Basically Strangers (revised)

[2 - Stranger With Your Lunch]

You opened your computer on your desk, opening your wattpad account and looking over your reads, votes, and followers. Both stayed at an even zero. Nobody read what you wrote, no matter what you wrote. You didn’t care much, you just wanted to write. There were one or two people who regularly read and voted for your writings. They always left nice little comments, which made every day a little better. You looked at your notifications.

New Comment: @(username), OMG I love this character!! If he was real, I would simp so hard!

You smiled at the comment. Suddenly, your computer slammed shut as a girl rushed to lean over the window over your desk. She had a dark blue and gold cased phone pressed against her ear.

“Oh my god, Marie, I see him!” exclaimed the girl, Emma. “He’s so cute!” Her nose was pressed against the glass of the window. Her hand that wasn’t holding her phone was pressing your computer down. You tried pushing her away, and she glared at you disgustedly.

“You’ll break my computer,” you spat as her glare intensified.

“Hey! I’m on the phone! Don’t be bitchy, (name like yours but not)." I groaned, looking away.

“My name’s not (name like ours but not),” I muttered.

“Oh my god, Marie!” Emma screeched as more girls surrounded your desk and the window to look at the mystery man. Suddenly, some girl shoved your face into the glass with her chest, and you were forced to look out the window at the man in the parking lot.

You froze when you followed the girls’ eyes to a very expensive looking black car with only two seats and no hood. The seats were obviously red leather, and it had white walled tires. A very, very nice car indeed.

“Oh my god, he’s ginger, too!” Emma exclaimed. Intrigued, you looked at who was walking away from the car, seeing a mop of shaggy red hair wearing a leather jacket with distressed jeans and expensive white tennis shoes you could see from a mile away. And in his hands was a plastic bag. Your heart stopped when you realized who it was and why they were there. Arkin entered the school through a door out of your sight. The girls ran to look out the doorway, and I could still hear what Emma was yelling to Marie.

“Oh my god! Did he really… this can’t be happening! He’s not a student, is he?!” You stood up, walking around the girls and past boys still calmly seated at their desks. Emma looked past you, her eyes wide and shining. “He’s in the building!” You felt your heart drop to your feet. You had left your food in his goddamn fridge.

Your thoughts were silenced by a knock at the  classroom door. All the girls rushed to their seats as it opened, and the teacher entered. You could feel disappointment crash over the female population in the room. And that one other gay kid in the back of the class. He was relatively nice, but not your crowd.

The teacher, Mr. Framer, glared around the classroom from the doorway.

“I assume you were all expecting someone else?” he said. A few brave girls nodded, as the teacher continued into the class. “Perhaps it was the young man that entered the building, unsupervised?” Another silent nod. “I apologize for your disappointment, but class is now-” Mr. Framer was cut off by a gentle knock at the door, which was wide open. All eyes flew to the intruder, and the female population (and that one kid) gasped. You, however, were frozen in fear at the ginger man standing in the doorway. You wanted to hide in the hoodie he lent you.

“Excuse me,” said Arkin, looking around the classroom. “I’m looking for YN LN.” Your eyes widened and you buried your face in your hands.

“Who’s that?” asked Emma, sitting four seats over from you. You felt Arkin’s eyes scanning the room, and you could almost feel his smirk as the heels of his shoes clicked against the tile floor towards you. Your back stiffened. Something was set on the edge of your desk, just in front of you. You braved a peek at the object, and found a plastic bag with two sandwiches wrapped in tin foil and two bottles of (favorite drink).

“You left this in my fridge this morning,” Arkin said before turning on his heels and walking away. You heard a scoff from the direction of Emma. “Oh, and YN,” he turned around, halfway out the door. He winked at you, a broad smirk on his face. “See you tonight.” And with that, the devil ginger disappeared.

The school day trudged along. At lunch, you ate your sandwich and heard people giggling and muttering about you.

“Yeah, I heard that weird ginger guy came for them. I heard they were sleeping together. I heard he’s their brother. I heard they’re family. I heard-”

 You blocked it out. You ignored them. Through every class, people talked. They didn’t all talk about you, but none of them talked to you. At the end of the day, you trudged out the front doors with the tired, huddled masses. You were getting ready to walk to the bus stop, when the same, sleek black car pulled into the parking lot.

“Yoohoo!” Arkin screamed playfully, driving with his hand out high to get your attention. You covered your face and began walking towards the bus stop, but Arkin pulled up right in front of you. “Howdy, sunshine,” he said with a childish grin across his face.

“What the fuck, Arkin?” You spat at him.

“Get in, biiiiiitch!” You got in the passenger side, knowing full well there was no escaping at that point. He revved the engine loudly, getting everyone’s attention. He pulled the car out of the parking lot and sped off away from the school. “Let's go, darlin’.” You rolled your eyes.

“What’s your problem…” you groaned as he sped up.

“All of them!” He cackled. “Every fucking problem, I have it!” You gripped the door, knowing he wasn’t going to do dumb shit but he was definitely being a dumbass. You rolled your eyes at him, but couldn’t help but smile. You were sure he was joking, but it was still fun.

“So, what now?” you asked, holding on tight to the car zooming down the street. Arkin shrugged.

“Dinner at my place?”

“It’s two in the afternoon.” He took a sharp turn, accidentally making you jolt in the car. He laughed uncontrollably, then slowed. 

“Okay, so? Do you have homework or something?” You nodded. “Then we’ll get that done back at my apartment.” You squinted at him with a death grip on your seat. With another turn, you heard a thud come from the trunk. It got your attention, but you ignored it. With another turn, there was yet another loud thud. You turned around suddenly, getting annoyed.

“What was that?” you asked him.

“What was what?” He kept his eyes on the road while you stared at him skeptically. He chuckled, glancing at you. “What?” You shook your head, ignoring his antics. Arkin pulled into the parking lot of your shared apartment building. You looked around at the cars, not seeing your father’s car. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up slightly. When the car was parked, Arkin leapt out of the car. “Hey, you head inside. I’ll check on that trunk noise. You tossed your backpack over your shoulder and headed inside.

Arkin walked to the trunk and popped it open, glaring at the contents. He put a finger to his lips.

“Shh.” He then slammed the trunk shut and started walking inside.

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