After we drop the bag off we make our way back to the xc (cross country) group and chat for a little while before another guy asks Nik if we're going to eat.
"Nahh we're anorexic. We're just cool like that," he laughs. "Actually, I'm kind of hungry. Wanna come?"
Again, I say yes. He's doing all the work. Which was what I wanted. I kind of like the feeling of being asked to do something, not the other way around. Being the chaser isn't fun at all.
Anyways, we stop at a food booth on campus and grab a few snacks. Him: pizza. Me: snack mix. Both of us: water.
There is one awkward moment when some girl asks him if he's still going to formal with the girl from our rival school. He shrugs. "I guess. I mean, we're friends so..."
She makes fun of him for a little before we start to walk away.
"You're gonna get crap for that for a while, you know," I inform him, not that he doesn't already know.
"Yeah, really. Greenstein was disappointed in me." (Greenstein is our euro teacher)
"Haha I bet. Especially after we lost all those games..." I trail off, letting it sink in.
He groans a little. "Ahh yeah. That's true."
For the fourth time that lunch, we wind up back at the xc hang out place. It's all guys so I feel a little overwhelmed by all the testosterone (not that I mind). But Nik constantly turns to me and jokes and talks, which basically kicks the awkwardness out of the door.
At one point, one of his friends asks that awkward question, "So, is that your girlfriend, Nik??" Eyebrows all suggestive, eyes winking.
I don't look at Nik's face but I listen intently to his voice. There's a slight pause before he says, "Nah she's my friend"-lilt in voice here-"who's a girl."
"Yeah," I agree immediately. Though I have no idea why I even bothered to be fine with that pretense. Nik knows I like him. Unless he's a complete retard, which would be sad. I haven't been hiding my feelings in all actuality. They're quite obvious.
We leave it at that and continue talking in a group. Suddenly, Nik breaks off from the group and goes to sit on the curb by himself. He flips out his phone and slides it up and down, as if checking for text messages. I eye him out of the corner of my eye, waiting for the perfect time to go over there.
"Nahh we're anorexic. We're just cool like that," he laughs. "Actually, I'm kind of hungry. Wanna come?"
Again, I say yes. He's doing all the work. Which was what I wanted. I kind of like the feeling of being asked to do something, not the other way around. Being the chaser isn't fun at all.
Anyways, we stop at a food booth on campus and grab a few snacks. Him: pizza. Me: snack mix. Both of us: water.
There is one awkward moment when some girl asks him if he's still going to formal with the girl from our rival school. He shrugs. "I guess. I mean, we're friends so..."
She makes fun of him for a little before we start to walk away.
"You're gonna get crap for that for a while, you know," I inform him, not that he doesn't already know.
"Yeah, really. Greenstein was disappointed in me." (Greenstein is our euro teacher)
"Haha I bet. Especially after we lost all those games..." I trail off, letting it sink in.
He groans a little. "Ahh yeah. That's true."
For the fourth time that lunch, we wind up back at the xc hang out place. It's all guys so I feel a little overwhelmed by all the testosterone (not that I mind). But Nik constantly turns to me and jokes and talks, which basically kicks the awkwardness out of the door.
At one point, one of his friends asks that awkward question, "So, is that your girlfriend, Nik??" Eyebrows all suggestive, eyes winking.
I don't look at Nik's face but I listen intently to his voice. There's a slight pause before he says, "Nah she's my friend"-lilt in voice here-"who's a girl."
"Yeah," I agree immediately. Though I have no idea why I even bothered to be fine with that pretense. Nik knows I like him. Unless he's a complete retard, which would be sad. I haven't been hiding my feelings in all actuality. They're quite obvious.
We leave it at that and continue talking in a group. Suddenly, Nik breaks off from the group and goes to sit on the curb by himself. He flips out his phone and slides it up and down, as if checking for text messages. I eye him out of the corner of my eye, waiting for the perfect time to go over there.
