*April P.O.V.*
*Three days later *
"April I don't know about this."
"Donnie! Don't get cold feet on me now!"
"Maybe we should plan this through a little more before-"
"We've been planning for three days. And Mikey has been back to see that girl twice in that amount of time. Do you really want to wait longer?"
"I mean, I suppose not-"
"Good! We can do this!" I yell into the little microphone tucked into the side material of my yellow jacket. It's one of the most hip jackets I own. The word 'Bubblebee,' is printed in the back, the letters outlined with rhinestones. The material is soft and fuzzy, yet it still hugs my frame nicely. I'm wearing a blond wig that looks surprisingly realistic on me. Probably because I already have the crazy light skin and blue eyes that go with blonds. I'm going for a popular look so I have tight jeans on and simple black shoes that actually aren't tennis shoes. A big step for me. Even in flats the shoes feel constricting. There's no way I'll be running very fast in these. But from what I've heard about this Angel chick from Donnie she knows her way around a wardrobe. Not that I don't. I just choose not to care that much most of the time. My style is meant to not be that stylish.
But that'll have to change for today.
The plan is simple. I disguise myself as a new girl in Angel's high school. I'll sneak onto the grounds. Hide in the bathroom until lunch break. And then ask to join her table for lunch to see what I can find out about this so called 'rapping goddess.'
Mikey's words not mine.
Turns out our high schools are actually popular rivals for most of our sport games, so I've heard a bit about her high school from the rumor mill at mine. But most of the rumors I've heard aren't very nice ones. Not that that actually says much about the high school, rival schools tends to exaggerate.
But what I do know is that the teachers and grades here aren't rated as high as my high school. But really there are way worse high schools in New York.
Now as for the rumored knife fights and drug trafficking, that I'm not so sure of. There are rumors about that for every high school.
Either way we have it all planned out! Donnie, in all his intellectual coolness, made me a fake student I.D. Complete with a picture of me in my little disguise, and really once I had the I.D. not much else had to be done. I say sneak but really all I'll have to do is calmly walk onto campus. Hide in the bathroom for a long time. Then eat some lunch.
Hiding in the bathroom for that long will be boring but I'll have books, homework, and my phone to keep me busy.
Donnie sent a spy roach out yesterday to find out when Angel has her lunch and where. I reassured him that most high schoolers are very territorial about their lunch tables are will usually eat in the same spot every day.
See? The plan itself is easy. I don't even know why Donnie is complaining. I'm the one who should be nervous here! And I am, because let me just say Angel's friends are popular. Like really popular! I don't mean the, they-look-good-but-seem-mean, popular. No, I can tell her friends are the I'm-so-nice-and-your-class-president kind of popular.
Through the lens of a cyborg cockroach, I spied on her friends as they made hilarious jokes, talked about their favorite sports, wore gorgeously put together outfits, and rapped to each other as if all of them should be on a T.V. show. And really all of them seemed so nice.
These are the kind of kids at my own school that I can never talk to and can never get along with, yet I'll still like them as they pump the crowed up at pep rallies and such.
But that's not me?! How am I supposed to fit in with these people!?
But it's alright, I have to do this. For Mikey! This girl could be a real threat. And no matter how nice she seems I need to find out if she can be trusted. Then maybe Donnie will finally be able to convince Mikey to confess to Leo and Raph about Angel.
For some reason, probably due to Donnie's terrible acting ability, Donnie is the only one getting weird glances and strange questions. Leo and Raph aren't dumb, they know something's up. But they are going after the wrong brother.
So this is a mission. And I'll never back down from a mission!
I shift my position on the floor of the largest stall in the woman's bathroom. It's actually a pretty large bathroom, right next to the gymnasium, and the closest one to the ballroom of tables where Angel will hopefully be sitting in just a few minutes with her friends.
I rub my butt with my free hand, the one not absently shifting through my songs in my phone. I've been sitting in the same position for way to long. I can feel my bottom starting to go numb. I've been in here for so long that I don't even tense up anymore when another fellow girl comes in to use the restroom. I just trudge on, doing my homework or whatever.
At least Donnie was there to talk to whenever there wasn't a girl in here. It's always fun to talk to Donnie. Especially these last two weeks. I think he's finally over me. He's finally given up. I'm actually really relieved. And I'm so glad that it hasn't affected our friendship.
His crush was ignorable at first and even kind of cute sometimes. But after a while it got annoying. And then worse, it became kind of scary. He was so completely, utterly, just plain into me. It got to the point that I used to think that if I ever rejected him that he wouldn't ever be able to function the same around me again.
