“What’s the problem with you two?” Asks Mrs. Underwood.

I glance at Luke who had tears in his eyes. Such a child. “Nothing, Mrs. Underwood. We just met each other before and were surprised that we saw each other.”

She looks to Luke.

Luke speaks up in a raspy voice, “T-that’s right.” Wiping his eyes.

“Alright, but I expect better of both of you. I can understand Luke but you have no reason to act up, Mr. Morgana.”

I sigh, why does everyone always have high expectations of me just because I’m a Morgana? “Mrs. Underwood, just because I’m a… Morgana doesn’t mean I am prim and proper.” I say ‘Morgana’ with a disgusting tone as though it’s the worse thing in the world. That it is.

“What do you mean by Morgana?” Luke asks curiously.

“Do you not know?” Mrs. Underwood seems surprised. Luke shakes his head. In an almost snooty tone, “The Morganas are known for their international corporations such as Morgana Airways, Morgana Technology, etc. They are the wealthiest family in the world. Mr. Morgana here is the sixth of seven brothers.”

Why does everyone think the Morgana family are the best in the world?

“Don’t remind me.” I quip. I hate being reminded of being a Morgana. I take a glance at Luke. He doesn’t really seem impressed.

“Now that we got that out of the way. I am SURE that your antics won’t happen again. Will they?”

We both moan a little out of sync, “Yes, Mrs. Underwood.”

“Good, now get back to class.”

I walk into the lunchroom, slam my lunch down and start eating alone as normal.

Despite the animosity that being alone gets. It’s not too bad. You don’t have to deal with anyone and it feels safer alone because you can always trust yourself.

People leave me alone because they’re afraid that if they say the wrong thing I’ll get their parents killed or fired. The kids who do talk to me only are interested in my money.

Someone takes a seat right across from me. I look up from my sandwich and find that it’s Luke.

“What do you want?” I say neutrally. It’s not like I hate him or anything. I’m just not interested in people.

“Well, I saw you alone. As the ‘new kid,’ no one wants to associate with me yet and I REALLY hate being alone.”

I simply say, “I’m not buying that lie. What do you REALLY want.”

“Human companionship.”

I stare at him and blink twice, okay really four times. I wanted to laugh, but I held it in and took a bite of my sandwich.

A thought struck me, “What did you mean yesterday ‘by the cherry blossoms’?”

“Uuuuum. You know, the cherry blossoms. By the um trees.” He gives me a sheepish smile.

“There isn’t a cherry blossom thing.”

“There isn’t!?” He face-palms himself.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore and allow myself to giggle.

He looks up from his palm and gives me the sweetest smile, “You have a really adorable giggle, did you know that?”

Straight-faced, “I’m not going out with you.”