"So." Leslie said, swinging her bleached-blonde hair out of her face in a 'look at how beautiful it is today' manner. "Where are we like, going on our school trip, this year?"
Her tone was enthusiastic as she looked at her music-class and then at me, even though I was standing remotely to the side, leaning against the wall.
I looked at the class-president, glanced at her incredibly high heels, wondered how she coped and started: "well, I thought…" Like I had predicted, she did not really want my opinion. Naturally, I was right.
"The Museum of Music history is like, a wonderful place to go, who's for?" Leslie said, twirling her hair around her finger, blinking at me vigorously. I watched her. She was really pretty, I had to admit and I was slightly taken back by the intensity of her really large, really blue eyes.
She looked away, back to the class. Silently demanding an answer.
"I am!" a brunette sitting at the desk next to Leslie said, raising her hand and smiling at her leader, cough, friend. I think her name was Britt.
I rubbed the back of my head as I thought about the Museum of Music history, a rather obvious choice and shyly watched the girls who were looking at me in adoration. "I suppose we could…"
"That would be like, so awesome! I'm for!" another one of Leslie's sheep, this time a black haired one, chewing her gum with obvious passion, added.
"Yeah, like, me too!" the brunette said again.
"Yeah, like, me not!" a bored voice suddenly said. "Please, the Museum of Music history? Even you can do better then that."
The girl the voice belonged to had her feet resting on her table, demonstratically showing off her different coloured converse as she stared at us with a bemused expression.
The rest of the class looked at her surprised; no body ever went against Leslie. I wasn't sure why, but I think she scared them a little, she shone, she was popular and she was clearly enjoying it.
Everybody except me and the strange girl was a little intimidated by her confidence, but for some reason, she really wanted me to like her.
Still, I couldn't just ignore what the black-dressed girl said. "How so?" I asked her, a little defensive of the place he first came to know exactly how great the world of music was.
"Everyone has been to the Museum of Music history." The girl said, shaking her head a little, tufts of dirty-blond hair sticking out of her lazy bun. "With their parents, friends, sports-team, grand-parents, parents again because they're older now and can appreciate the music in a different way, far cousins, old friends and of course for school." She explained. "I have been living here for three weeks and I've already been there, twice!"
"The Museum of Music history happens to be the most highly recommended museum in the state." I defended. "It's a beautiful museum."
"Witch explains exactly why everybody has already been there." The girl said. "Tell me, where did you to go last year?"
I looked at her. "The… Museum of Musical history." I answered hesitantly, a little embarrassed.
"I'm not saying that museum isn't way cool, because it is. Just maybe we should try something else; I know this really cool exposition about musical artefacts, from Egyptian to old English, only a fifteen minute drive or so." She reasoned, very reasonably.
The girl opened her mouth to say something again, but Leslie couldn't take it anymore.
"You can't talk to him like, like that! He's like, Nick of JONAS!" She snapped at the girl, who raised her hands in mock and highly amused defence. "You have like, absolutely no right to speak. You have been here for like two weeks, so like, shut up new-girl, the actual Mantises are talking."
"Fine." She said, lifting her feet off the table and grabbing her jet-black backpack. "Then I'll like, just go. Like, goodbye." She smiled and I had to hold back a chuckle at her emphasis of 'like'.
I wanted to say something in the manner of 'you don't have to go, Leslie is being ridiculous'. Because I sort of admired her nerve.
But Leslie, once again, interrupted me and honestly, I really started to get annoyed.
"You can't leave, it's class and I happen to be in char.."
At that exact moment the bell rang and the girl turned around, blinked her green eyes in a way very alike to the way Leslie had been flirting with me, smiled wickedly sweet and walked away. Leaving Leslie astonished and very angry.
I sniggered, getting a hurt look from said girl, but I couldn't care less, I did not particularly like the girl that had won her position with popularity. The other girl with the messy school-uniform on the other hand…
I hurried after her, but I didn't saw the dirty-blonde hair or the quickly memorised frame anywhere.
"Wow! Dude, chill, where are you going?" I got stopped by the annoyingly muscular arms of my two older brothers.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I asked. Looking around them.
"Going way too fast again with a girl we just saw leaving muttering something about stuck-up rock-stars?"
"I'm just… what?" I asked, confused.
My brothers looked at each other.
"Small, tough looking girl with astonishing long legs?" Joe described.
"Slightly tomboyish, different coloured shoes?" Kevin continued. "Ring any bells?"
