Make way for Way

I carried my lunch tray across the dusty, old cafeteria, searching for a place where someone will let me sit. Preferably someone who hasn't seen me around at all, because all I've done is make a total and complete ass out of myself, today. I awkwardly lurk around the middle of the room, full with screaming and first-day-of-school food fights. One girl smashes mashed potatoes onto a boy with ginger red hair, now coated with white-yellow mess. "The people here are so immature," I think to myself. I mean, come on. We are in the 9th grade, show some respect.

"Gerard?" Oh, no. ANYONE but this one. I whip my head around, to find FRANK sitting at a half-full lunch table. I try to quickly shuffle away, hoping he wouldn't notice. I feel a hand digging into my arm. "Hi, Frank!" I tried not to look as awkward as possible, I really did! But when I saw Frank, I could feel myself getting hard. "Oh my God," I smack my forehead in disgust. I could do nothing but stand there as everyone looked down at my crotch. I was already humiliated enough for the day, but to get hard just from looking at a boy I'd just met? That's a whole new level of low. As if on cue, I knew what I had to do. I rolled my eyes, tilted my head, and poured my lunch tray all over my body. I could feel my cheeks getting hotter by the second. I had just gotten a hard-on just by looking at Frank, so what do I do? I pour my lunch full of potatoes, chicken, and milk all over myself. Nice going, Gerard.

"Um... excuse me," I pushed out of Frank's way as I made my way across the ENTIRE CAFETERIA, with a hard erection, AND food all over me. Everybody went quiet as I trudged across the floor, looking something like Jabba The Hut with an erect penis. I could hear a few snickers from across the room, but I just stuck my middle finger up and locked myself in the bathroom. I peered in the mirror, carefully. The food, surprisingly enough, wasn't hard to get off. Luckily, my other little "problem" went away soon enough, so I could finally face my peers, if you could even call them that.

"Gerard?" Not again. This time, Frank grabbed at my shoulder blades and turned me around, facing him. "Look, Frank. I'm so-" I got cut off. "Don't be. It happens to all of us," His eyes peered into mine, as we enjoyed the 6-second awkward silence. "See you in 4th hour, Gerard!" He left with a smile on his face, as he left the cafeteria. What the hell just happened?!? More importantly, did he just say 4th hour? I got my class schedule out of my pocket. "Fuck," I whispered, under my breath.

Notes

Well, hopefully I didn't make anyone too uncomfortable during this chapter xx I think it's a bit better than the last, though. What about you? ^0^ I will try to make longer chapters, don't worry! aha