Does anyone want to help me write a story
(I'm assuming lunch is good, if not I'll change my response)
Once English, and a multitude of the other classes were finished, Thomas was sitting in the cafeteria with a sketch book. He sat alone, and was sketching out what seemed to be a young female.
Caroline walked in and sat down at a table by herself not eating
He caught sight of Caroline, and smiled brightly. "Caroline!" He called, trying to catch her attention.
She smiled and walked over to him sitting beside him
"How are you doing?" He asked, for probably the dozenth time today.
" ok " she said with a smile
"Good, I'm glad to hear that." He hummed, opening his sketch book once more. "What do you have for lunch?"
" I'm not eating" she said
"Why not?" Thomas asked, lifting his head to meet her gaze.
" I'm not hungry" she said
"Is that really why?" Thomas insisted, his brow raised.
She nodded
He didn't want to bother her, so he dropped the subject. "What's our next class?"
"Art" she said
"Wait really!?" He asked, with a bright smile.
She nodded
"I should know this, but it doesn't matter. Art is my favorite class." He grinned.
She smiled sadly but gently
"What's wrong?" He asked, reaching over to pet her cheek.
"Do you like me?" She asked
Narrowing his eyes, and furrowing his brow, he nodded. "Yes of course, a lot."
" just be careful people get hurt when they intertwine thier life's with Brad Hoaxs"
"I thought you two broke up?" Thomas asked, raising his eyebrow higher. "If you haven't, I'll back off."
" no we did I'm just saying he careful" s hi e kissed his cheek ' okay?"
"Of course, though I know how to defend myself." He hummed.
" hes lost his temper and. . . slapped me' she said
"Worse can happen Caroline." He whispered, pecking her cheek.
" I know he scares me sometimes it felt like he would never protect me and if he wouldn't who would?*" She asked
"I would, he's probably just growing up. Getting out of his mindset of him first." Thomas shrugged.