Sup, people? xD
It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I'm not back for good, I have to say, but I'm back for a while. Unforunately, I'm over Twilight. Yes, the fabulous stories based on Bella and Edward are no more. I still love the books, don't get me wrong, but I've grown up a lot from the last time I published.
This story is a little different. For one, it's based on real people. I wrote this story for a girl whom I love very dearly, and it includes myself, her, and a few of our friends. She read my stories from before and absolutely loved them, so she nagged and whined at me until I wrote her a story. c: And now I'm sharing it with you amazing people. Hope you enjoy.
Rated M for language.
Oh, and unlike the others, I own this story. Win. 8D (Rachael: MY STORY. FUCK OFF. D:)
Chapter One: Food
Fuck. My. Life.
Those three words were the first that came to my head as I sat down next to Hannah in the canteen, practically throwing my lunch onto the table. I sighed heavily and slumped back in my chair.
Hannah looked at me with one eyebrow raised. "Something wrong, Rach?" she asked before taking a bite out of her sandwich.
I stared back at her blankly. "My life is a living Hell," I said, pronouncing each word carefully for extra effect.
"Oh pssh." She picked a small piece of lettuce out of her sandwich and ate it quickly. "You say that every day."
"Drama whore." Gray's voice sang across the table, and she giggled as I glared at her. "Just being honest, baby," she said, grinning at me hugely.
I sighed again and buried my head in my arms. My dark hair fell over my face, and Hannah swept it back behind my ear.
"Rachael, cheer up," she urged softly. She smiled at me and poked my nose. "What's wrong?"
"Leave the girl alone," Gray said, sounding bored. I glanced up at her, and she was playing around with her black hair, teasing the layers out. "She does this every day. Nothing you can do."
Hannah ignored her and kept staring at me, looking concerned.
"I'm fine," I sighed. I sat up and leant on Hannah's shoulder. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and rested her head on mine. "I'm just tired, that's all."
"Lesbian action, I see?"
I looked up as Axel sat down at the table next to Gray, who grinned at him and kissed him hastily. Axel pulled her onto his lap and looked at me and Hannah from over Gray's head. "Whassup, hoes?"
Hannah rolled her eyes and started to pick at her sandwich again. "The usual crap, bitch." Her red hair fell into her eyes and she flicked it away quickly.
I sighed for what felt like the millionth time today and glanced around the canteen.
It didn't look any different from how it normally did. The Plastics dominated the right corner of the room, their Barbie-like perfection glowing for all to see. The most popular guys sat with them, acting like idiots to impress the girls. The Nerds and Geeks populated the back left corner, hand-held games consoles out and beeping away as they kicked each other's asses at Mario Kart. The Scene Kids hung around the left corner opposite the Plastics. Screamo blared from that corner, earning distasteful looks from the rest of the room. The corner was a mass of black and neon colours, as girls as fake and doll-like as the Plastics pouted into mirrors and fluffed up their already humongous hair. The back right corner was empty, as it was situated next to the garbage can, and who wanted to sit next to week old tuna sandwiches and lasagne?
And sat right in the middle of the room, was us four. A mixture of all three cliques. We were accepted into all of them - some more than others, as the Plastics didn't like competition - but we were content being how we were.
Gray yawned and leaned back on Axel's chest, bringing me out of my reverie. I glanced at Hannah, who was now texting furiously, her face twisted into a frown. Axel watched her with amusement, his sandy blonde hair quivering as he shook his head at her. "I swear you're surgically attached to that thing," he mused.
Hannah shrugged. "Sorry, mother," she retorted. Axel chuckled and rested his chin on top of Gray's head. Hannah snapped her phone shut and sighed. "That was Mark" she said. "He can't make it tonight. He's got work."
Gray smiled smugly. "No, he's just a pussy," she said. She didn't hide her distaste for Hannah's ex-boyfriend, but she didn't care if it got her into trouble.
I shrugged. "You have a fair point." I looked down at my food, my appetite non-existent.
"Gary," Hannah warned. She was the only one allowed to call Gray by that name. "Don't be so mean about Mark."
Gray shrugged. "But I don't care, Hannie," she replied. Again, she was the only one allowed to call Hannah by that name. "You know he has no backbone. You dated the fucker."
Hannah thought for a moment, and then grinned. "Yeah, I have to agree with you there." Hannah wasn't known for her brilliant taste in guys; she always seemed to pick the ones her friends hated.
