"you have occupied my mind, you have occupied my mind."

November 17, 2022

(please don't be mad if this chapter is bad. i apologize in advance. this is also based off what i usually do during lunch, if you would never do this, i am sorry.)

-- Lunch. --

I sat at Tyler's table, looking at him in disgust. "Bro.. you're weird." I muttered, glancing at the pile of celery, covered in ketchup, mayonnaise, mustard and ranch.

"I'm not." He replied smoothly. "Whatever. You probably like Dylan." Tyler rolled his eyes, turning to Dylan, the guy who was sitting next to him. Dylan looked at Tyler in confusion.

"You like Dylan." I replied, confidently but nonchalantly. Dylan looked at us, and laughed. "Y/N, you like Tyler!" He smirked.

"Wh-" I was quickly interrupted by Kazuha, who was sitting next to Dylan. "Y/N can't like Tyler." He said, pausing. I think he realized that I could take that in a different way, because he quickly added onto his statement. "Tyler is mine." He joked. I raised an eyebrow and looked at him. "Are you kidding me? I didn't know you liked short guys." I said sarcastically.

I might have transferred here only a week ago, but I basically know all the drama (thanks to Hu Tao, Yae, Raiden, and Yelan.). Apparently, Kazuha's type is tall people, and Tyler is not tall. He's microscopic.

I sighed. "You guys are fruity."

"Actually, that's true." Dylan replied, taking a piece of celery from the pile and throwing it at the guy behind him. I think his name was Connor, or something. Whatever.

Oh lord. This table is weird. I'm not saying being fruity is a bad thing, but the celery pile...

"Whatever. If Y/N and Tyler start flirting, text me. I'll be at table 17." Kazuha said, standing up. He quickly yet.. somewhat elegantly left the table.

"What was that all about?" Tyler said, turning to me. I shrugged. "He's just trying to claim his property. I don't even like you. You have a goofy haircut."

Dylan turned around and laughed. "You're literally almost bald!"

Tyler glared at Dylan. "At least I look good." He stated. "That is an obvious lie." I said, rolling my eyes. Tyler does not look good at all. He's a short, bald boy who is apparently the property of Kazuha.

"You aren't even hot, Y/N." Tyler said. Dylan laughed, as he watched Kazuha return to his seat. "I know you are not talking. You look goofy as fuck with that ugly haircut. Did I mention those raggedy clothes? You said you have the best style in the grade and yet you're wearing things that a random first grader named Timmy would wear. Your face is atrocious and your parents are probably saving their money to pay for your face lift." I spat, taking deep breaths as I was out of breath.

Everyone at the table who was eavesdropping burst into laughter as Tyler sat there quietly, thinking of a good comeback. "Uh..."

"You're built like Luigi." Tyler said. "You're built like the Kool-Aid man." I said, rolling my eyes. Everyone who was eavesdropping laughed again, while Tyler sat there in awe.

Dylan stopped laughing and turned around, pointing at the both of us. "You guys would be such a good couple!" The entire lunch table laughed (again.) while Kazuha's face was mixed with emotions.

He looked angry, yet confused. Maybe disbelief-gry? I couldn't figure it out.

based off a true story (don't ask (: u don't need to know)

SLAY

if the chapters start to feel shorter, it's bc i'm getting lazier :)