This had to be torture. If she ever got detention, just have her sit in a room with someone she'd hurt and watch her wiggle. That would teach her.

Noelle shifted in her seat to distract herself and to possibly keep the tears back. She shouldn't be crying right? This was her fault. Now he was telling her not to cry which in turn made her want to do like she'd done so many times and just cry into his shoulder.

But she didn't.

Noelle sat her ground and stayed upright. He wasn't responding to her sorrys which stabbed at her heart. He hadn't forgiven her and she was uncertain he ever would. "i'm not crying." Lie. She looked at the table but could hear him moving things around on the table. He was nervous. And hurt. And a bunch of other things that Noelle could feel just by sitting by him. She knew this because they were Besties. Knew each other. And now...

Noelle took a glance at him moving things and saw the bag in his lap move. She brushed a fallen tear from her pink cheeks and curiousity got the better of her. "Whats in the bag?" She asked before she could stop herself. Oh, what if he ignored that question too??

Then another prescence made itself known. A girl. Younger probably. Noelle brushed another year away. Tears weren't something she liked to do in public. Especially around new people. "H-hi." She said giving the girl a bright smile. It was fake but hopefully it would do its job and make her feel welcome.