Chelsea jumped up and down impatiently, pressing her fingers to her temple as she waited for her brain freeze to go away. Terrence stared at her, obviously embarrassed by Chelsea's reaction. I laughed a little then turned back to my slushy. I made sure I didn't drink it too fast so I wouldn't have a brain freeze as well.
"How are you three drinking slushies? It is forty-four degrees outside!" Amber asked as she sat down at our circular table with her coffee. She carefully poured a little bit of milk into her coffee, stirred it, and then took a slow sip, being careful not to leave a coffee stain on her upper lip.
"Because we l-o-v-e slushies, and it's not like we are eating outside anyways." Terrence replied, brushing back a piece of her blond and brown highlighted hair.
"It's not like we're eating period." I explained, with a little bit of annoyance in my tone. Terrence had suggested this outrageous diet plan. We were only able to eat South Beach Diet bars for lunch. Dinner wasn't much better. Luckily, I had my mom to cook dinner every night. With my mom cooking dinner, I didn't have to follow Terrence's dinner diet plan as well. My mom wouldn't cook according to the diet because of my twin little brother and sister. She wanted to make sure they got their fill of food. I was glad. Terrence was crazy when it came to eating, or gaining weight.
"Carsyn, quit complaining. We're eating these diet bars at least." Terrence said.
Just then Bree showed up with her latte, taking the second to last seat at our table. No one ever sat at our table, probably because they were too intimidated by Terrence, or didn't want to be insulted by Amber. Therefore, the sixth seat was never filled. Terrence was never rude to anyone unless they were rude first. I was the same way. Chelsea, however, was never rude, probably because she could never tell if she had just been insulted or complimented. Amber, on the other hand, was the first to be rude. She walked through the halls commenting on everyone. Bree was an Amber replica. Wherever and whatever Amber did, Bree was sure to do as well.
"Hey, what's wrong Chels?" Bree asked before she took the first sip of her latte.
Chelsea, who was jumping up and down once again with her eyes squeezed shut, just shook her head and continued her performance.
"Brain freeze for the fourth time during lunch." I answered for her.
"Oh, well that is why you should get something that isn't freezing!" Bree said with a snotty tone.
I laughed at her obvious attempt at insulting Chelsea. In result, Bree's cheeks turned a light pink. She looked down and went back to her latte. After a few more seconds of jumping, Chelsea returned to her seat and finished off her slushy, slowly this time. I did the same, and apparently Terrence did also, because she was grabbing her purse and empty cup and heading for the trash can. Chelsea shoved my empty cup and followed after Terrence.
"Thanks Chels!" I shouted while she walked away. Once they returned, we were on our way to our lockers, knowing that Amber and Bree wouldn't be far behind.
"Ugh, I have science next." Chelsea whined.
"Same here, Chels." I said as I grabbed my binder and headed to science with Chelsea on my heels. I turned into the science room and stared at the person sitting in my desk. Who was he?