Unpredictable Fates

Having to sit alone in a cafeteria, in a table that could fit up to seven people might seem like torture to some people but to me it was a daily routine. Popularity was so important to people and I just didn't get why some people would spend their whole lives trying to be something that doesn't really matter. Every school has that one person that is considered as an outcast, a freak, a weirdo, and that person just happened to be me. No one ever talked to me but they could easily talk about me. I didn't necessarily caring about their opinions, but it always hurt, if only a little bit but it hurt. I never let anyone see how I actually felt because if they knew they'd use it against me, to make me feel even worse about myself than I already did. This kind of rudeness was most likely expected to be coming from one of the poplar kids like a cheerleader or something like that but no all the rude comments came from basically everyone at the school. Everyone disliked me for reasons I didn't even know. It seemed unfair really I thought coming to a new school would be a good change but unfortunately, I was wrong. It was a change for the worst, at least at my old school I had friends and here I don't even have acquaintances. All I could do was just sit there, what was I supposed to do, no one could back me up or be there to defend me, and I wouldn't dare tell a teacher that would just make it incredibly worse. I had no one; I was alone in a world where you need someone but I had no one to need. Everyone was separated into their own groups from the jocks to the cheerleaders, nerds to the musicians, skaters to the people that just went their own way, whatever that way was. But I wasn't in a group I was by myself, a loner basically. I lived in the small town of Dillon Beach, California. Everyone knew everyone, well hypothetically of course. As I took a sip of my Fiji water the bell rang, finally it was our last period. I walked slowly to room 1109A which was my English class, once inside I went to my seat at the back of the classroom. Everyone had a partner except for me, which I was okay with, I never minded being by myself I got used to it by now. Ms.R started taking attendance, she never told us her last name I guess she thought it was weird, "Rosabella", she called out, I raised my hand. Yes, my name is Rosabella, full name Rosabella Alice Dubois. My parents couldn't decide between Isabella and Rose so therefore, Rosabella. At my old school everyone called me by my second name, Alice, it was easier and simple. Ms.R started teaching Prepositional Phrases, which I already knew how to do but listened anyway. I was a fast learner so everything came quick to me. There was a knock on the door right when Ms.R was about to finish her lesson. She was handed a note by a student aid and then a guy walked in, obviously a new student. She was whispering something to him but I couldn't make out the words. He simply nodded no, she then pointed to my desk, which would soon be his and mine. He sat down, turned to me and said, "Hi, my names Jeremy, what's yours?" I simply said, "Hi, Rosabella." Realizing I wasn't a rather social person he turned around to face the front. He took occasional glances at me every once in a while, but I guess he noticed I had, so he stopped. I chuckled softly. The bell rang and we were dismissed. As I quietly walked towards the exit or entrance, whatever you called it, I heard someone call my name, shocked, I turned around. And right there in front of me were hazel green eyes on an olive skinned, gorgeous, boy. He took my breath away, like nothing before ever had. He was astonishing, in many ways that even I didn't know. He smiled lightly and chuckled. "Ummmm, I was wondering if you possibly.....maybe......by any chance......would like to go to Jack In The Box with me?" I was surprised by the offer and in a way entertained, I mean I would've never thought that I would be asked to go hang out at Jack In The Box, I honestly thought it was sweet. But then again I am a weird person. He looked at me with hopeful eyes, waiting desperately for my answer. His face was very soft and in a way looked very comforting. Thinking I had gotten my answer he asked in a unusually low voice,
"Soooooo........is that a yes or a no?"
"Uhhhh, errr yeah sure."
"Really?"
"Yeah I'd love to go,"