Sorryyy I don't remember Lisi's description of Heather and Meena, and I'm too lazy to go read it. :) But anyways here ya go.
Stand Up
I looked around for a table, feeling so loserish and stupid. All of a sudden, someone grabbed my elbow and pulled me to a table. It was Layne. I smiled nicely at her and sat.
"Massie, this is Heather, and Meena. Heather and Meena, this is Massie." She introduced us.
"Hey." I said opening my Vitamin Water. Everyone in the cafeteria turned around to face the double doors as they were both opened, instead of one.
"Ugh, no. The conceited idiots are here." Layne said rolling her green eyes.
"Huh?" I asked. I was confused completely.
"Look." Meena pointed and I followed her gaze. It was just The Tomahawks. I giggled. They were searching the cafeteria as if looking for someone important.
"Shhh." Heather said quietly.
"Let us explain." Layne whispered. "Derrick Harrington. Star goalie and leader of The Tomahawks. His blonde shaggy hair, brown puppy dog eyes, and smooth sexy voice -wait did I say sexy? Whatever - makes all the girls melt. He's a boyfriend to Star. All the girls envy her greatly. Also girls call him Derrington. I could tell by his face whenever a girl calls him that, that he's irritated."
"Cam Fisher. The soft, romantic, and sweet one of the group. Any girl with a romantic side is in love with this two eye-colored boy. His girlfriend is the bitch that we all hate, Claire Lyons. Now there is this person who texts everyone in the school an update of how many times Claire and Cam have broken up. Nobody knows who it is. Right now, they have broken up 22 times. They're together right now." Heather said.
"Josh Hotz. Josh is the badass of the group. He's always hiding behind his NYY cap and barely talks. But he's romantic too. He causes most of the trouble around here and looks all innocent because he looks like a goody-goody and has an innocent face. So don't fall for his innocent face or ah-dorable fang." Layne glared at Meena. "What? You called Derrick sexy!" She protested softly. Meena continued. "His girlfriend is the gorgeous Alicia Rivera. All the girls want him because of his motorcycle and cause he's a bad boy."
"Kemp Hurley. Kemp is the biggest pervert in the world. Yet, all the scene girls want him because of his new scene look. He does look so hotttt. And they want him because it is rumored that he is an ah-mazing kisser. Which is true because he has made out with every girl in the school and has even stolen some of the girls virginity from them. He stole Meena's and Layne's. But he hasn't touched me yet. Then he leaves them like trash, like they're a Hump N' Dump. He keeps a list of the girls and never misses one or repeats." Heather said. Layne and Meena bit their nails. The boys were approaching our table slowly and I was terrified. I nudged Layne to stop her but she kept explaining.
"Chris Plovert. Chris is the other pervert. He got contacts in eighth grade and has made out with every A-list girl and teachers. When he sees a girl he likes, he makes sure she's A-list before kissing her. He doesn't want people knowing that he made out with a Losah Beyond Repair" The boys were definitely glaring us down and I widened my eyes.
"Shhh!" I whispered.
"What?" Heather asked.
"Hello ladies." A voice said. We looked up to see Derrick slam his hands on the table and smile crookedly. It looked kinda hawt too. My heart beated rapidly. I could feel everyone's eyes on me. "What's going on over here?"
"Nuh-thing." Layne said slowly. She looked terrified as well. I slammed my palm against my forehead. Even I knew that was a stupid answer. I fell a warm hand grab my hand off my forehead. It was Cam.
"You think you got a better answer to what happened here?" He asked bitterly. Okay, one tip: Do NOT talk to me in that tone.
"No. So why don't you walk along to your little table?" I snapped raising an eyebrow. This didn't please Derrick because he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet right in front of him.
"What did you say to him?" He asked growling through clenched teeth.
"What the hell Derrick! Get off of me!" I tried to pry off and he finally let go. I was about to stumble back but I caught my balance.
"Excuse me?" He asked raising both eyebrows. "You better show some respect baby. Or you'll get it." He said all up in my face. Tip 2: DO NOT GET UP IN MY FACE.
"Yeah, whatever. Like you would ever hit a girl." I said rolling my eyes.
"Who said I was going to hurt you?" He said putting his hands in prayer position and pressing them against his lips. I glared at him, grabbed my bag and tray, gave him a final eye roll and pushed through his group to throw my tray out.
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa." Someone grabbed my elbow, but I shook it off with a strong tug. I threw out my tray and walked out the Café. Those boys didn't know who they were messing with.
Home?
I was back to being Princess Madeline on Saturday and Sunday. I was walking through the halls in the mansion, when a messenger told me that my mother wanted to see me. I nodded once and walked to my mother's room. My brown hair was under a blonde wig and I took out my contacts. I looked like myself again. Well, half of myself I guess.
