Can't End Soon Enough

"I hate high school..." Elle muttered, sitting at the table Randy was at.

"Really? I love it." Randy said, going through the list of numbers he had gotten throughout the day and putting them into his phone.

Elle rolled her eyes.

"It'll get better Elle, it just takes some...." Randy said, his eyes trailing off when he saw a red head pass by him. "...I'll be back." He said, getting up and going over to where the girl went.

Elle groaned and lightly started to bang her head on the table.

"Three o'clock...please hurry and come." Elle muttered.

John grabbed a burger, fries, then got a soda from the vending machine. He looked around then spotted the table he usually sat at with Randy but Elle was sitting there. John scratched the back of his head then walked over to the table.

"Um...you don't mind I sit here right?" John asked.

Elle looked at John and shook her head.

"No, I don't mind at all." She said.

John sat down then looked around.

"Where's Orton?" John asked.

Elle pointed the the red head, Randy's arms were wrapped around and whose ear he was whispering into while the girl giggled.

"He's quite...occupied at the moment." Elle said.

"Ah." John muttered with a nod.

He looked back at Elle then gulped.

"So how's your first day been?" John asked.

"Miserable..." Elle muttered.

"Why?" John asked.

"Let's see...I've gotten lost more times than I can count, I ran into the two biggest bitches that I've ever met, and I got a detention after school for something I didn't even do." Elle said.

"Sorry, that sucks." John said.

"It's fine. Sorry to rant all my problems to you, I'm sure you have something better to be doing than hearing me complain." Elle said.

John shook his head as he took a bite of his burger then swallowed.

"Nah it's fine." John said.

Elle smiled and took one of John's fries and ate it.

"How has your day been? Got as many number as Orton has yet?" Elle asked.

"I regected most of them." John said.

"Why?" Elle asked.

"Not my type." John said.

"You're like one of the most popular guys in school and girls throw themselves at you. And you're turning that down because they aren't your type?" Elle said. "You do realize how many guys would kill to be you, right?"

"Yeah." John said with a shrug.

"What exactly is your type?" Elle asked.

"Smart, beautiful, funny." John said.

"That's not asking for a lot. I'm sure you'll find your perfect girl." Elle said.

"Thanks." John said with a smile.

"Anytime John." Elle said. "I'm actually glad you're not like Randy and the rest of the guys, you're really sweet."

"Thanks." John said as his smile widened.

"Any girl that ends up with you is really lucky." Elle said, taking another fry and eating.