I eat half my sandwich at lunch, dropping the other half in the center of our circle, the designated spot for food we don’t want. I eat a pretzel and drop the rest of the bag there as well. It is immediately set upon by the others. We have a thing about pretzels.
“Are you nuts?” Bluma asks me as she munches on one of my pretzels, “Why don’t you want your pretzels?”
I shrug. “I dunno.”
She shakes her head and continues munching happily. Faith and Shakira are bickering over the last pretzel. Rachel intervenes, suggesting she take the last pretzel, since she hasn’t any lunch. Shakira suggests she eat the other half of my sandwich. I roll my eyes and take the last tiny pretzel from them, handing it to Rachel. As I was the original owner of the pretzel, I have a say in who gets it. Rachel grins at me. Faith and Shakira scowl.
“Chillax, guys, it’s just a pretzel,” I look away from them, down the hall. I spot Will with Kristen, and look away swiftly, grimacing.
Faith is protesting my ‘just a pretzel’ statement.