"So we're still going tonight?" I asked.
"But of course," Axel said. He arched an eyebrow at me. "Not scared, are you?" he teased, a smile playing on his lips.
"I'm more scared of your mum," I replied curtly. My friends laughed and then fell silent, chewing their food slowly as they stared at random points in the room.
Gray suddenly gasped and sat up straight, nearly knocking Axel square in the chin and making him choke on his pizza slice. "Oh my freaking God," she squealed. "I forgot to tell you!" Three inquisitive stares met hers as she paused for breath. "We have new kids," she explained. "Two guys and a girl. Just moved down from up north somewhere."
"New kids, eh?" Axel said slowly. He looked thoughtful for a second, and then shrugged. "Ehh, who cares? They're probably stuck-up snobs or emo kids."
Gray shook her head. "I saw them in the hall today, and you could say that they looked normal, but…" She trailed off and pursed her lips for a moment.
"But what?" I asked, enthralled by this new bit of gossip.
"But," Gray repeated. "They were…creepy. Like, they looked weird. They looked at you like you were food or something."
Hannah scoffed. "Oh come on," she teased. "The worst they can do is offend the Plastics. Then they're in trouble." She chuckled quietly. "Food. Pssh. The only thing the guys were probably thinking of eating was pus-"
"Thank you, Hannah!" I interrupted. Axel and Gray laughed at Hannah's blunt humour, and Hannah herself had an amused smile on her face from my outburst. I smiled back at my best friend and stuck my tongue out at her. She crossed her eyes at me and giggled.
And as we sat there, joking around and acting like the immature idiots that we are, they walked in.
The new kids.
It couldn't be described as walking, though. They more or less glided across the floor in an easy, confident manner, looking totally relaxed.
The girl wasn't small, but there was something about her that made her seem fragile – doll-like. Her hair was the colour of coffee, and her skin was porcelain in contrast. She was slim, but voluptuous; a perfect hourglass shape that I was incredibly jealous of. Everything about her was delicate, from her slim fingers to her incredibly long eyelashes.
And those slim fingers of hers were linked with another set of perfect fingers, which were attached to one of the guys that Gray had talked about.
He too, was, well, perfect. He was tall, with a muscular build that was emphasised clearly by the tight shirt that clung to his body like a second skin. His dirty blonde hair was cut stylishly short, but just fell carelessly over his eyes, making him look boyish. He leaned down towards the dark-haired girl, his lips moving quickly as he whispered to her, revealing very white, very straight teeth.
I glanced behind them, and my eyes fell on the other guy. I felt them pop wide open, and I had to clench my teeth to stop my mouth from dropping open. "Fuck the other two," I thought as I gawked at the god that followed them sullenly.
His hands were shoved into his pockets, and I could see that they were balled into tight fists that shook ever-so-slightly. His body was lean and muscled, and just like the blonde guy, his body-hugging shirt emphasised his muscles. His face was twisted into a scowl, but I could tell that it was handsome, with sharp cheekbones and an angular face. His midnight black hair was long, and swooped over his eyes, covering them in shadow. As I watched him, his mouth twisted into a smirk; he was obviously aware of the attention he was getting, and he drank it in.
Gray coughed loudly, and I shook my head, blinking rapidly a few times. Hannah stared at me hard for a few seconds, and then burst out laughing as I blushed.
"Aww," she teased. "Has someone got a little crush on the new guy?"
"I don't know what the hell you're on about, Hannah," I replied indignantly. I picked up my fork and stabbed my salad, trying to hide my red cheeks.
Hannah chuckled and gave Gray a knowing look, which the tiny girl returned with a giggle. Axel smiled and played with Gray's dark hair absently, running it through his fingers slowly - a sign that he was thinking.
I watched the new kids out of the corner of my eye as I ate my salad. They didn't go to the dinner queue, but just found a table right at the back and sat down, the girl and the blonde guy sitting close together, and the black haired guy sitting a little further away. I noticed that he kept flicking his hair out of his eyes, and I smiled a little as I shoved another forkful of salad into my mouth.
But I also noticed that the whole canteen was buzzing with the arrival of the new kids, and that the air was full of excitement and tension. Things were changing in the fragile high school society of this school, and I wasn't sure if this was good or bad.
One thing was for sure, though. Things would never be the same again.
