Don't hate me, okay? :x I just haven't had the time to write. But I forced myself to and I'm really proud I did ;D
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Dedicated to All Time Low, for being there for me whenever I need them.
And Riley ;)
"Should I write myself out of the history books/ And mark a place in time for every chance you took?"
-"Coffee Shop Soundtrack" All Time Low
"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied. My eyes danced around the cafeteria, landing everywhere but his effulgent, knowing gaze. He saw me fall this morning. Shitshitshit.
"Oh, no, I think you do," he nodded his head knowingly.
I played with my hands. I shifted anxiously. I perceived that my sudden movements were making it seem like I was hiding something…which I was. I placed my hands on my lap decorously. I looked at my suddenly unappetizing avocado sandwich and back at him. I continued to play dumb. "No idea."
"Whatever you say. I'm Cam by the way." His gaze lingered to the green table. "Hey, are you going to eat that?" he asked, pointing to my sandwich.
I gave him a weird look. He is so strange. Slightly hot, but strange nonetheless. I nudged the plate in his direction.
"Thanks." He took a bite the size of Africa from the uneaten end, but suddenly looked at me with a disgusted look. "What is this?" he asked with his mouth open, flashing me with chewed avocado and bread. I crinkled my nose in disgust for his poor manners.
"Avocado."
"…This isn't ham?"
I blinked at him. "As I'm assuming you know, ham is not green. Whatever you thought this substance was, it's clearly green. How the hell could it be ham?"
"I don't really know… Hey, don't hate on words that rhyme with 'Cam!'" he warned.
"Do people call you Cammie?" I asked purposely, knowing that it will irk him. He seems like someone who is easily irked.
His blue eye twitched. "I'm leaving because you're mean. Goodbye," he said in a serious tone. He stood up and walked to another table, but only to turn around and come back to my table.
"Oh, how rude of me. Your name?"
I scrutinized his face before responding. "Massie."
"'Kay, see you, Assie," he said with a smirk.
-d-
Once lunch ended, I cleaned my table and went in search of my next class. As I walked from building two to one, I saw two blonde girls, both with fantastic figures and lustrous hair. One, with buttery blonde waves, was flaunting the newest Marc Jacobs tote. I quickly jogged closer to them in order to get a better view of the suede bag. As if she smelled me, she stopped and turned on her heel. I casually looked at my schedule and kept walking.
Awkward situation dodged.
"Hey, you! You new?"
I stopped in my tracks and slowly turned around. Her navy blue eyes bore into my wide, amber ones. "Me? Yeah…"
"Welcome," she smiled smugly. "I'm Olivia. This is Skye," she said as she gestured to her other blonde comrade.
"I'm Massie," I said, suddenly remembering my interest in Olivia. "I like your bag. Is it the new Marc Jacobs?"
"Of course. I like your shoes! So vintage," she announced as she pointed to my black oxfords. "Walk with us." The two began walking and motioned me to follow.
If I thought I got a lot of attention when I first walked in, this was about triple the stares and murmurs. Who were these girls? People were gawking as if Jesus was walking in their presence. Close your mouths, students of WPHS.
Olivia blatantly smirked at the attention, which the officious bitch of WPHS seemed to enjoy. She seemed impervious to the ululations and cries of horror that sounded as she walked. Girls would hide their faces in their lockers in order to prevent an inevitable confrontation with Olivia. She chose to listen to the rare few that complimented her. She definitely had some sort of reputation here. I need to find this out.
"Massie, you should sit with us in lunch tomorrow," Olivia said casually as she examined her cuticles.
"Um…" I paused and stared at my surroundings. People were still staring, waiting anxiously for my response. "I'll see what I can do."
-d-
Upon entering the WPHS cafeteria, I met up with Alicia and Kristen.
"Hey, Massie. Want to sit with us?" Kristen asked amiably.
I peered through the crack in the door. Olivia, Skye, and another girl whom I did not recognize were seated in a rectangular table in the center of the eating establishment. I turned back and told them I couldn't, much to their newly sparked curiosity.
"Ooh, who are you sitting with?" Alicia asked, her eyes alight with interest.
"Just some girls I met yesterday." Their faces urged me on. "Olivia and Skye."
"WHAT?" they both shouted in disbelief.
"You made a date with the devil?" and "Are you fucking insane?" were also heard through my nearly shattered eardrums.
"May I ask what's so bad about them?" I asked, obviously confused.
Kristen paused and thought out her answer. "Imagine a vulture and Satan had a child. That child would be Olivia Ryan."
"Kris, don't forget her minions!" Alicia interjected.
"Oh, yes. Skye Hamilton. Who knew so much evil could be packed in such a toned, sinewy body? She is a dancer, and her parents own the Body Alive dance studio in downtown White Plains. Lets just say, her parents make more in a month than mine do in a year.
"And Layne Abeley, the hippie slut. Her fervor about protesting about animal abuse and solar energy is real, but at the end of the day, she'll jump into the arms of just about any waiting, testosterone-filled male."
"Eep! Best idea ever! You should go sit with them." I raised my right eyebrow at Alicia's sudden epiphany.
"Why? A minute ago you were calling me insane, as if I was writing my own death certificate. Now this?"
"This is all for my evil purposes. Go, befriend them. Get some juicy info out of Olivia, and report back to us, everyday, until we get enough to take those bitches down."
I considered the plan. "I'm in."
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