"Yes mother?" I asked when I closed the doors behind me.
"Oh, Madeline. This is horrible!" My mother said standing from her chair. I walked towards her, my face full of concern.
"What is it?" I asked. Trying to keep my hands from folding across my chest. It was so hard since I did it all the time back in America.
"Sweetheart. You have to marry. By next week. By the way, I have not been seeing you around on the weekdays. What's going on?" She asked placing a hand on my shoulder.
"WHAT?!" I exclaimed stepping away from my mother. "I do NAWT want to get married!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"I'm sorry honey! But it's the law! You have to marry Prince Edward by next week." She said. I stormed off. I didn't love him. I didn't want to marry him. It's not that he wasn't handsome, in fact, he was the kingdom's heart-throb with his bronze hair, golden eyes and marble white skin. But he's not the one for me. Something in my heart can just feel it.
My mother sighed and didn't push any further. I should probably not come on weekends anymore. But I have to. Mother would go crazy. Like she isn't crazy enough.
I walked back to my room and lay on the bed thinking about Westchester and Cam. It was hard enough to act like I didn't like him when Kuh-laire was around, but I couldn't stand not being able to stare into his green eye, which was my favorite of the two. It was torture not being able to mess with his messy black hair like we were best friends since we were eight. I sighed and let my fantasies of Cam lull me to sleep.
I was running through a field of daisies wearing a cream ball gown, the same one I wore to my birthday party. He was running toward me wearing a white unbuttoned shirt and khakis. We ran closer and closer until we stood close enough to feel each other's breath. He brushed back my hair and leaned in. I leaned in as well but right before our lips met, his face morphed into Edward's and the hand that was cradling my face reached back and slapped me down to the ground.
"You shouldn't have been unfaithful, Madeline," he said coldly and then he stormed back. I lay there clutching a hand to where he had hit me, crying as dark clouds formed and a light rain started to drizzle down.
I shot up in my bed, panting as if I'd been running a mile. It's okay, it's just a dream. I tried to tell myself. But it all just seemed too real. The sunlight that poured in through the east window glistened. I stared at the clock and it was already 10 o'clock. My house cleaner walked in to take my breakfast order, but seeing the cold sweat on my face and body, my heavy breathing and the shock in my eyes, simply slowly walked away. A few whispers resounded in the corridors and one minute later, my mother hurried in.
"Madeline, dear, what's wrong?" she patted my shoulder as if she could somehow change the arranged marriage that she had set up.
"You! You and Edward and everyone in this castle who thinks I can't choose my own husband for myself!" I shouted. I ripped the covers off and ran out to my father's secret garden that I'd discovered when wandering the castle. My mother sighed as she walked back to the parlor.
I dashed through the hedges, and when I reached the fountain, I stared at myself and realized how ridiculous I must've looked wearing only my lavender silk nightgown and my hair in curlers. My reflection was disrupted as tears fell when I thought about Cam and how, even though I was a mess, he'd still like me for who I was. Well, who he thought I was.
Poor Cam. He was so sweet and romantic, yet somehow he ended up with a bitch like Kuh-laire. Gawd why can't he just realize once and for all that she's never gonna stop putting people down because she's afraid they'll be more popular than her?
And when will my idiotic mother realize that I'm never going to choose one of her choices for a husband? I mean, I can't just meet someone and then get married without even getting to know them. That's fucking impossible!
I walked over to my father's workbench. He normally kept tools in there, but I kept spare paper in case an idea for a song came up. I lifted the seat and took out the pen and a sheet of paper and began to write.
We were both young when I first saw you
I closed my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there
On a balcony in summer air
I bit my eraser, trying to think of what else to write. I finally gave up so I put it back under the seat and returned to my room. I changed into opaque chocolate brown tights and I settled on an emerald green V-neck tunic with spring green lace. I went to the parlor, where my mother was trying to make wedding plans. How little she knew of what was really going to happen.
"Mother," she looked up eagerly when I called her name, "I've given some thought about Edward."
"Oh darling, that's fantastic! I'll call him here immediately!" she rushed up to get the telephone.
"No, Mom, it's not that. Actually I've decided that I won't now, or ever marry Edward."
Her face shattered into a million pieces.
"Madeline, you must marry Edward! It's the law!" I cut her off quickly.
"The law says I have to marry! It doesn't give a fuck who I marry! The only one who should care about that is me! Ugh!" My mother looked astonished and bewildered at my choice of words. I stormed off to my room where I picked up the phone and dialed Cam's house. It ringed twice, and then I heard someone pick up. Instead of his soft, beautiful voice, I heard a girl's mean, bitter and angry voice.
