(Picture on top is what Eric kinda looks like)
Eric's POV:
I sit in the hallways at lunch. I don't really like the outdoors much. I prefer to be inside with a good book. I continue to read my book when a little voice interrupts my thoughts.
"Excuse me" the voice squeaks.
I look up her huge boobs hanging in my face.
"Stand up" I say calmly.
"Excuse me" she says in a nasty tone.
"I am not impressed by girls who flash their junk to random boys." I say flatly.
"Yuck whatever." She scoffs and walks away.
She walks over to a little girl. Her black straight hair up in two small pigtails on the top of her head. Her skirt gently touched the beginning of her calf. She wears and short sleeved shirt that flattering but not flashy. Pieces of her black hair frame her face. Her purple glasses tilted down so I can see her bright reddish brown eyes.
"Yuck look at you." The girl who just spoke to me said to her.
"You are so nerdy. It's ugly. OMG and you wear white. Ugh is burns."
I see a tear silently fall on her cheek. That's enough.
"Leave her alone." I say standing up.
The girl looks at me. While the nasty girl scoffs.
"Stay out of this." She commands.
"Why is she ugly? Because she doesn't dress up as a wanna be banged whore like you or do you prefer the term slut?" I say in my calm anger.
The nasty girl walks away with a huff and I go over to the other girl.
"Hello" I say putting my hand out. "The names Eric son of Ezma."
"Kayla" she says shyly "daughter of Kuzco."
I smile.
"Your not like your dad." I smile.
"Your not like you mom" she responses back.
"Mind if I stay here?" I ask
"Not at all" she smiles
"So who was that?" I asks pulling up my book.
"Cindy daughter of Cinderella. She's thinks she's all that and a bag of chips because of who she is. Ugh" she groans.
"I honestly don't find that attractive. I find that to be ugly. While you. I gift you to be beautiful." I smile.
She blushes a little. She then writes something down on a piece of paper and hands it to me.
"Here's my number call me." She smiles.
"Of course" I say
Then the lunch bells rings. I help Kayla up and wave goodbye. She returned my wave and ran in the opposite direction. Her knee high socks so white and frilly. Her black buckle shoes so shiny. She smelled of pineapples. She is perfect I think I love her. Kayla.