Surviving Lunch

- Why are you wearing a pink hoodie to school?

You cross dressing now?

Faggot.

You want some friends, man, huh?

Nah, I bet you'd rather have some of this, huh.

Ooh, and I bet he would.

Ooh, ooh, ooh, don't touch me.

Ooh.

Pussy boy.

Mateo.

Como estas, homie.

How you doing, huh?

You mind if I have lunch with you today?

A little sick of the teacher's lounge.

Hey.

Wanna cookie?

My wife made these, man.

These are the best cookies you will ever have.

I love 'em some much look.

I'm starting to get a pot belly.

Hey, hey, hey.

Mr. Lopez, I would love to have that cookie.

- Man, you could smell a cookie from a mile away, huh.

You get your history homework done last night?

So how you doing, mijo?

You doing okay?

You wanna have my baby?

Gabriella.

What are you doing in the lunch room?

Just a little socializing.

Yeah, nice jacket, Mr. Lopez.

Do you have to wear it like every single day?

Hey, hey.

Respect the jacket, huh.

Would you lovely ladies like to sit down

and have lunch with us today?

- Are you trying to totally ruin our reputation?

Oh, that hurts.

That's painful.

Come on, Maria.

This is my friend Mateo.

Say hello.

- I told you he was a faggot. - Hey, hey, hey.

Cut it out now for real.

Let's get out of here.

I'm hungry.

Give me $2.

They're having chicken nuggets today.

- And what happened to your lunch money may I ask?

- I told you not to wear that jacket again.

- Yeah, you're always right just like your mother.

You know it.

Bring me back the change.

Your mama's making Paella tonight.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay.

I love you.

Oh.

That's it.

I've had enough of what you're doing to me.

What's up, Mateo?

Little gay boy.

Come on, cry baby.

- Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight.

Hey.

- This place is like a country club or something.

Look at those palm trees.

Papa always said he hated Florida.

Papa would want you to be safe.

We can't live in New York anymore, Gabriella.

I'll see you after school.

- Honey, you're gonna be hot in that jacket.

Why don't you leave it with me?

Gabriella.

Make sure you eat lunch today.

I will if you will.

You posted that picture of me?

I was doing you a favor.

Look, you got like 2000 likes.

You are so hot.

What?

Damn.

Where did you come from?

Hey.

What are you hiding under that ugly jacket?

Nothing you'll ever see.

- I'm just acknowledging you for looking good, bitch.

You should be thankful.

For real.

Who was that girl?

Excuse me.

- Conner, did you do last night's algebra homework?

Can I like maybe borrow it?

'Cause a bunch of stuff happened.

Of course.

Hey babe.

What's up?

Here.

- I'll give it to you before lunch is over.

Hey kid, give it up, okay.

She's not interested in pussies like you.

You know how many guys are in line to get some of that?

Hey, don't talk to her like that.

Thank you, Conner.

- Hey kid, why don't you get the hell out of here, okay.

Somebody needs attention.

You guys see what she was wearing.

Looks like Goodwill had a sale.

Come on, Lacey.

We're going.

Hey Lacey.

You look really good today.

- See, I told you you'd thank me for posting that picture.

I'm getting some.

God, oh my God.

Look at me.

Are you okay?

My best friend just posted pictures

of me on Start Some Drama.

Start Some Drama?

Please, just leave me alone

because the last thing I need is to be seen talking to you.

You don't even know me.

Apples.

Can you get me oranges?

Pop tarts.

Pop tarts.

Chocolate.

And then oh my God.

Please write it down.

I can write it down.

All right, I'll write it down.

You must be Gabriella.

Come on in.

Don't be shy.

We have a new student whose joined our class today.

Miss Gabriella Lopez.

You can sit by me.

We're glad you're here.

Thanks.

- Hey, I have a set of earbuds for the first person

that can I remember what we talked about yesterday in class.

Carson.

The rise of fascism.

Carson is correct.

Adolf Hitler and the rise of fascism in Germany.

Tell me something.

What would you do if something

like that were to happen here?

That's it.

I've had enough of what you're doing to me.

Hi.

You're sitting at our table.

- I didn't know the lunchroom had assigned seats.

Well they do assigned by me

and we don't want any strange girl sitting at our table.

Sorry.

You know, I could fight about it,

but you beach barbies just aren't worth it.

Stupid slut.

What'd you call me?

Nothing.

Bye.

Seriously, what the hell?

Who does she think she is?

Like I own this school.

Who is she anyways?

Yeah Lacey, did you ever find out?

Somebody posted she's from New York.

I don't want some strange weirdo chick

from New York sitting at our table.

- She's not pretty enough to sit at our table.

Let's start some drama.

Dyke alert.

New York lesbo.

Do we have to add dyke alert?

Hashtag dyke.

Yes, done and done.

Don't tag me 'cause my mom follows me.

- So does mine on my real account not my finsta, duh.

Oh, did I forget to add you?

Man, there's that kid again.

If there's one thing that gets to my nerves,

it's creepy little mama's boys

shaking their butts in my face.

Looks like he's in third grade.

Hey faggot.

Hey.

I'm talking to you, homo.

Better not ignore him, kid.

Or he'll kick your butt all the way back to kindergarten.