FALLEN
I do not own ay of the Supernatural characters, they all belong to Eric Kripke- tragic, right? But I do own Arya and her friends, so yippee! =)
CHAPTER 1: PERFECT
The cafeteria was milling over with students as usual, and I couldn't see any of my friends. "Come on, come on" I muttered under my breath as I searched for them. Delia...Delia...Yes, there she was. I caught her eye and she waved. Come quick, she mouthed and then pouting crossly at Carrie, began to wag a finger at her, no doubt telling her off for something or the other. I rolled my eyes and began weaving my way to her. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder and whirled around to find myself face to face with Brittany, a girl I barely knew from Calculus. "Ohmygod, hi, Arya!" she gushed excitedly. "How was your vacation? I heard you went off to Hawaii- was it fun? See any cute guys? And oh-" "Yeah, I did go to Hawaii" I cut her off. "I really got to go now, Brit, but I'll tell you everything later, okay?" "Ooh, sure!" she squealed "Text me!" and pranced away. I didn't even bother to tell her that I didn't have her number.
I'd barely taken two steps past the jock table when I was stopped by a playful tug on my skirt. "Jason" I turned and shook my head at the sandy haired, sun tanned athletic guy grinning at me. "Haven't I told you not to pull my skirt?" He shrugged, his sky blue eyes twinkling with suppressed merriment. "Hoping it'll come off someday." "Jason!" I stamped my foot in mock anger and he got up to sling an arm around my shoulders. "Aw, don't be mad, sweetie. You know I'm irresistible." He teased and I smiled. "That's my girl." Jason put his hand on my cheek and kissed me, sending my heartbeat skittering away. Jason and I weren't exactly in a serious relationship, but we liked each other and had decided to give it a try if we felt comfortable together.
As we pulled away, I could read jealousy written clearly on the majority of the population, both male and female. The girls mainly wore a dejected look, like they knew they couldn't compete with me. As for the guys, I knew how their lustful eyes followed me when I moved. I was greeted by scores of people I didn't even remember, and hugged by at least a dozen of them. "Whew" I sighed in relief as I finally managed to set my tray down at our group's table. "Gee, took you long enough, A" Delia glared at me. "Sorry, De;" I slid into the seat next to her. "Got ambushed about a million times." "You weren't too mad about Jason kidnapping you, I imagine" Delia joked and I relaxed.
Del and I knew each other since sixth grade. With honey blonde hair, hazel eyes, and a stunning figure, Delia was the head of Glendale Academy's cheerleading squad, as well as president of our class. I was often glad that I wasn't in her bad books, because Delia made a formidable rival. I wondered if she had made any changes to her lunch tray- nope, Caesar salad and an apple, as usual. She saw me looking, and grimaced. "What? Everyone's not as lucky as you are, Arya!" "That is so true." Carrie nodded gravely, flipping her short brown bangs. "Delia was just giving me advice on weight loss." She told me with wide eyes. "You're so lucky you don't have to watch your calories." "Haha. As if." I said sarcastically but couldn't help smirking a bit. It was true that I ate anything and everything, but never gained a pound. But of course they didn't know the real reason behind it... and I hoped they would never know.
"Oh don't you deny it, Miss Perfect" Stella said jokingly as she joined us. "Don't even pull the modesty act." "Stel, I'm hardly perfect!" I protested. "Sure" she shook her head and tucked a lock of sliky golden hair behind her ear. I laughed. "It's futile to argue. Whatever you think." Stella fist pumped. "Yay!" I didn't miss the disgusted look Delia shot her. "Yes,you're perfect." Stella concluded. "Even Stef thinks so. Right, Stef?" "Mm-hm" said the tall, slim girl who sat next to Carrie, sipping her soda quietly. Stefania was a pale, dark haired and grey eyed beauty, who had come from Novosibirsk last year as an exchange student. I could swear on my favourite Coco Chanel handbag that the only complete sentence I'd ever heard from her was "Do you have an extra pen?" one fine History class.
"Really, Arya" Stella wouldn't let it go. "Where did you get that smooth skin? And that gorgeous hair?" I just rolled my eyes. I had inherited my long black hair and caramel eyes from Mom. My dimples and alabaster skin were Dad's. I thought I was cute, yes. But I could tell most guys thought much more than that.
"God, drop it, Stella" Delia complained." Arya's pretty, and so are we all. Now let's just eat." Stella giggled but complied all the same.
Delia, Carrie, Stella, Stefania and me- that was our group We were definitely the hottest and the most popular girls in Glendale Academy. I was pretty, popular, good in studies, and had a great boyfriend. So, in this perfectly arranged jigsaw, why did I feel as if a piece was missing?