In the end I never rejected him, not really. I just got together with Casey and that was that. I was taken. It seems a bit cowardly, never truly rejecting him. But hey he never truly confessed to me so….
*BIIIING* *BIIIIING* *BIIIIING*
FINALLY!
"That must be the first lunch bell," Donnie informs me unnecessarily through the microphone.
"Yeah, time to do this," I say picking up my backpack and opening the stall with newfound excitement.
"Right, just be careful April. You aren't actually part of the system here. Make sure you have your wig on straight."
I snicker loudly into the mic. "System? This isn't a jail Donnie, it's just a school, you know, for children."
"teenagers."
"No Donnie, trust me, they're just a bunch of big children."
"Oh."
I exit the bathroom like I own the place. What's one high school to another anyways? This will be a snap! I don't have to walk for long before teenagers surround me and practically push me along with them as we move bumper to bumper towards the cafeteria. Its slow moving and I have a sneaky suspicion that Donnie picked the most populated building on campus for me to hide out in.
By the time I make it through traffic and into the cafeteria the place is already crowded. Which is actually better for me, this way Angel is probably already at her table-
And there we go! She looks just like the girl on that photo Donnie's took with his T-phone. That has to be her. For the second day in a row she is sitting at the same table, one centered in the mist of twenty or so other tables, all sporting their own little colony of teenagers eating their lunch.
….Wow, she is pretty, even prettier than she looks in Donnie's darkened picture. Her hair is dark, puffy, wild, and somehow very tame looking. She obviously went to town on her head with a hairdryer and some hairspray to get it to stay perfectly puffed. I can't be sure through her giant waves, but I think she has two hair ties in to make it a sort of pigtail. It's hard to tell through all the poof. Her skin is darkened with something. I'd almost like to call her African American. But I think that there is something else in her.
Even her clothes look good. She's in some sporting simple dark blue jeans and a black shirt that hugs her body. Rhinestones, similar to the ones on the back of my own jacket, decorate the top of her shirt, right above her curvy breasts.
The only flaw I can see in her is her face. It looks just a little too young for the rest of her body. But I watch her laugh as I approach. I watch her smile. And she does it with her whole being.
Something I've never been good at.
Ah man, let's fess up April. Someone's a little jealous.
Oh whatever, I have a job to do. And this is a mission. Sappy overdramatic smiles aren't enough to win me over!
I keep walking, until I'm close enough to the table that the boy directly on Angel's right turns towards me, acknowledging my presence.
Oh boy, he is cute.
Black hair, blue eyes.
That combination shouldn't be legal!
"Heee-," I stop and gulp clearing my throat loudly, "Hi, I'm April, sorry I'm new here, and I was wondering if I could just um, sit with you guys."
I try to not only look at the blue eyed boy and to look around at everyone at the table, including Angel. I really did try, but I have a feeling my eyes betrayed me and flicked over to him one to many times.
Them eyes though.
Surprisingly it was Angel who answers "Oh no problem, have a seat." She says this with a smile on her face and humor in her eyes.
Everyone at the table gave each other knowing looks and immediately moved for me, in a ripple like effect all of them scooted around the circular table until there was enough room for me.
Right beside the blue eyed boy.
Oh goody.
Overall there were three girls and two boys at the table. Angel and a blond Goth looking girl sat side by side next to blue eyes. From the way they were casually touching thighs and elbows they were probably best friends. On the other side of Angel was my apparent little crush. Across from him sat another beefy boy with a square jaw and cropped hair. It was clear from the winks and clicking noising coming out of this one's mouth as he looked at blue eyes that he thought himself funny.
And he kind of was. Those winks looked ridiculous.
One arm wrapped around the big guy was a skinny girl with hair to straight and skin to pale. Her facial features suggest that she has some Asian in her, but other than that it's hard to say. She had hoops half the size of the bottom half of her head in her ears, and fashionable baggy clothes on her body. She must be beef boy's girlfriend, though how such a small girl and a big guy could have sex is beyond me.
Not that they're having sex, no judgment here, they seem like great people.
I wiggle myself into the open seat mumbling my thanks. It's clear that my purpose here is thought to be blue eyes. And from the subtle silent jokes from the others I'd guess that not only are they enjoying this but it has happened before. Blue eyes is blushing almost as deeply as I am.
Whatever, how hard it must be to be so damn hot.
But I'm not going to get any good information by being a hapless starry eyed lover, time to create some fun personality.
"So where did you move from April?" asks the Goth girl next to Angel. She had a high voice with a tone that just screamed, well girl.
