He looked at the girl quizzically as she turned to look behind her. She seemed nervous, like someone was following her. Maybe she was avoiding her date or something? He didn't really want to be included in that drama.

The boy started to answer that, yeah, he was alright. More startled than hurt, really, and more concerned about this girl who seemed to be avoiding someone. But before he could answer, she asked him another question.

He had to think for a second before he responded. Would it be better to tell her the truth, that he was alone? He would look like a total loser, but if he lied and said his friends were here, she'd find out soon enough that he was lying.

"Yeah, I am," he said sheepishly, scuffing his shoe against the ground. "My friends are too cool for this lame shit, I guess." He paused for a minute, looking the girl up and down. "What about you?"