- I brought my lunch tray and myself over to Caitlin’s table, and sat across from her and Ryan. Sabrina: "Hey Caitlin." I greeted, she smiled friendly. Caitlin: "Hey Rina. How was your first two classes?" she casually asked. Sabrina: "Fine. You?" Caitlin: "Likewise." "Hey Sabrina." Gordon departed from his group of friends, facing me for another awkward conversation. Sabrina: "Uh, hey Gordon." I flashed a friendly smile. Justin: "SABRINAAAA!" I turned around, catching a glimpse of Justin holding his bag that was deperately soaking through the fabric. Ryan: "I think he's calling for help.." Ryan commented. Caitlin: "Yeah, I think he is." I rolled my eyes, "Talk to you later." I told Gordon quickly, then got up from the table and met Justin and his dripping wet bag. Sabrina: "What's up?" Justin: "I need help... As you can see, my bag is basically ruined..." I sighed, then stuck my hand out. Sabrina: "Pass me the bag." He handed it to me slowly. I exited out of the doors of the lunch room, quickly heading to the girls' wash room. Justin: "Hey wait up!" He started catching up to me. Sabrina: "Justin, what is .. the liquid dripping out of your bag.. ?" I questioned. Justin: "Nothing. Just.. olive oil." Sabrina: "Ew!" I stepped backwards, "Why the hell did you bring olive oil to school?!" Justin: "Because a grown boy needs his salad dressings." He simply replied. Sabrina: "Then I hate grown boys." Justin: "Then you must hate Gordon." He mumbled. I stared at Justin, what was his <b>...</b>