Daniel's POV:

I walked up behind Bridget, who was currently deep in thought at Lunch Table Five, our usual eating spot. I cleared my throat, announcing my presence. She looked up at me and sighed lightly, a dreamy look on her face, like I was some sort of God. I was used to it, though. There really is something wrong with that girl...

She quickly gained composure and patted the seat next to her, inviting me to sit. As I sat down, she put the book she had been reading away, but I didn't bother asking the title.

"Heya" I smiled.

"Hi Dan" she blushed.

"So, what goes on with you, Bridgey" I sang, resting my chin on my handswith my most girly expression plastered onto my face.

She giggled, "Nothing much". Then 'he' came over. The recently-self-proclaimed-faggot, A.K.A, Nate or as Bridget calls him. 'Natie'.

"Sup, Faggy?" I smirked.