Monday, 12:30pm
Lincoln High School cafeteria, Oak Grove
Oak Grove’s Lincoln High School had been growing for the past ten years, dwarfing small colleges and now coming to the point where the city had finally broken ground on a second high school over the summer. There were lots of consequences from the overcrowding for the students, not the least of which was lunch. Nowadays, Lincoln had lunch ‘hours’ every half hour from ten-o’clock to twelve-thirty, leaving a majority of kids hungry either during the morning or afternoon.
Still, late lunch, during the last lunch hour, had its advantages. Besides being somewhat more relaxed and fun since everyone was awake, it was also a good turning point in the day, leaving only two classes left before it was time to go home. Well, unless you were one of those unlucky (or voluntarily masochistic) kids who got to take an 8th period.
Lorenzo’s day had been pretty good so far – as usual. Not only did all the kids like him, but so did many of the teachers. If they could have only inspired him to not slack off so much he’d be their most prized pupil. As it was they were willing to give him a little benefit of the doubt since he was such a nice and friendly guy.
Things with Becca though, might or might not have been so smooth. She’d been smiling the couple times ‘Zo had seen her, but she kept slipping away all morning without letting him talk to her. To top it off, her friends would giggle and act very mysterious whenever he was near. ‘Oh hiiii, Lorenzooo,’ they had said.
Becca was already sitting at one of the tables when Lorenzo walked into the cafeteria. She was eating apple slices and talking to a couple of her friends, but she looked up and smiled as she saw Lorenzo before turning back to her conversation.
OOC: Let me know if you had any look or personality in mind for her, or if you’d rather I just made it up.
Meanwhile, Jonathon was surrounded at his own table by a group of ‘burn outs,’ nerds, and other guys who just didn’t fit in. Jonathon had gotten a detention this morning thanks to Paul Turens, a junior who liked throwing his weight around and bullying anybody he thought he could get away with. After Jonathon had fought him and won last Thursday after school, Turens had been waiting to get him back, and he’d had a rather easy time blaming Jonathon for some goofing off in class this morning.
It didn’t help much that the teacher already thought of him as a trouble maker, and however thin Turens’ story had been the teacher had been more than ready to believe it. So now all the kids that Jonathon had protected from Turens were eager to see what his next move would be. Paul Turens had lunch this hour too, after all.
Back on the other side of the room, next to Becca Serra’s table, Stacy DuPries and some of her friends had a table of their own. A couple of girls from the soccer team who also played on an indoor ‘traveling’ team with Stacy in the winter, a couple of the popular girls who were on the dance committee with her, and finally Melissa Anderson and Kelly O’hare, both ranking members of the junior cheerleading squad.
They wanted Stacy to join the squad so she’d have the experience to get on the varsity squad with them next year. If Chris made it onto the varsity football team next year, and Stacy was a varsity cheerleader, that would of course achieve some sort of cosmic balance of perfection. It might be a little tight schedule-wise with soccer, but it’d be doable.
Finally, Lana was busy in a dark corner of the lunch room doing something arcane on her laptop while enjoying the lunch that Ba prepared each morning for both of the girls. Her day had been pretty normal so far. Jason Rayleigh, a big-nosed, red-haired guy with brown glasses and mild acne had snagged a seat next to her in chemistry again. He did it Thursday and Friday of last week too, though he never said anything. She’d just catch him looking at her every once in a while when he thought she wasn’t watching.
And now, apparently, Jason was going to brave the skater territory of the lunchroom and sit at Lana’s table. He walked up a couple minutes after she sat down, carrying a brown paper bag along with some books, and took a seat across the table and a little ways over. Of course, he was silent as normal, and pretty obviously nervous.
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