I took the fork and motioned it towards him "I will pay you back tomorrow."

He scowled and grunted "No."

"Yes." I argued, trying to match his demanding gruff voice but failing.

"No."

The gesture had started to change my opinion on him. I thought to myself that maybe he wasn't so bad.

"The food will shut you up for a couple of minutes." The gravelly voice of the man next to me uttered lowly.

I had understood him right on first impression because he was that bad.

"You do know that I am purposefully going to talk nonstop from now on." I shot him a wicked grin "Just to annoy you."

His reply was not what I expected. He did not frown or grumble but instead, his lip twitched upwards again. It twitched higher than I had seen it go before.

I picked up some of the noodles on my fork before sucking one up into my mouth.

My eyes widened because I was not expecting such a good taste for a cafeteria meal. The noodles were soft, and the sauce melted on my tongue.

It was so amazing that I had let out a small moan.

The leg against mine stiffened and the wide shoulders belonging to him stilled.

Stone stopped moving completely.

"Do not do that." He grunted out like it was too painful to talk.

I raised an eyebrow at him before I took another bite of the chicken and noodles. I closed my eyes and moaned again except I made it louder and longer.

His eyes darkened and a string of curses left his mouth as he looked away from me for what felt like the first time since the beginning of lunch.

The other two were too busy with their conversation to notice our side of the table.

Lana asked the person next to her "Which Shakespeare character are you doing for your essay?"

Brennan finished eating his mouthful before answering her "I don't really know. Have you got any ideas?"

She gave him a helpless shrug "I don't know my Macbeth's from my Hamlet's."

"Romeo and Juliet are the perfect characters for you. Minus the family drama and more of the cheeky one liners from Romeo and it is pretty much you two." I intervened by interrupting them "Also, hopefully the dying part can get left out."

"Who are you writing about?" Lana turned so she should direct her question to me.

"I have a few ideas on interesting characters." I claimed, "I just don't know which ones are like me."

A rough husky voice spoke from next to me "Puck."

I sat still for a few seconds in shock. I was in shock that Stone had spoken and that he had Shakespeare knowledge.

Titling my head towards him, I challenged "Why do you think I'm like Puck?"

"Mischievous and meddling." He answered with a grumble after a few moments of silence "You are also tiny."

"Meddling? I am not meddling!" I blurted out.