7 Heptagons

After the bell chimed, the lunchtime had begun and the noise inside our room once again made its appearance. I took out my lunchbox from my backpack and started to eat my lunch. Inside my lunchbox, there was nothing but series of sandwiches, but of course in different flavors.

"When will my big sister start learning how to cook?" I wondered as I looked at the sandwiches she made, or you could say complained.

"Oh, Wua!" She even left the crust intact. 

I sighed, showing my disappointment to my big sister. Even I could make these sandwiches if she just let me use the knife. She always says an adult should let the cooking to other people but in reality, she was just too scared that I might cut myself.

What a hopeless Big Sister I have…

As I contemplating my sister's cooking, the spiky boy also made his appearance, and now standing beside me. I looked up to him, meeting his eyes but he hastily averted…again.

"O—oum," he groaned. There was a sudden crack in his voice that would make you thought that he swallowed something.

"What is it?" I asked nonchalantly.

I wanted to add "again" at the end since I felt like I always asked that to him whenever he approached me. However, that would only sound comical, and being funny wasn't meant for adults.

"May I…" he hesitated. He lowered his gaze and twiddled his fingers that holding his lunchbox. He stood there with his eyes couldn't settle in one place, eventually looking elsewhere.

"Hmm…?" 

After a moment of waiting, his grip on his lunchbox tighten, fixed his gaze to me, and finally spoke. 

"May I eat along with you, Sakura?!" he asked nervously.

"..."

I glanced around and wondered what did he meant. The other kids had started eating their lunches while the others were playing. Why was Spiky Boy hadn't eating his lunch yet? The lunchtime had already started yet instead of eating his lunch straight ahead, he chose to ask me to eat together with him. I narrowed my eyes and gave it a deep thought. Not intentionally but I felt like I was in detective movies I'd watched before. Gradually, I found the answer and turned to him.

"Oh, okay. I don't mind," I answered, biting a chunk on my tuna sandwich.

Really!? Are you sure?" he asked as though he couldn't believe what he just heard.

Once again, I glance at my classmates. Some of them were eating while some of them were playing. Those kids whose eating were technical eating along with me. Then case solved! It seems like Spiky Boy felt lonely since he was the only one who neither eating nor playing. Then welcome to the eating club, Spiky Boy!

Suddenly, I felt like I got strangely enthusiastic by playing detectives. Wait, playing? What was I saying? Adults never play.

Scratching this weird thought, I finished the last part of my tuna sandwich. Then I noticed the boy had already seated on the vacant seat next to me. He doesn't have to sit next to me but… Oh, well. Paying no mind to him, I continued eating until lunch had ended.

As our homeroom teacher entered the classroom, the boy had already gone back to his seat. First of all, even he insisted he didn't have a right to steal someone's seat.

To be brief of what happened that afternoon, nothing really happened in particular. As the school trip comes near, the whole class had started to prepare. We group ourselves into six students just like what our teacher said. Evidently, with the help of my big sister, my father gave me his permission to attend the trip.

Coincidentally, I was in the same group as the Spiky Boy.

"Le—let's make the best…out of it, Sakura," he stammered, looking down at his feet.

I wondered if his tongue was in good condition. Lately, he'd been stammering whenever he talk to me.

"Oum..."

With the school trip comes near, I couldn't help myself but to felt a little nervous but more than that there was something inside me that made me want to look forward to the school trip.

Thinking about it, it was my first time attending such events as this. I don't want the older me to forget the feelings I felt the days before the school trip. The anxiousness, nervousness, and this feeling that continued stirring my chest this past few days.

"Yep, I'm excited."

Just like a blink of an eye, the day of the school trip had come.