Psychic or Psycho?

Jace's POV

I stay in the stall until I her the lunch bell ring. I unlock my stall door, looking at myself once in the mirror. The puffy, red eyes aren't there due to me stop crying a long time ago... But my face is still a deathly pale.

I walk into the cafeteria and sit down at an empty table, hoping to be alone. But alas, the boys once again come over to me.

"Hey," they all say in unison. Louis keeps his distance.

"Hi," I say quietly and look down at my lap. I have nothing to eat. "Hey, Jace." I look up.

"Do you need something to eat," Harry says. I nod. He hands me half of his sandwich, and I glance at Louis, who looks... Like he's thinking hardly. Yeah, that's what he looks like.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't wanna-"

"Just eat the sandwich, Jace," he says, digging in. I shrug and take a bite out of the sandwich.

"Mmm... Pb+ fluff. My favorite. I hate jelly," I say. The boys laugh, even Louis, who lets out a small chuckle.

"Well, I'm done. I think I'm just going to head home..." I say, getting up. The boys look at me weirdly.

"Dude, we have like four periods left... And you've only been to one of the ones we've already had." Zayn says.

"Exactly, bye guys, see you later."

Notes

Filler. Sue me.