When did life choose to be complicated?

[dancnwithmyself]

Who: Artie Abrams and whoever wants to disturb him

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[imthenewguy]

Sam was settled. As settled as he could be when surrounding himself with grunting footballers, and avoiding the glaring fact he was in to a guy. That he was avoiding like the plague because he was scared shitless. But it didn't stop him being curious about Kurt and even, the Glee club.

He saw one of the kids - the one in the wheelchair... Artie, he thought he heard him get called, end up with a slushie facial and ever since seeing it, he felt guilty, even though he'd had no part in it at all. So, rather than sit at the table with the footballers for his lunch - which he examined very closely before allowing onto his tray - he walked over towards the other guy, and gestured to the table opposite him.

"Seat taken, dude?"

[dancnwithmyself]

Artie glanced up at the owner of the voice, frowning slightly. Wasn't this guy a football player, and if so, why did he want to sit with him, of all people?

He even went so far as to look around to see if he meant someone else. On not seeing anyone he replied, "Uh, no. Go ahead."

[imthenewguy]

"Thanks, Man." He sat then, trying to keep his smile steady even when he saw Artie frown. He understood that; this school seemed worse than his last about segregating the footballers from other kids unless they passed some dumbass test on 'cool'. Hence his utter paranoia and determination to actually be this set idea of 'cool'.

"I'm Sam. You're... Artie, right?"

[dancnwithmyself]

Artie watched him as he sat down, surprised that he actually did it. "Yeah, I am. You're the new footballer, aren't you?" Really, didn't this guy know that footballers and geeks weren't supposed to mingle?