazing face and tattoos. And he is only 29. But now that i think about it, Andy and I have a smaller age gap. But he is married. Damn you Juliet. But i like Juliet anyways.

With i sigh, I begin to eat my pizza. Just as i was about to take another bite a shadow loomed over me. I raised my head and was met with a breathtaking pair of brown eyes that belong to only one person. Nathaniel. Actually, I think they are more on the hazel side. I see a bit of blue and green. Yup. Definitely hazel.

"Yes?" I ask. What? People never come up here unless it is to say some trash about me. OR actually throw trash at me.

"I came here to give you this. You forgot it at chemistry." HE said and handed me my Oliver Sykes notebook.

"And Bring Me The Horizon? Nice choice." He said with a slight wink that made my stomach flutter, before he turned around and retreated back to his table.

"Woow. Who is that hot piece of meat on your notebook?" A male voice with an Aussie accent came from behind me. I turned around and saw a boy with brown hair styled up messily in every direction, and blue eyes. He was about 5'11 to 6 feet tall.

"This is Oliver Sykes, singer of Bring Me The Horizon. Why?" I asked the cute boy.

"Aww man. He's a celebrity. And most likely straight. I would tap that though." He replied. I like this guy. "Anyways, I am Max Reid. I am new here. Came from Sydney, Australia. And I am about as straight as the letter O" He stretched his hand out towards me. I chuckled at his introduction.

"I am Blair Collins. I was born here in New York, New York. And I am about as bent as a new telephone pole. Meaning I am 100% straight." I smiled at him and shook his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you. Mind of I sit here. You are the only person who seemed friendly in this entire cafeteria." He asked with a hopeful expression on his face.

"Sure. I have plenty of space. Nobody ever sits here anyways." I gestured for him to sit anywhere since the table could fit about five or six people and i was the only occupant. Max chose to sit right across from me, setting down his tray with a burger, fries, chips, and a soda down on the table.

"So. Why doesn't anybody ever sit here?" He asked and then stuffed about three fries into his mouth. Men. Can't even do it properly. Everybody knows you have to dip them into ketchup first.

"I don't have friends. That's it." I shrugged and bit the pizza that was folded in half down the middle. For all you people out there that eat their pizza opened. Ugh.

"That's a shame. You seem like a fun person to be around already, and I've known you for not even five minutes." Max nearly yelled.

"Eh. I am fine with it. Better to have one friend that you can trust, then ten that you will not even hear from when you leave school." I replied.

"True. So. What do you think of gay people?"

"You want the truth?" Max nodded. "I fucking love them. Gay people are so cool. Especially boy and boy couples. Aww man I can stare at them for hours. We better find you a boyfriend mister so i can have a gay couple to ogle about!" I pointed a finger at Max, causing him to laugh.

"Relax woman. I already have a boyfriend. He's in Sydney though. But he will turn eighteen next month and he said that he will come here. I have my own apartment so we will live together."

"Awww!" I squealed. "That is sooooo cute! I can't wait to meet him! What is his name?"

"Jackson." Max blushed and then showed me a picture on his phone of Jackson. And damn was he HOT!

"Damn. You've got yourself a fine boyfriend! He is hot!" I told Max.

"Thank you. And I will not be sharing him. He is mine. ALL MINE!" Max gripped his phone to his chest.

"Damn boy. What are you? A possessive werewolf alpha male or something?" I laughed at his behavior.

"Nope. Just a very possessive boyfriend." Max then got a confused look on his face. "Possessive werewolf alpha male? Where the fuck did you get that from?" He laughed.

"Wattpad my boy. Wattpad. Oh! You should really check it out. They have some pretty awesome boyxboy stories. And some steamy too. It Jackson and you run out of ideas for the bedroom." I winked at Max as his face flushed red.

"Fine! Set me up after school will you? I wanna check out those bedroom ideas. You know. Maybe buy some stuff before Jackson comes and surprise him with some steamy welcome to America sex?" It was Max's turn to wink and my turn to blush.

"Dammit! TMI Max. TMI" I covered my ears as Max burst out laughing.

I think I just found myself a best friend.