Disclaimer: I don't own shit Dear Libby,
I'm looking at an old photo album and I came across a picture of us and the old group. You were my best friend, Libby, but they took you away from me. It really sucks that your dad was relocated. After you left, I started hanging around with a totally different group of people. We never really considered ourselves popular, but let me just say, a lot of people liked us. Or hated us. Whichever you prefer. By the time high school started we were known as the plastics. Me, Natalie, and Becky. We're the most hated and well, most known click at the school. They consider me the leader, you know. I'm not the leading type. I know we've lost touch over the years, but I really would like to talk to you sometimes. -Cindy Cindy. You never returned my calls. You NEVER even picked up the phone? Were you ashamed of me? -Libby
Becky and myself entered the cafeteria. It was just before noon, and Natalie was chatting up a senior at another table, so this was our cue to leave her alone. Becky was more of a follower in the group. She was quite shy and quiet. I didn't consider myself the leader type, and I've always thought that Natalie would better fill the position.
Becky ushered me into the lunch line, where we stood a few steps behind a lanky kid that wouldn't stop fidgeting. Becky mused by making exaggerated puking gestures. I giggled.
"Hey, Sheen," someone called from behind us, and the lanky kid turned around. I immediately felt guilty for laughing, after I realized that he was my childhood friend, and Libby's former love interest.
After searching for the source of the sound, Sheen appeared to have given up and lowered his gaze to Becky, and then myself.
"What are you looking at?" Affirmed Becky quite rudely. I gave him an apologetic smile, and he seemed to jump a foot off the ground realizing who I was.
"Cindy? Cindy Vortex?" He asked, "I didn't know you were one of the plastics."
Becky gave me an ugly look. "Yeah, after Libby…" I trailed off as someone bumped into me, apparently heading to Sheen. I turned to gage Becky's reaction, but she turned on her heals and left to report it to Natalie.
I looked back to Sheen, and noticed who the person who hit me was. "Watch it, nerd-tron," I said, following the comment with a genuine smile.
He stood gaping at me, forced a rude smile, and turned around. Sheen just shrugged.
I'm not eating lunch today.