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At the beginning, it seems that only Rachel who thought she already find 'the one'. As Rupert said, they would be great friends, so they became one in the following days. They always be at the same team in Biology class, they often sat together in the cafetaria, and they parked their cars near each others merely everyday.
Rupert is a kind of guy who holds his words until the last breath. He was very loyal, which explained why breaking up was a really big deal.
Unfortunately, it also meant, once he said 'friends', it stayed 'friends' forever.
And Rachel did not even know that. Her thought was still revolving around 'the one' phenomenon she believed exists in a guy called Rupert. She did not realize it, until the day came. The day where Rupert started to think, he already found 'the one'.
Which of course, was not 'the great friend'. She was not Rachel. She was someone else, a transfered student from Seattle. A blonde slender girl with bright blue eyes, a high nose and cheekbones forming symetrical face.
The girl known as Stacey Gyllenhaall, the queen of beautiful high school chicks.
Rupert saw Stacey for the first time at the parking lot. Yet he haven't decide whether he really wanted to know her or not. The ghost of Caroline's betrayal (Caroline is Rupert's ex) somehow was still wandering around his mind.
However, the situation was completely different in cafetaria.
Lunch time, everybody sticks with their friends. As usual, Rupert and Rachel sat at the same table. Their conversation was pretty much normal, until Stacey suddenly came with a tray loaded only with salad, apple, and orange juice.
"Hey guys, can I sit here?" asked Stacey.
Rupert was surprised that the 'falling from heaven' girl at the parking lot suddenly sat next to him at the cafetaria. "Oh, sure."
"It's really crowded here," said Stacey.
"Well, there are more people in New Jersey than in the Seattle," Rachel commented.
"So, you know I moved from Seattle?"
"Ah, not a thing. Everybody know you."
"Haha... I guess I'm quite popular here. I'm Stacey," she offered a hand for handshake to Rupert, then to Rachel.
"Rupert."
"Rachel."
And they ate their lunch in a weird-quiet atmosphere. Rupert kept stealing a glace toward Stacey, their eyes struck on each other several times, and Rachel was trying so hard not to throw some sarcasm for Stacey.
"Are you a vegan?" Rupert finally broke the silence. Only between him and Stacey.
"Yes, I've been a vegan for three years."
"Wow, three years! It's a really long time. What makes you want to be a vegan?"
"Maybe because I want to be healthier, live longer, yeah, things like that."
"Well, my grandgrandmom is a vegan. She's 130 years old now."
"Wow! That is awesome. I really want to see her."
"You want to see her?"
"Yes, if I can. It would be great to share stories. You know, vegan to vegan."
"Maybe I can bring you to her, sometimes."
"Oh, really? Great, I'm looking forward for that."
Rachel could not escape from her feeling of being excluded in the conversation. It was so bad that she choked to death. Literally choked.
"Ugh akh!" trapped in a panic, she wasn't even able to grab her water. She ended up spilling the whole thing.
"Here," Rupert quickly handed his apple juice, and Rachel drank it like the water of heaven. "Are you okay?"
Rachel returned the apple juice, although nothing was barely left iside the bottle. "Thanks."
"You should eat more carefully," Stacey advised, closely to sarcasm. She said it with a disgusted tone.
"Apparently 463 people died because they're choking while eating. It's a serious thing," Rupert said with a little worry.
"Well, I'm a survivor," Rachel grinned, raising her shoulders, but nobody laughed at her bad joke. Rupert mentioned death, Stacey was disgusted, and that was awkward for Rachel, so she got up and said, "I'm gonna get another juice, and a nap to clean this."
Stacey shook her head. "She's such a mess."
"Hey," Rupert didn't seem to like it.
"I'm just kidding. Why are you so serious? Are you guys like... dating?"
"No, we're not."
Stacey raise her eyebrow. "Then why are you so serious?"
"As I said, 463 people died choking. It's not funny for me."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"Ah, no problem."
However, the situation was completely different in cafetaria.
Lunch time, everybody sticks with their friends. As usual, Rupert and Rachel sat at the same table. Their conversation was pretty much normal, until Stacey suddenly came with a tray loaded only with salad, apple, and orange juice.
"Hey guys, can I sit here?" asked Stacey.
Rupert was surprised that the 'falling from heaven' girl at the parking lot suddenly sat next to him at the cafetaria. "Oh, sure."
"It's really crowded here," said Stacey.
"Well, there are more people in New Jersey than in the Seattle," Rachel commented.
"So, you know I moved from Seattle?"
"Ah, not a thing. Everybody know you."
"Haha... I guess I'm quite popular here. I'm Stacey," she offered a hand for handshake to Rupert, then to Rachel.
"Rupert."
"Rachel."
And they ate their lunch in a weird-quiet atmosphere. Rupert kept stealing a glace toward Stacey, their eyes struck on each other several times, and Rachel was trying so hard not to throw some sarcasm for Stacey.
"Are you a vegan?" Rupert finally broke the silence. Only between him and Stacey.
"Yes, I've been a vegan for three years."
"Wow, three years! It's a really long time. What makes you want to be a vegan?"
"Maybe because I want to be healthier, live longer, yeah, things like that."
"Well, my grandgrandmom is a vegan. She's 130 years old now."
"Wow! That is awesome. I really want to see her."
"You want to see her?"
"Yes, if I can. It would be great to share stories. You know, vegan to vegan."
"Maybe I can bring you to her, sometimes."
"Oh, really? Great, I'm looking forward for that."
Rachel could not escape from her feeling of being excluded in the conversation. It was so bad that she choked to death. Literally choked.
"Ugh akh!" trapped in a panic, she wasn't even able to grab her water. She ended up spilling the whole thing.
"Here," Rupert quickly handed his apple juice, and Rachel drank it like the water of heaven. "Are you okay?"
Rachel returned the apple juice, although nothing was barely left iside the bottle. "Thanks."
"You should eat more carefully," Stacey advised, closely to sarcasm. She said it with a disgusted tone.
"Apparently 463 people died because they're choking while eating. It's a serious thing," Rupert said with a little worry.
"Well, I'm a survivor," Rachel grinned, raising her shoulders, but nobody laughed at her bad joke. Rupert mentioned death, Stacey was disgusted, and that was awkward for Rachel, so she got up and said, "I'm gonna get another juice, and a nap to clean this."
Stacey shook her head. "She's such a mess."
"Hey," Rupert didn't seem to like it.
"I'm just kidding. Why are you so serious? Are you guys like... dating?"
"No, we're not."
Stacey raise her eyebrow. "Then why are you so serious?"
"As I said, 463 people died choking. It's not funny for me."
"Okay, I'm sorry."
"Ah, no problem."
PS: It's true. Apparently 463 people died choking. I browsed.
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