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"Hey cutie, why don't you sit at my table today? I'd be happy to have you."
I rolled my eyes. Man, would he never leave me alone? If you're wondering, I'm the girl with short, black hair standing in front of the hairy ape thing. No, it's not the recent chemistry lab experiment gone wrong, it's just Trevor, the first class jock of the school, classification, stupid. Oh, how I loathe him. He had asked me to sit with him at lunch every day since I had moved here from Demseoat, Alabama. I think the brainless one likes me because standing beside me makes him feel even taller than his six foot two, oh-look-I'm-inside-a-cloud height. No wonder, I'm only four foot eleven. I come from a very short family.
"Trevor, darlin, I'll eat worms before I sit with you." I replied, allowing a dangerous smile to cross my face. Mr. Smart stared at me for a few seconds and then laughed.
"Very funny Jay-jay, that's why I like you. You've got a great sense of humor." He replied, standing up and moving away from his table. His football buddies grinned stupidly. Sports people, ugh. They move in packs, preying on the weaker students who aren't as popular as them just because they didn't make the team or have no interest in chasing a dried-up pigskin around a muddy field. Trevor moved towards me and took my lunch tray, setting it down on -his- table. I glared at him with what I hoped was an ice-cold look.
"Look, football freak, I ain't sittin with you. Read my pale, pink lips. I. Do. Not. Like. You. Got it?" I grabbed my plate up and stormed away. When I came to the table where my friend Bliss was sitting, I slammed the plastic tray down, making the green peas fly into the air like miniature missiles. Bliss glanced up at me with her big, brown eyes and grinned.
"Trevor annoying you again, Country?" she asked, amusement filling her tone. I nodded as I sat down beside her.
"You've no idea." I stated as I picked up an apple and crunching down on it, envisioning it to be Trevor's inflated ego. Bliss shrugged her thin shoulders.
"Really, Jay, you can't let him get to you like this. He's just an annoying idiot." She was telling me as she did every day. I rolled my eyes again and took another mammoth bite out of the apple. Another huge part of his ego gone bye-bye. Seeing that I wasn't paying her any attention, Bliss reached over and snatched the apple from my hand.
"Jayden! Are you getting any of this?!" she asked in an exasperated tone. I nodded idly, only half-hearing what she was saying.
"Sure I get it, kill tha football freak when he's sleepin'. Got it." I grimaced, taking the apple back and crunching down.
"You're hopeless." She sighed, taking a sip of her chocolate milk.
"Yeah, I know." I replied, finishing the apple and throwing the slim core on my plate. I felt better now that Trevor's ego was at a count of zero. Looking up, I gave a groan and buried my head in my arms. Trevor's goon, Terrence, was walking our way. No doubt that he was on a mission given to him from his much-adored leader. I hate the way their names had the same first letter. It's too perfect. Terrence approached our table with a cocky air and sat down beside Bliss, who in turn moved farther down the table.
"Hey ladies, Trevor wants you two to come to our table. You look lonely over here by yourselves." He said, sounding as if every word was fake. Which they were. I gave him a forced smile.
"No thank you, Terrence. Go back to your demi-god and tell him to shove his big, fat pig-face in a manure pile." I snapped, hoping the boy would leave. Not that there are any manure piles in New York. Bliss grinned from behind a half-eaten burger. Terrence gave me a blank look.
"Uh, okay." He mumbled, turning around and heading back towards Trevor who was glaring at me and Bliss. We both cracked up at the stupidity of poor Terrence. Bliss brushed back a stray strand on her dark, brown hair.
"Well, that was interesting." She exclaimed, finishing the last of her burger. I smiled.
"How stupid can they get?" I asked, jerking my head towards the direction Terrence had taken. Bliss shrugged.
