chapter 3 school humiliation and puzzlement Part 2
After Spanish, I walked to lunch with my seat Buddy, A rather energetic, well grounded girl, named Jessica. I could feel people's eyes watching us as we walked, such has been my fate all day. I kept my head down and my hands in my pockets as we walked. Still seeing people talking behind their hand or whispering in each others ear as I went by.
"Wow, like, how rude can some people be," Jessica exclaimed, holding on to her arm and glaring at a group, who weren't exactly hiding the fact they were gossiping.
"I mean, do they have nothing better to do," she asked, exasperated. I just shrugged, and crossed my arms.
"Are new people in forks such an anomaly," I asked, as we neared the door to the cafeteria.
"The same thing happened the other night at the diner," I added, as Jess looked at me with pity.
"No, not really," she replied, with a small smile.
" people come and go all the time," she said shrugging her shoulders. And went to open the door. Opening it, she looked thoughtful for a moment.
" I think it's because you're the Chiefs daughter, no ones sure what to think of you yet," Adding "that's all," well walking through into the cafeteria.
As We walked over to the small line to get some food, Jessica assured me things would calm down in a few days and nothing else, her and her friends would tell people to back off. After Jess filled up her tray and I grabbed an apple and a bottle of water we went to grab a table.
Well waiting for her friends, we talked about life in forks. Where people hung out, what Months of the year were likely to be nice and school events.
Eric and a guy named Tyler joined us, and stated that we had to go surfing in La Push. When Mike, walking up confirmed this, by jumping onto the chair next to me and acting like he was surfing.
Sitting down, he asked me how my first day had been,so far. I went to answer, but was interrupted by Eric
"Hey,man," he said, leaning in to see him on the opposite side of me.
"See you've met my home girl," he added nodding his head towards me.
"You're home girl," Mike said, incredulously. Jessica shook her head, from the seat across from me, watching the spectacle.
"It's grade school all over again," she said, ask just wanted to sink into my chair.
"You're the shiny new toy,they can fight over,"she shook her head again, watching the scene with a look of mild shock.
A bright light went off making me see spots, for a moment. I turned to see a thin brunette, with glasses,and a tan, holding a camera.
" sorry about that," she said, putting her bag down and sitting at the table.
"I needed a photo for the article, and I saw a pretty awesome shot," she said looking at the camera roll. Looking up she added,
"Eric told you about it,right," she asked seeing my expression. Eric looked up as if remembering something.
"Oh,Ya," he exclaimed,swallowing his mouthful of food.
"Forget it, Angela editorials off," he added,waving around his fork.
"Don't worry,baby," Eric said,winking towards me,
"I've got your back," I looked at Angela and hurriedly tried to explain.
"It's just I really don't like being in the spotlight an-" Angela cut in,
"Hey,it's fine don't worry about it," she said,looking at her camera disappointed.
"Looks like I'm running another article on teen drinking or eating disorders," I tried to think of something to say,ideas for a new story or a way to apologise.
"Sorry," I mumbled, wincing.
"What about protecting the local wildlife or speedo padding on the swim team," I asked biting my lip and playing with my water bottle.
"That's not bad actually," she said,looking up.
We talked about different things as the cafeteria started to fill up. I noticed a large group of really pale, well dressed people practically strut in. They could have been college age and looked like models. I looked at the back of the group and noticed my new partner in crime, I smiled when he caught my eye and waved. He nodded towards me and went to his table, it was then I noticed the Blonde girl who looked like a avenging Goddess, and the boy with copper hair glaring daggers at me.