Last RP comment form part 7-
"That is MY phone," Spencer growled. "Give. It. Back. Fraya, shush for a sec. I can text you when I've dealt with this nuisance that may or may not have derived from an oyster." He snatched the phone back and pressed the "End Call" button, then jerked his thumb toward the door. "Leave," he said. "I don't care if you listen through the door, just get out."
( oooof sorry I was figuring out percentages and cross-multiplying with my mom. xd Iâm not even supposed to be learning them yet, but I canât figure out these problems without them. Iâm here now, tho! )
Spencer shrugged but nodded. "I don't think it was romantic at first, but it changed pretty quickly. So yes."
Fraya sucked in a breath. âWow. I would never have guessed that. Really?â
Spencer struggled to keep from rolling his eyes. He offered an exasperated smile as he thought of the answer to his own question. "Probably since we met. It was just mild at first, growing as I knew you better."
Fraya glanced â no, glared â at Jacquelyn until she got the hint and popped her ear buds back in, but not without a look obviously stating, âYouâre telling me everything later.â
Turning back to Spencer, she said rather shakily, âYou first.â
Spencer reddened again. Slightly, but he could feel it and he knew it would be visible. "How long have you liked me?"
âNope,â Fraya replied, flipping her fiery red hair that reflected her sassiness. âYou were just too blind to see it before. I feel bad for you sometimes. Like, how can someone be so clueleââ
She stopped herself when he gave her a look, and rolled her eyes. âIf you have something to say, go ahead.â
Spencer snorted. "You care all of a sudden, do you?"
Fraya felt a smirk cross her lips. âAwww, burn yourself? Thatâs too bad.â
"Not really. Finished Prisoner B-3087, onto Refugee. I'm on an Alan Gratz kick." Spencer took a bite of his pizza and hissed in shock at the temperature of the cheese. He forced the bite down his throat and took a drink of his water to cool down the roof of his mouth.
âHey Spencer,â Fraya replied after a second, realizing heâd addressed her.
The silence was heavy for a second, and since she wasnât really feeling the turkey sandwich sheâd packed for lunch today, she decided to end it.
âSo... whatâs up? Anything new?â
She mentally cursed herself for asking this. She knew the answer to that question already. Sure, theyâd been avoiding each-other completely in the real world, but on their text chat theyâd gone on like nothing had happened.
(I feel like I should remember who Sam is...)
Waverly smiled gratefully. She hadnât seen Oscar all day, and she hadnât been sure what to do if he was absent for whatever reason. She honetly hadnât expected her new friends (at least, she hoped she could call them friends) to let her sit with them. So right now she was just thanking her lucky stars. Then, as they sat down, she smirked.
âWhy were you asking about Sam?â she asked quizzically. She couldnât remember whoâd been asking, but whoeveer answered this time, she definitely wouldnât forget.
Spencer punched in his student ID number to pay for his food and got a nod from the lunch lady, so he took his tray and headed for Fraya's table. He sat down heavily.
Jacquelyn, seeing his expression, pulled out her earbuds. She didn't know what was about to happen, but she knew she wasn't involved, and she had no plans to change that.
Spencer hesitated, watching Fraya watch him. He didn't know if she wanted to talk first. She stayed silent and shot him a quizzical glance, so he spoke. "Hi, Fraya." His words caught in his mouth, so he picked up his pizza to cover up the awkward silence.
Eli:
He nodded. "Sure, Waverly." He spotted an empty table at the back of the cafeteria, "Hey! I see a table. C'mon." He said, briskly walking towards the table with his sisters and friends in pursuit.
Waverly saintered over to the table the Gerons were at with Ria and Brianna as someone asked about Sam.
âI havenât seen him,â she said with a shrug.
After a secondâs hesitation, she asked, âBy the way, can I sit with you guys? Sitting alone is no fun.â
Absent-mindedly, Fraya sat at her usual table with a few other kids she vaguely knew. Jaquelyn sat here now as well â was that her name? â so she didnât have to worry about trying to keep up a conversation. The other girl did most of the talking, which she only half listened to. She was too distracted. Hating to admit it, even to herself, she was staring at a certain someone and couldnât tear her eyes away.
When she heard something about the dance in her conversation partnerâs rambling, she perked up. âWhat was that? Sorry, phased out for a sec.â
Gabby:
She smiled to herself at the twins voice, but didn't really bother to acknowledge. They were like two other sisters to her-no need to say help every time they saw each other.
Maddie:
"HI BRI!" She said, after getting over the scare. "I don't know. Anyone see Sam?' Maddie said, glancing atround.
Brianna:
âHere I am!â She squealed, tackling into Maddieâs shoulders. Rita laughed from behind her as Maddieâs frightened look came into view. After Brianna had settled down, Ria said, âWhere are we sitting today?â She didnât expect Gabby to answer, who was still reading her book, not bothering with the fact that the twins had suddenly appeared out of no where.
Eli:
After the fun time at the bakery a few days before that, Eli was resentful to go back to school. Especially since his big track meet was this weekend. He shuddered nervously at the thought of the meet. Eli was prepared for the meet, but he couldn't help but feel anxious. He realized the lunch bell just rang and he quickly stuffed his binders into his backpack but jogging out the door. He caught up to Maddie, who was walking next to Gabby-who as usual, had her face in a book. "Hello!" He called to them as they turned toward the school cafeteria. "Hey Eli!" Maddie and Gabby both said to him. "You see Ria and Brianne anywhere?" Maddie asked, looking around the already crowded cafeteria for their friends.