Team Rejects

You and Ray stand against the wall, and you feel that thought in you again. That they all hate you. That everyone you’ve ever met hates you and they’re just lying when they say they don’t. You look at the door where your... friends left and then turn back to Ray, just catching him make a face that you recognize from your own mirror.

“You okay?” You ask him, cause he looks like he's about to cry. You wouldn’t blame him.

He blinks quickly, his face morphing back to neutral. “Yeah. yeah I'm fine. Why you ask?” he says, awkwardly running his hands through his bright blue hair. You’ve always loved his hair. You’ve always wanted to know when he dyed it.

“Nothing, you just made a face is all,”

He doesn’t say anything, but just then, Fyn texts you. “We’ve gone to bed. See ya in the morning!” You almost laugh at the text. You literally just watched them all leave the building. Ray tilts his head at your face and you show him the text. He chuckles a sad little laugh before the two of you go back to silence, simply watching the door your friends went down.

“We really are team rejects, aren't we?” You say after the silence gets too thick.

“Yeah,” he says, “we really are”

You don’t say a word, you just hold up your lemonade bottle as a toast. You forgot he already threw away his coke, and something like a smile crosses your face as he holds up his fist in response. You toast. You than look down your hall and start walking.

“Goodnight Ray”

“Goodnight Zero”

The lemonade makes your throat burn in just the right way as you head back to your room for the night.