"Hi guys," Mary Anne smiled as she dropped into a chair at the lunch table.
"How was the date?" Claudia asked between bites of her spaghetti.
Mary Anne opened up her lunch sack and pulled out a peanut butter and banana sandwich. "Don't even ask," she sighed rolling her eyes.
"That bad?" Stacey said in a disappointed voice. "I'm sorry Mary Anne. He seemed like such a nice guy. What happened?"
Mary Anne proceeded to tell them about what a self absorbed jerk Ian was and how the evening was a total bust.
"Well, I didn't want to say I told you so," Kristy said crunching on an apple. "But … I told you so. You've only been broken up a short while, Mary Anne. Why rush into things?"
"She's hardly rushing into things, Kristy," Dawn said. "It was one date."
"I agree," Stacey remarked. "What's the harm in having a little fun? You don't exactly see Logan sitting around pining for the relationship, do you?" Stacey pointed across the cafeteria to Cokie gazing into Logan's eyes and running her hand up his thigh.
"Oh gag me," Claudia spat. "I think I'm going to lose my lunch." She pushed her lunch tray away from her and said, "You really are better off without Logan, Mary Anne."
"Seriously, I can't believe how weird he's acting," Kristy said. "I thought we all knew him so well. I never expected him to go so low as this. I mean…Cokie?!"
"I know guys. It is weird. But I'm sick and tired of thinking about Logan and trying to analyze what's happened," Mary Anne stuffed her crusts into her paper lunch sack. "Besides, I've got a serious history paper to work on and I'd better get to the library and try to get some research done in these last few minutes of lunch. I'll see you all later."
"Bye Mary Anne," her friends called out.
Mary Anne tossed her lunch sack into the trash can and went out into the hall towards her locker. She needed to pick up her history book and dump off her other books. Twirling the dial of her locker, she clicked it open and found a small piece of paper folded up and stuffed into the vents. Thinking it was odd none of her friends mentioned leaving her a note, she opened it up and began to read.
"MARY ANNE. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A MISTAKE YOU'VE MADE. YOU'LL BE SORRY!"
