"Who's that?"
Shayera looked up from her tray and followed the direction of Diana's head.
There stood the hottest guy ever with a swarm of girls hanging onto his arms. He wore a sharp expensive suite and a dashing face. And to top that, his face had on a hypnotizing grin.
Shayera turned around. Her face solem. "Diana, if you don't want to get hurt, don't go anywhere near him. He's... unstable."
Diana let out a lopsided smile. "Him? Hurting me? You must be kidding."
"I'm serious Diana. He's the biggest jerk in school. He'll make a girl falls for him then throws them out like a toy.
Diana crackled. "I'm not that kind of girl Shayera. Besides, the last time I met him, I almost had the urge to knock him in the face."
Interest sparked in Shayera's eyes. She leaned in closer. "What did he do?"
"Well, the first time he knocked me over." Seeing the lifted eyebrow, Diana amended, "I don't think he saw my face. And yesterday at lunch, we kind of had a little spar in the library."
"Oh please, say anything but the library. I've been in it for hours editing for the newspaper."
"Hi Linda." Diana gave the blond a smile.
"Diana and I've been talking about the famous jerk over there."
"Who? Bruce? Oh isn't he hottest guy ever or what? Oooooooh. Wait 'til you hear this. I haven't put it in the newspaper yet so you guys will be the first to hear it!! Anyway, he, Bruce Wayne, actually got Selina a diamond ring!!! A diamond ring!!!" Linda Parker's voice rose to a squeak.
"They're getting married?" Diana managed to squeeze in.
"Oh Diana, please. Remember who we're talkin-"
"You've heard of Wayne Enterprise? No? Well, Bruce owned it. Seriously, he has more than enough money to give out expensive gifts to his girlfriends." Linda sighed dreamily, "I sure wish I was one of them."
"Don't you already have a boyfriend?" Shayera sounded annoyed.
"Yeah, too bad I already have Wally."
"Yeah, too bad," Shayera emphasized. She leaned back in her chair. "Speaking of the little annoying devil, I really don't get what you see in him."
"Hey!!" Linda stood up immediately. Her angry face suddenly appeared a devilish grin. Se sat down. "Oh? And I, for one, don't get what you see in that soldier boyfriend of yours."
Diana swore she could have seen a blush on Shayera's face.
Shayera opened her mouth to retort, but a softer answer came out than expected, "He's not my boyfriend. And I don't like him."
"Sure, and you ending up in the same ROTC class as John Stewart is purely a coincident," Linda replied nonchalantly.
"I do not like him!!"
"Uh huh, suuuuuure."
Shayera waved her and in exasperation. "Urrrrrrrr. I don't have time for this again." She sniffed. "I'm going," and stomped off with her lunch tray.
Linda gave Diana a wink. "She'd had the longest crush on him over there."
The tall guy carried himself a little too stiff, Diana mused, but he's not bad looking at all. With the sharp features and the muscles showing beneath the haft rolled up sleeves, she could see why her best friend might have an interest in this guy.
For once, she was grateful for Linda's chattering.
The bell rang.
Shayera looked up from her tray and followed the direction of Diana's head.
There stood the hottest guy ever with a swarm of girls hanging onto his arms. He wore a sharp expensive suite and a dashing face. And to top that, his face had on a hypnotizing grin.
Shayera turned around. Her face solem. "Diana, if you don't want to get hurt, don't go anywhere near him. He's... unstable."
Diana let out a lopsided smile. "Him? Hurting me? You must be kidding."
"I'm serious Diana. He's the biggest jerk in school. He'll make a girl falls for him then throws them out like a toy.
Diana crackled. "I'm not that kind of girl Shayera. Besides, the last time I met him, I almost had the urge to knock him in the face."
Interest sparked in Shayera's eyes. She leaned in closer. "What did he do?"
"Well, the first time he knocked me over." Seeing the lifted eyebrow, Diana amended, "I don't think he saw my face. And yesterday at lunch, we kind of had a little spar in the library."
"Oh please, say anything but the library. I've been in it for hours editing for the newspaper."
"Hi Linda." Diana gave the blond a smile.
"Diana and I've been talking about the famous jerk over there."
"Who? Bruce? Oh isn't he hottest guy ever or what? Oooooooh. Wait 'til you hear this. I haven't put it in the newspaper yet so you guys will be the first to hear it!! Anyway, he, Bruce Wayne, actually got Selina a diamond ring!!! A diamond ring!!!" Linda Parker's voice rose to a squeak.
"They're getting married?" Diana managed to squeeze in.
"Oh Diana, please. Remember who we're talkin-"
"You've heard of Wayne Enterprise? No? Well, Bruce owned it. Seriously, he has more than enough money to give out expensive gifts to his girlfriends." Linda sighed dreamily, "I sure wish I was one of them."
"Don't you already have a boyfriend?" Shayera sounded annoyed.
"Yeah, too bad I already have Wally."
"Yeah, too bad," Shayera emphasized. She leaned back in her chair. "Speaking of the little annoying devil, I really don't get what you see in him."
"Hey!!" Linda stood up immediately. Her angry face suddenly appeared a devilish grin. Se sat down. "Oh? And I, for one, don't get what you see in that soldier boyfriend of yours."
Diana swore she could have seen a blush on Shayera's face.
Shayera opened her mouth to retort, but a softer answer came out than expected, "He's not my boyfriend. And I don't like him."
"Sure, and you ending up in the same ROTC class as John Stewart is purely a coincident," Linda replied nonchalantly.
"I do not like him!!"
"Uh huh, suuuuuure."
Shayera waved her and in exasperation. "Urrrrrrrr. I don't have time for this again." She sniffed. "I'm going," and stomped off with her lunch tray.
Linda gave Diana a wink. "She'd had the longest crush on him over there."
The tall guy carried himself a little too stiff, Diana mused, but he's not bad looking at all. With the sharp features and the muscles showing beneath the haft rolled up sleeves, she could see why her best friend might have an interest in this guy.
For once, she was grateful for Linda's chattering.
The bell rang.