I sighed. "Yes it does and yes, I am looking for her but I'm NOT." I empathised that. "Crushing on her. I just needed to say something so she wouldn't think I'm a stuck-up rock-star and you kind of ruined that."
"Who ruined what?" The happy voice of Stella Malone, nicely on time, interfered.
"These two baboons stopped me from changing a girls mind about me being stuck-up." I answered. Glaring at the baboons in question.
"Who in the world would think you, of all people, would be stuck up?" the bubbly voice of Macy Misa said, once again popping out of no-where, smiling brightly.
"Small, tough looking girl with astonishing long legs?" Joe described, again, earning himself a punch from Stella.
"Slightly tomboyish, different coloured shoes?" Kevin continued. "Ring any bells?"
Stella and May gave each other a look and then simultaneously said: "ooh."
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. "You know her."
"Well, duh, girls-gossip chain, remember?"
"Right."
Macy bit her bottom lip, trying not to laugh. Stella giving her a glance at witch she turned away.
"She's new, moved here about three weeks ago." The blonde said, tiding her neat skirt and jacket. "I don't know much unfortunately…"
"only that she's really hard." Macy said.
We all looked at her weird. "It can't be that bad?" Kevin asked her.
"I mean literally, I bumped in to her during PE and the girl has muscle. They say she's in a street gang and…" she looked around and whispered: "That she doesn't like JONAS!"
She said it like it's a crime and it probably was to her, and to Joe as he vigorously nodded, earning another smack on the back of his head from Stella. She glared at him, but then turned back to me.
"She's a little… odd." She said. "And I'd love to give her some fashion-tips but I'm actually a little scared to come near her…"
"Why, she didn't seem mean to me?" I asked, confused why Stella, of all persons, would be scared of the younger girl.
"She isn't! Jay's just a little... scary and you know, weird." Stella explained, looking at her manicured nails.
"So just because she's different you don't like her?" Joe asked, earning himself yet another smack.
"No! Of course not." She spat. "Okay maybe just a little, but if you want I could go find her?"
Now she smiled the smile I knew very well as her 'look I'm so sweet and angelic, please forgive me' smile and I nodded. "I'd like that."
"Then it's done, tomorrow at lunch, make sure to leave a seat empty." She said, winking at me.
"Why? Don't you want us sitting next to you?" Kevin asked, obvious to the wink and we all sighed, not bothering answering, though Macy shot Kevin an apologetic smile as we all just walked away from him.
"Aww, come on guys! What…?"
{The next day}
Jay PoV
Where the heck did I leave my history assignment? It had to be here somewhere! My teacher would be pissed if I didn't have it with me and I really can't have detention! Matt's going to kill me!
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me and I quickly turned around. Behind me stood a blonde and exceptionally stylish girl just about to open her mouth and say hello to me, accompanied by a brightly smiling more dark haired girl with a JONAS button on her shirt.
Gosh, did everybody her love those dudes?
"Hi!" The blonde girl said. "I'm Stella, this is Macy and you must be Jay!"
I raised an eyebrow and pointed at the name-tag every new student had to wear for his or her first three weeks and answered: "obviously." As I looked the girl up and down, from her boots to her pearl necklace and came to the conclusion that she was a little over dressed for school but was a nice person in general, seeing the way she held her hands a little upwards and her feet towards me, not standing on one hip because she was uncomfortable.
"Well." The girl, Stella, went on. "We were wondering if you'd like to sit with us and our friends for lunch."
She pointed to her and the smaller girl, who was remotely more relaxed then her friend as she waved, slightly raising her shoulders in a friendly way and even tilting her head to the side. Even though she did not realise she was doing that.
"Why would I, why would you, want that?" I asked, swinging by bag over my shoulder. Eying them with lost interest.
"Well… We um... thought you might like that and we would love to have you sit with us. Come to know you a little better!"
I eyed her suspicious, as she was clearly lying to me. "You're lying, so no, I'd rather sit alone."
I started to walk away, re-focussing on my history assignment as the annoying blonde groaned.
"Okay fine, we want you to sit with us because I promised I would get you to sit with us." She breathed.
I turned around.
"Fine!" I told her. "Who are these friends of yours anyway?"
"Well…" She pointed towards the hall where three guys were sitting on a table, one of them waving at her.
You've got to be freaking kidding me?
this started kind of cute and then turned into crap.. sigh.. and it was way cuter in my head, but anyway
like it? Don't? cookies to the ones who speak their mind…
