@lxngdon L U C A S "I hate Mondays," Lucas muttered, voicing his thoughts and speaking to no one at all. It was true, though. He did indeed hate Mondays. Tuesdays were alright, Wednesdays could be better, Thursdays were intermediate and Fridays? Oh, sweet Fridays, they were the absolute best. After all, they always meant the last day of school until next week. While Mondays meant the beginning of school for this week. Basically, what anyone would get from this was that Lucas Remington-Brooks hated school. He hated having to go to. Every time he went, it reminded him of how alone he truly was. Watching other students talk, laugh and play with each other. Always socializing. What was most bothersome was the way they behaved toward him. They clearly avoided him, talked about him behind his back, he would say they treated him like dirt,but that would mean they actually interacted with him. Newsflash, they didn't. Not that he cared to have any friends, after seeing how cunning a deceiving these kids were. He actually preferred to be alone. They, themselves talked behind one another behind each other's back. It was amusing, to say the least. And reminded him of why he liked being by himself, that and his own...problems. Currently, the dark blonde was sitting at his own table in the cafeteria. It was lunch, and that meant it was noisy. The room was filled with chatter, yelling, and laughter. He could barely here himself if he didn't speak up. But there was no real point in doing that, he didn't have one person to talk to. So, instead, he pulled out his mp3 player from his jean pocket, scrolled through his list of over three hundred songs, and searched for a nice feel-good song. Something to lift his spirits, to comfort him. It was a difficult search, but not a long one. He found just the song. With a soft smile, he tapped the song and put on his earbuds. Now listening to O-O-H Child by The Five Stairsteps, Lucas unwrapped his lunch, which ,by the way, was a subway sandwich. Who needed friends at lunch? All he needed was his food and his good ol' mp3 player. And he was all set. Simple as that. Staring ahead and watching the room as he bit into his sandwich, he found himself watching the popular kids. It's sounded stereotypically, but there was really no other way to put it. Not that he liked them or anything, but, he found himself watching them as often as anyone else and knew all of their names. Though, that shouldn't be a big deal. He practically knew almost everyone's name in their high school located in their town; Chairmane, Vermont. And they knew him, not because they like him or anything. But because of rumors, that, were true, not that they knew.