Hello! And welcome to the fourth installment of "Adored to Indifferent"! Once again I thank all of you for your wonderful reviews! They are very very much appreciated!
Disclaimer : If I owned Tokyo mew Mew than Ichigo would most definitely not be as ditzy as she is. (Sorry Ichigo fans)
The next two class periods before lunch flew by. However the happy feeling disappeared when Mint realized that she had no one to sit with at lunch. She frowned, looking over the lunchroom from the salad bar.
'Well' she thought. 'I could either go and sit with the losers and possibly be deemed one of them for the rest of my life or I could go sit with Zakuro and her friends and try and make conversation and if it goes badly definitely be deemed a loser all my life.'
She decided to chance it and strode confidently over to the beautiful group of people on the right side of the lunch room. She gave her prettiest smile and set her tray down on the table.
One of the blonde girls sitting at the said table gave her an alienating look, "This seat's saved."
"Oh I'm sorry." She slid her tray over to the next spot over.
"I don't think you understand, this is a table for beautiful high class people. Not trolls who wear last year's fashions and fall asleep during classes.
The girl's posse laughed.
Mint's face flushed in anger.
"Your fake laughs are ticking me off." Zakuro was standing behind her cold expression on her face.
"Ah! Miss Fujiwara! We're sorry Cindy just made the funniest comment about that troll you're-"
The purple haired girl slammed her tray down on the table, "Cindy's jokes are not funny. They're idiotic. And at least Aizawa doesn't spend an hour every morning putting on a mask like I know you all do."
"What but I'm not wearing a mask…." Cindy scratched her head in confusion.
"Well ten layers of makeup are about equivalent to one. And it still doesn't hide all the vulgar state of your face. Aizawa can sit wherever she wants."
They all gaped at her for a minute and than Cindy said, "Uh Zakuro who died and made you queen of this table? No one. We all don't want her here."
"You know what girls, sometimes you don't get what you want!" Mint told them with a sugary sweet smile, "And to that unnecessary comment about my fashion, I'll have you know this whole ensemble came from Paris yesterday so I apologize if you weren't aware just how in it is."
She paused for a moment, and then spoke again.
"I don't want to sit with people who are so blatantly out of style so I'm going to go sit with people who have such old fashions that they're starting to come back. Thank you!" She picked up her tray, turned on her heel, and left them all staring in awe after her. (1)
She made her way over to the left side of the cafeteria where the so-called 'losers' were sitting, "Hello." She set her tray down.
"Did they kick you out?" Ryou asked smirking.
"No as a matter of fact, I told them I didn't want to sit with people like them." She replied holding her head high.
"Well, either way you're sitting with the losers."
"I'm well aware of that thank you. I'm not so sheltered that I wouldn't know losers when I saw them."
"Hey, a new person!" Pudding bounced over to the table tray sporting more sugary snacks than actual food."
"Pudding you know that the doctor told you not to eat so much sugar. You're going to get diabetes." Lettuce chided gently.
"Aw phooey, I'll worry about that when I get older! Anyway, I'm Pudding! Who are you?"
"My name is Mint Aizawa. I transferred here from Baker Private High School."
A silence fell over the table.
"The Baker High School?" Ichigo exclaimed loudly.
"Please lower your voice down a few decibels, I'm right here. Yes, The Baker Private High School."
"No wonder you're such a brat."
"Ryou don't be rude to her! She probably has connections with the mafia or something!" Ichigo exclaimed. (But whispered the last part in case Mint did happen to have connections.)
"Isn't that the most expensive school in the Eastern Hemisphere?" Lettuce asked eyes wide as saucers.
"That's the one."
"WOW! I bet that's a lot of money!" Pudding had no idea how much money that really was.
"Well yes it is a lot of money, but winning so many dancing competitions helps."
"Oh! You dance too?" Lettuce asked in awe, "What kind of dancing is it?"
"I prefer ballet but I can do pretty much anything." She took the last bite of her salad, "Now if you'll excuse me I need to get to my locker." She picked up her tray and threw away what needed to be thrown away. Then proceeded to leave the cafeteria.
'Well I have those four wrapped around my finger. Only a couple thousand left.' With that thought she made the mistake of closing her eyes, and walked straight into someone. She stumbled back and opened her eyes to see a six foot ten basketball player.
"Yo watch where yo goin' bitch!" he shoved her harshly with one hand against a locker and kept walking.
She hit her head and everything fell dark.
Sometime later a kind-hearted teacher took her to the nurse's office and called her parents.
Needless to say, the six foot ten man was never seen at the school again when Mr. Aizawa (Hey if anyone has any good names for him could ya leave them in your review?) and Kasami got word of the incident.
With the exception of Zakuro because that would be OOC.
Hmmmmmm how was it? A bit shorter than I meant to make it but I thought that was a good place to end it! Review please with your comments and complaints!
3:48 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
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