Alright, here we go.
"Australia. My parents decided to move there for a few years."
That got their attention. All five of them immediately perked up from the food that they were about to continue consuming at the thought of just another boring life story explanation.
Gotcha.
"Australia really? Isn't it like, really hot there?" asks Angel, perhaps staring at me with the widest eyes.
Heh.
"Oh yeah it's really hot there, but I lived next to a beach so I didn't mind. In fact I lived only ten minutes away from Rainbow Beach," I continue waving one hand in the air for emphases.
Blue eyes is now looking at me completely and I have to work to not look up at him.
I fail.
"Rainbow Beach?" he questions.
I swallow a gulp and force myself to lean closer to everyone else. One of my elbows was now rested on the table as I schooled myself to look and sound conspiratorial. "Well you guys know of black sand beaches and pink sand beaches right?"
"No," Beef boy says.
"I've heard of them," says the Goth girl "I told you about the black sand beach once remember Angel?"
"Oh yeah, I remember that."
"Well anyways," I say "Rainbow beach is like that, except the sand will only look rainbow during sunset. It looks beautiful honestly. I used to watch it change colors all the time."
"Oh wow really?" exclaims beef boy's girlfriend.
"Dude I want to see that," Angel says smiling.
All of their eyes look glazed over in thought at the prospect of rainbow sand.
As if there could be such a thing.
"Are you sure the sand really turns rainbow every night?" asks Goth girl.
Dang.
Angel nudges her friend affectionately and reaches over for one of her fries "Martha girl there are lots of strange things in this world that can't be explained. It's probably just has something to do with the light."
Oh I just bet there are some strange things in your world Angel.
"Hey I'm not saying she's lying, I'm just curious. I mean those lights in Canada don't happen every night," Martha says trying to backtrack back onto her friends page.
"So what do people wear in Australia? Is it different than here?" asks the girlfriend.
"I hear that in England right now it's popular to have spiky hair," that Martha girl adds in.
"What, no that's just a rumor, they're more into plaid right now," Angel insists.
Aw yay, cloths talk. Well, might as well have some fun.
"In Australia they're into feathers, red, yellow, blue, chicken, and peacock feathers. Even their underwear will have feathers."
I hear Donnie snort from the microphone on my jacket.
We spend the rest of lunch talking about random things. And by random I meant my admittedly over the top fake facts about Australia.
I really should actually go there one day.
Finally the bell rings and immediately I move to follow Angel to her next class. I walk with Martha and Angel as they move away from the others. We don't have to walk far, for their next class turns out to be right next to the bathroom that I was hiding in earlier.
Ofcourse it is.
With the excuse that my next class was the one right next door I stay with them outside of their door so that we can talk before the final bell demands that the girls actually enter the classroom.
They both smile at me.
And then start talking about cloths.
…Ok I'm not getting anywhere like this.
"Angel can I borrow your phone?" I ask sweetly. "I need to call my mom real fast, first day of school and all."
The girls stop talking and look at me strangely at my abrupt question. I suppose it is a little suspicious that I specifically asked for Angel's phone. But what can you do. I doubt high schoolers are going to think anything of it.
"Sure that's fine, but be fast we only have what? Two minutes before the bell rings," Angel warns before expertly pulling out her rather large black phone from her pocket and with a flip of her wrist handing it out towards me.
I fight not to snatch the thing from her hands and take it gently.
This is it, the last part of the plan. Yeah she sounded a little suspicious at lunch, but with this I'll be able to tell if she really has put my friends in danger yet. I tap the screen of her phone twice to unlock it. I immediately start to push my thumb into the little smiling icon that holds her texts.
…..When I notice her background.
Honestly I expected her background to be some sort of random hot rapper that I've never seen or heard about. Or maybe just a picture of the stars in the sky.
But there's just no mistaking that green. I've been around it for too long. Her background was a green beady eyed little turtle.
"… Why do you have a turtle as your background?" I ask my eyes never leaving her screen.
Angel leans over examining the picture for herself, as if she needs a reminder or something. "Girl I just love turtles! Turtles are my friends, hell they're everyone's friends!" She says smiling.
Just smiling!
Just what does she think she is trying to pull? Is she trying to be cute? Does she think this is cute! That the safety of the guys, of Mikey! Is just some kind of stupid game!?
How dare she! How dare she smile!
"Yeah real cute," I say sarcastically and with plenty of hate. "I gotta go, see you later, Angel." I say shoving the phone back into her hands and walking away with my nose in the air and a whole lot of fire in my eyes.
Just wait till Donnie hears about this!