"I don't think they get any dumber than Trevor. He's definitely a perfect example of a jock. Though Terrence is a good runner up." She deemed the title on the boy with ease. I smiled. No wonder we were friends, we had basically the same train of thought. We had similar interests too. I took a long look at her, trying to form a mental comparison of her and my best friend from Alabama. Bliss is of Mexican descent where Kelly has an Irish heritage. Bliss' brown hair is long and straight, flowing easily down her back. Kelly's reddish-orange hair is cut around her shoulders and it frizzes terribly. Bliss has tanned skin where Kelly has pale peach. Kelly likes boys while Bliss can't care less. There is one similarity though. Both of them are taller than me. Yay for them. Bliss waved her hand in front of my eyes and I pulled myself out of the daydream quickly.
"Yo, anybody in there?" she asked, grinning.
"No, nobody at all." I muttered sarcastically. She pointed in the direction of Trevor's table.
"Look who's coming to see you, Country." I hate that nickname. I turned my head and then turned it back quickly. It was Trevor. Who would've guessed? Can he not leave me alone for five seconds?! He sauntered over to our table.
"Jay-jay, why won't you come sit with me? Most sophomore girls would love the chance to sit with a senior." Ugh, he was the most repulsive thing in the universe. His bright, blonde hair was burning my eyes from their sockets. His long lashes seemed to pop out and me stick into me like mini- spears. His supposedly perfect, Greek god face was making me want to puke.
"Why don't ya go ask one of them if they'd like it so dang much?" I growled, standing up.
"Because," he leaned down near my ear and blew into it. "I want you to, Jay- jay." Ohhhhh, that was it! I'd had it! With one hand, I reached over and grabbed my carton of chocolate milk. The other I forced into touching the jerk on the arm. I looked up at him, giving the idiot a disarming smile.
"Trevor, darlin', my name ain't Jay-jay, it's Jayden." I proceeded to pour the remainder of my milk down the front of his navy polo shirt. The lunchroom exploded with the laughter of bored teenagers. As I turned to sit back down, I felt Trevor's hand dart out and grab my arm.
"I'm going to get you for this, Jayden. You just wait." He sneered and then stalked out of the cafeteria. I sat back down at the table and grinned at Bliss.
"So, how was your day?" I asked, taking a fork and spearing all the peas on my plate.
Was it an okay first chapter??? I hope!!! ^_^
"Hey cutie, why don't you sit at my table today? I'd be happy to have you."
I rolled my eyes. Man, would he never leave me alone? If you're wondering, I'm the girl with short, black hair standing in front of the hairy ape thing. No, it's not the recent chemistry lab experiment gone wrong, it's just Trevor, the first class jock of the school, classification, stupid. Oh, how I loathe him. He had asked me to sit with him at lunch every day since I had moved here from Demseoat, Alabama. I think the brainless one likes me because standing beside me makes him feel even taller than his six foot two, oh-look-I'm-inside-a-cloud height. No wonder, I'm only four foot eleven. I come from a very short family.
"Trevor, darlin, I'll eat worms before I sit with you." I replied, allowing a dangerous smile to cross my face. Mr. Smart stared at me for a few seconds and then laughed.
"Very funny Jay-jay, that's why I like you. You've got a great sense of humor." He replied, standing up and moving away from his table. His football buddies grinned stupidly. Sports people, ugh. They move in packs, preying on the weaker students who aren't as popular as them just because they didn't make the team or have no interest in chasing a dried-up pigskin around a muddy field. Trevor moved towards me and took my lunch tray, setting it down on -his- table. I glared at him with what I hoped was an ice-cold look.
"Look, football freak, I ain't sittin with you. Read my pale, pink lips. I. Do. Not. Like. You. Got it?" I grabbed my plate up and stormed away. When I came to the table where my friend Bliss was sitting, I slammed the plastic tray down, making the green peas fly into the air like miniature missiles. Bliss glanced up at me with her big, brown eyes and grinned.
"Trevor annoying you again, Country?" she asked, amusement filling her tone. I nodded as I sat down beside her.
"You've no idea." I stated as I picked up an apple and crunching down on it, envisioning it to be Trevor's inflated ego. Bliss shrugged her thin shoulders.
"Really, Jay, you can't let him get to you like this. He's just an annoying idiot." She was telling me as she did every day. I rolled my eyes again and took another mammoth bite out of the apple. Another huge part of his ego gone bye-bye. Seeing that I wasn't paying her any attention, Bliss reached over and snatched the apple from my hand.
