The Devils Son//Payton Moormeier

Part 35

~Payton's POV~

No no no, that's not good

N: yo man it's lunch. Why are you writing in a note book?

P: huh? Oh it's nothing.

I said that as I ripped the page that I was just writing on, out and started on a new one. I'm trying to figure out what to write to Samantha. It's not that I don't have ideas, it's just that this one is my last one so it's kind of stressful.

... NO! THAT ONE WAS ASS

I ripped out the page and threw it behind me.

Q: you know there's trash cans right?

P: yeah I know but what's the point if we have janitors. There one job is to clean.

Q: ...true. But for real, what the fuck are you doing?

P: uh, an assignment

N: take a break bro, you look stressed.

I am fucking stressed. If I word this note wrong, Samantha could figure out it's me... what if she does find out though? Is she going to be happy?... or mad.

Ugh, she's definitely going to be mad.

I groaned as I let my head fall down on the table.

N: you good?

Q: what happened?

I shrugged

N: yeah man, you're not ok. What's going on?

P: I'm just tired, it's no big deal

I looked over at them and my eyes instantly landed on Quinton. He was really distracted while looking at something. I lifted up my head and looked at him confused.

P: what are you looking at?

Q: ...

N: Quinton?

Noah waved his hand in front of his face and after a few seconds, he finally snapped out of it.

Q: what?

N: who were you starring at?

Quinton looked at us and then down while turning red

Q: n-no one

P: the fuck you mean?

Out of nowhere, Noah started to look all over the place. And then he stopped.

N: were you looking at the girls?

Q: ...

N: I'll take that as a yes. Which one?

Q: bye guys.

With that being said, Quinton quickly got up and walked away without even looking at us.

N: what the hell was that about?

P: right

I looked over at the girls and saw Samantha, Cynthia, and Dixie just talking.

N: oh my god, are you looking at them now too!

P: I'm just trying to figure out who Quinton was looking at.

N: you think it's Samantha

P: no. I didn't say that

N: then why are you looking at her

P: ...what?