Chapter Two: Mean Girls
Grandma offered to drive me to school today, which was odd because she rarely drove. We took grandpa's Mercedes and rolled all of the windows down, taking in the last of what little warmth summer had left to offer. It took a little longer than usual to get to school, since grandma obviously doesn't drive as quickly or as recklessly as my other family members. It felt good to slow down once in a while.
When we arrived at school, she waved to me, and then drove off. I trotted through the hall and into my classroom, where I found my friends huddled together, as usual. The bell didn't ring yet, so we were allowed to talk amongst ourselves. Our group is made up of Stella, Dallas, Merci, Mari, Lila, Violet and me. Stella is my second closest friend. She has brown hair and ocean-blue eyes that pop and make you look twice at her beauty. Every boy dreams of going out with her, and some have been lucky enough to do so. Dallas is hilarious and fun. Her hair is short; she's a redhead who's recently gotten blue highlights, which are strangely allowed in our public school. Merci and Mari are identical twins. They both have brown hair and brown eyes. They're very quiet; Merci being a little more social then Mari. They also hate it when people mix them up. Lila is my best friend. She has blond hair and bluish-gray eyes. She's very athletic and very quiet, until you get her talking. Violet is a twin too, but she has a brother, Cole. She's blond with glasses and isn't the most intelligent person I've ever met, but she always makes you laugh.
"Morning, ladies," I said to them.
"Hey, girl!" Dallas sang. I smiled and went to hang up my sweatshirt. When I returned, they were into a new conversation. I grabbed the invitations and walked back over to them.
"You know, my birthday's next week," I said, handing Lila the first invitation. I gave the rest out as they all squealed in delight. "It's gonna be so much fun. Plus, my aunt went to Paris to get spa stuff," I added.
"Oh, my god. Foreign cosmetics; I love it! I can't wait," said Violet. She was used to high-class things. Her father was decently wealthy, so she was somewhat spoiled.
My classes passed quickly and it was soon time for lunch. I grabbed my brown paper bag and met Stella, who walked to the cafeteria with me. I was a little late going to lunch because I volunteered to help my math teacher with some papers. We walked in silence towards the other building where the cafeteria was until I heard footsteps drawing near. I heard the click of heels hitting the freshly waxed, tile floors. The noise drew nearer and I turned around before Stella even realized someone was close.
"What, Ness?" she asked me. I realized this wasn't normal behavior, so I just shook my head and turned back around. I noticed my friend was still carrying her invitation. Suddenly, I felt the presence of someone near us. Again, I spun around and saw her. It was Kendra. She was one of the popular girls who could be hot or cold. If she wanted something from you, she was nice; otherwise, she was just plain evil.
"Hey, Renesmee," she hissed. I opened my mouth, but Stella spoke before I could. "What?" she demanded.
"Excuse me? Stella, I don't believe I was talking to you," she said. Stella crinkled her nose as the smell of Kendra's extremely heavy perfume. I did the same, having a way better sense of smell than her. I took a good look at her, noticing she had her hair dyed, yet again. Her hair was so artificial, it wasn't even funny. Well, actually, it was.
"I heard you're having a little 'shindig' at you're house next week, for you're birthday. We were wondering where our invitations are?" she asked sharply.
"Who's 'we'?" Stella questioned. On that note, Kendra's two sidekicks walked toward us and stopped behind her. It was Rochelle and Adie. "All of us, duh." She smirked.
"Uh, you're not exactly invited," I mumbled. Kendra's eyebrows shot up and she pressed her red-stained lips into a thin line.
"I'm sure you'll change your mind about that. Won't you Renesmee?" Rochelle said. Stella shook her head, wildly.
"No." I stood my ground. For all she knew, I could easily kill her, but that was out of the question; I didn't have the heart to take someone's life. I felt the need to hiss and growl, but I couldn't in front of them.
"Oh, really?" Adie asked. Stella answered for me, "Really."
"This isn't over, freak. You'll be sorry," Kendra sneered at us as she walked away. "Losers!" Rochelle yelled. Stella rolled her eyes; she hated them. Kendra had always wanted to be the most popular girl in our school, but that place was already filled, by Stella.
"Nessie, don't let them bother you. They're Socs, remember?" she said. I nodded. They were the Socs, always were, always will be. Dallas gave Kendra, Rochelle, and Adie their group's nickname after we read The Outsiders in English class. The snobby, vicious group in the book was called Socs, short for Socials. This is one of the reasons that I love that book.
"So, shall I bring the movies to you party?" she asked after a long silence of walking to our destination.
"You shall," I answered, mocking her. She began rattling off the names of different movies I had never heard of.
"I can bring Dance Flick, Juno, and…" she thought for a moment, "Mean Girls!" Before we knew it, we were at the table, where we sat, everyday with the rest of our friends and Stella's current boyfriend, Lake. "Hey," Stella said as she leaned in for a quick kiss from him. Everyone exchanged 'hellos' and asked why we were so late. "We had a little run in with the Socs," Stella explained.
"What were you talking about when you said 'Mean Girls'?" Mari asked.
"I'm bringing it to Ness's party because she's never seen it." At that, everyone's mouths dropped and they gasped.
"Is it even possible, not to have seen it?" Merci squeaked. I shrugged.
"I love that movie!" Dallas shrieked. Then, she began quoting it, "'Four for you Glenn Coco! You go Glenn Coco!'" I couldn't help but crack up laughing at her fake accent, even though I had no idea what she was talking about. And that goes to show how close we are.
The rest of the day passed in a breeze, not noticing much, except a few death glares from the Socs. I was picked up by Uncle Emmett in his Jeep and he drove me to the La Push border where I met Jake and the pack.