Aliens and Make Up

I'd met a girl whom I'd thought might be the only intelligent form of life at Herrington High. I saw her in the court yard during lunch. I didn't buy my lunch at the school for three reasons, one: school food is always greasy, two: first and last time I bought school food I found a tooth in it, three: it stinks to high heaven. Well anyway I was lurking out of the building and found her sitting at a table alone reading a book. I decided to come over to her.

"Hello"

"Who the hell are you? Are you some damn preppie?"

"Do I look it" I said a bit angrily.

"Ok, I get your point."

"What are you reading, by the way?

"Invasion of the Pod People."

"Aliens are awesome."

I started to daydream of aliens and spaceships, how fun those things are to read about. I was off in a fantasy until this girl hit me.

"What the hell was that for?"

"What's your name?"

"Like you care."

"Look, two people of our intelligence know what the other is going to pull. Just say your fucking name."

"Karyn Rosado. What's yours?"

"Stokley. So Stan's your cousin or brother?"

"He's my first cousin and he annoys the hell out of me. Let's never speak of him"

Soon a girl came walking towards our table like she had a stick in ass. Her chocolate brown hair swayed when she walked. Her sea green eyes were hidden under all the make up she wore. She looked at me then Stokley.

"Hi there, I'm Delilah Profitt. Welcome to Herrington High."

"Fuck off titt bags" Stokley snapped.

"Stokley, Stokley that is no way to represent your people."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, your friend here is a lesbian."

"Shut up Delilah" Stokley began to raise her voice.

"I guess you didn't find Miss. Right did you?"

"Well, I'm a lesbo" I said shyly.

Delilah looked at me in disgust. I had guessed she didn't want me to be in her little cheerleader club after all. I laughed when she left and Stokley just looked at me like I wasn't playing with a full deck. I had to stop laughing to explain to her that I wasn't a lesbian.

"I love guys to much."

"We are so alike it's funny."

"This is not good for Herrington."

"I know."