"Jayden! Are you getting any of this?!" she asked in an exasperated tone. I nodded idly, only half-hearing what she was saying.
"Sure I get it, kill tha football freak when he's sleepin'. Got it." I grimaced, taking the apple back and crunching down.
"You're hopeless." She sighed, taking a sip of her chocolate milk.
"Yeah, I know." I replied, finishing the apple and throwing the slim core on my plate. I felt better now that Trevor's ego was at a count of zero. Looking up, I gave a groan and buried my head in my arms. Trevor's goon, Terrence, was walking our way. No doubt that he was on a mission given to him from his much-adored leader. I hate the way their names had the same first letter. It's too perfect. Terrence approached our table with a cocky air and sat down beside Bliss, who in turn moved farther down the table.
"Hey ladies, Trevor wants you two to come to our table. You look lonely over here by yourselves." He said, sounding as if every word was fake. Which they were. I gave him a forced smile.
"No thank you, Terrence. Go back to your demi-god and tell him to shove his big, fat pig-face in a manure pile." I snapped, hoping the boy would leave. Not that there are any manure piles in New York. Bliss grinned from behind a half-eaten burger. Terrence gave me a blank look.
"Uh, okay." He mumbled, turning around and heading back towards Trevor who was glaring at me and Bliss. We both cracked up at the stupidity of poor Terrence. Bliss brushed back a stray strand on her dark, brown hair.
"Well, that was interesting." She exclaimed, finishing the last of her burger. I smiled.
"How stupid can they get?" I asked, jerking my head towards the direction Terrence had taken. Bliss shrugged.
"I don't think they get any dumber than Trevor. He's definitely a perfect example of a jock. Though Terrence is a good runner up." She deemed the title on the boy with ease. I smiled. No wonder we were friends, we had basically the same train of thought. We had similar interests too. I took a long look at her, trying to form a mental comparison of her and my best friend from Alabama. Bliss is of Mexican descent where Kelly has an Irish heritage. Bliss' brown hair is long and straight, flowing easily down her back. Kelly's reddish-orange hair is cut around her shoulders and it frizzes terribly. Bliss has tanned skin where Kelly has pale peach. Kelly likes boys while Bliss can't care less. There is one similarity though. Both of them are taller than me. Yay for them. Bliss waved her hand in front of my eyes and I pulled myself out of the daydream quickly.
"Yo, anybody in there?" she asked, grinning.
"No, nobody at all." I muttered sarcastically. She pointed in the direction of Trevor's table.
"Look who's coming to see you, Country." I hate that nickname. I turned my head and then turned it back quickly. It was Trevor. Who would've guessed? Can he not leave me alone for five seconds?! He sauntered over to our table.
"Jay-jay, why won't you come sit with me? Most sophomore girls would love the chance to sit with a senior." Ugh, he was the most repulsive thing in the universe. His bright, blonde hair was burning my eyes from their sockets. His long lashes seemed to pop out and me stick into me like mini- spears. His supposedly perfect, Greek god face was making me want to puke.
"Why don't ya go ask one of them if they'd like it so dang much?" I growled, standing up.
"Because," he leaned down near my ear and blew into it. "I want you to, Jay- jay." Ohhhhh, that was it! I'd had it! With one hand, I reached over and grabbed my carton of chocolate milk. The other I forced into touching the jerk on the arm. I looked up at him, giving the idiot a disarming smile.
"Trevor, darlin', my name ain't Jay-jay, it's Jayden." I proceeded to pour the remainder of my milk down the front of his navy polo shirt. The lunchroom exploded with the laughter of bored teenagers. As I turned to sit back down, I felt Trevor's hand dart out and grab my arm.
"I'm going to get you for this, Jayden. You just wait." He sneered and then stalked out of the cafeteria. I sat back down at the table and grinned at Bliss.
"So, how was your day?" I asked, taking a fork and spearing all the peas on my plate.
Was it an okay first chapter??? I hope!!! ^_^