But still, here he was, lunch tray in hand, standing in the middle of the busy cafeteria. He'd gotten off lucky today, in that he'd somehow managed to avoid any attempts to steal his lunch money, and so he actually got to look forward to eating the congealed, probably not actually earth food stuff they served here. Now came the other task: finding a place to sit.
This was a lot harder then one would have thought when you were actively avoiding certain kids who seemed to like nothing more then to harass you, and considering he was sort of short handed in the friend department at the moment, he was left with a limited number of options. Seeing no sign of Dean - the senior was probably in the art room or something - and knowing he'd be getting one heck of a lecture from his sister if she caught him with the smuggled Twinkies, he decided to outright avoid looking for her. Best not tempt fate and all that.
So, with a soft, not quite frustrated sigh, he resigned himself to eating alone again, and sat down at the nearest empty table. But still, he figured as he pulled out the smuggled snacks and a couple comic books, there were probably worse ways to spend lunch the period.