Graham Turner
“It’s not gonna bite, dork.”
“Great, that makes two of us, then. Ugh.”Graham poked the abomination unto nature once more with his spork. He could have swore that it growled at him. He considered, briefly, growling back, but decided against it. There was no reason to antagonize his tray any further. He pushed it forward, respecting its boundries. One day, when it has its vaguely fleshlike tendrils wrapped around the throat of the world, it may look back on this day and remember the mercy shown to it. And perhaps maybe, JUST MAYBE, it will return the favor?
“Ugh, man, I’m starving.”
Graham looked up at Alexis, whisked back from his madness by her complaining. His stomach protested his decision to spare the flesh monster. He could understand Alexis’ gripes.
“My dumbass roommate made me miss breakfast. I swear, I’m going to throw her into a wall by the end of the year. Made me miss first classes too…So who’d we have first anyways? I’ma need to borrow your notes or whatevs.”
Roommates, eh? Must be nice...having constant companionship. When times get so lonely…
Pull yourself together Graham! Man up!
“Ehh, so uh...remember that monster thing chick from the train? Because it’s the monster thing chick from the train. That’s our first teacher. Didn’t really go over anything in class. Just went around the room introducing everybody...then she got...weird...so yeah, no notes.” Graham sighed dramatically before continuing. “Damn…”
He sighed again. He needed to gush, and poor Alexis was the closest person, poor chick.
“Well, as long as we’re bitching, not gonna lie, today has kinda sucked...so maybe my misery can make you feel better? I fell out of bed this morning, possibly breaking my phone, I dunno. Then I go get breakfast, yeah? Well, this upperclassman dude like...starts hitting on me. Pretty sure he told me that he’s going to make me a booty call, so that’s just fun.”
Graham shook his head before looking off into the crowd of people awaiting lunches. For a moment, each and every one of them look like the cruel Grahamdiddler. Monsters the lot o’ ‘em.
“Uhm... bumped into just this fuckin’ BEAR of a chick. Like, put a bra on a Mack Truck and you’ve got a pretty clear picture. Picks me up like it ain’t nothin’, and I’m pretty sure she’s thinkin’ about just eating me. Or snapping me like a twig. Good thing a teach came by or I’d proooobably be dead. Oh, and then I get to class, right? Monster thing chick like...assaults and gropes me in front of class.”
He shakes his head again, letting out a shudder. He had never experienced so much sexual acknowledgement in his life...it uh...wasn’t the greatest thing. The Stranger Danger here was pretty unbelieveable.
“And then, y’know, because the universe just has so much fun shitting on Graham, my fuckin’ asshat of a sister comes waltzing into the class. She’s sitting beside me in there. So that was my morning.”
“Erh, hey?”
Graham glanced over to see Cheol standing kinda awkwardly by him. Whoa...slightly creepy how silent this kid was. If he wouldn’t have said anything, he might have been able to just stand in Graham’s shadow for the entire lunch period with the gingerbro being none the wiser.
“Is it...okay if I sit here?”
Graham chuckled. “Yeah, dude, pop a squat. You don’t have to ask, we’re friends, yeah? We were just airing our grievances. Come be miserable with us.”
“Hey guys, do you mind if I come sit with you?”
Err...didn’t he just hear that? Like...was life on echo? Graham looked around confused for a moment. Then he saw her.
The giant. Graham’s mouth nearly hit the floor when he saw her again. Not due to her size this time (alright, so just a tad. She really was intimidating when she stood...especially to a sitting little dude like Graham), but because of something else…
Something red…
Around her mouth…
Graham laughed out loud. He stood up and stop a step over to her.
“Dude...digging the ketchup beard. But uh...red might not be your color. Come on and take a seat, dude. Take a seat and join in our teenage angst.”
He offered her a napkin, one of the handful he got when he picked up the tray. If he wasn’t going to use it, someone should. Still, that was a lot of ketchup...he liked the tomato as much as the next guy but there were limits. He returned to his seat then, and looked around at their little group.
A punk, a giant, a stud, and a little bro.
Yeah, that’d work. Their group dynamics would flow righteously.