Ch 2

"I still can't believe you got voted assistant," Sherrilyn said for the third time that day.

"It is pretty jolly," I agreed.

"And out of the blue," Dorothy (a freshman cheerleader added. "But I'm happy you got it. You deserve it more than anyone."

"Thanks that means a lot. I didn't think I was going to get it."

"Why not?" Jaime asked me. "You're always at every meeting or practice and you know how to do a ton of gymnastic stunts." I picked up the lunch tray before I answered.

"But I'm not heavily liked." Stephanie made a snort sound. Betsy didn't have lunch this period, so the only person she could and would eat with is us. She was too good for the other girls who were her type since she was a cheerleader.

"You have lots of talent though. That's what we care about." I was about to thank her when a voice spoke from behind me.

"Wanna know what I'm about?" I turned to see a guy with black shoulder length hair and a white T-Shirt that emphasized his muscular chest. Jaime gave me a questioning look. I shrugged to let her know that I had no idea who this person was.

I ignored the guy and put food on my tray. Since my parents didn't make a lot of money the school gave me and my brothers a certain amount of cash to spend on food each week. Sometimes it was nice to eat in the lunchroom. Sometimes the spoiled kids picked fights with the poorer kids. Sometimes my kind mistook me for the type my friends were.

"So when exactly is the football banquet?"

"The week between Prom and the Senior vs. Juniors game," Sherrilyn answered me.

"Oh, is Cinderella going to the ball?" I turned my head to face the jerk behind me.

"Why don't you shut it before you get it shut for you?" The guy looked surprised that I said what I did.

"You going to shut it for me?"

"Get lost," Jaime told him as she pulled me to the regular lunch line. I was suppose to be in the other because they had the paperwork that said I got free lunch.

"Jaime I…"

"Need to stay here," she finished for me. "You think I'm gonna let you in that line with that hood. I'll pay for you."

"Jaime come on…"

"Kit, don't argue." She watched him get into the other line. "Golly does he ever look scary."

"Probably runs around with that Dallas Winston," Dorothy added.

"Dally isn't scary." Three pairs of eyes looked at me.

Dallas was one of the most feared "hoodlums" known by them. He was known through out the school even though he was a freshman like me. He actually fought a really rich Senior last month and took the guy's class ring. It was the other guys fault for thinking Dally would allow himself to be beaten up. He was one of the guys in Darry's "gang" as my mother called it. He was one of the four guys my brothers grew up with. He was family and was actually a great guy when you had the chance to get to know him.

"He's a greaser!" Stephanie yelled disgusted. People stared at her and I did too in shock.

"He's a better person than you'll ever be," I snapped as Jaime paid for my food. We walked towards the table but a voice made me stop.

"Should've known you were one of Dallas' broads," the guy from before said. I turned around and the guy looked over my body without shame. "Don't know why he waste his time with Silva as his official girlfriend over you. What a waste."

"What the hell is your problem? Are you always this idiotic?"

"Why you scared, baby?" I looked past him to the table where Soda and the gang ate lunch at. It was empty which meant they were probably at the store. I was on my own.

"I've seen kids scarier than you." He took a step towards me and looked like he wanted to hit me. I felt someone behind me, but kept my attention on the guy in front of me. I watched his face tense.

"Hey Darry. I didn't realize she was your girl."

"Come on Kit," Darry said pushing me away from the guy. Darry turned and looked back at the guy. "Oh, and stay the hell away from my sister, Brendan." I looked to see the guy's reaction and saw him looking me over, again.

"See you around, Kit." Darry gave me a shove and I saw he was fuming mad.

"Who is he?" I asked Darry a bit worried.

"New kid from Boston. He got expelled for bring a heater to school and shooting a kid in the kneecap."

"Jeepers," I answered. When I realized where we were going to eat I freaked. "Darry are you kidding?"

"Kit you know if the gang was he…"

"It's fine." Darry usually sat at the senior Jock table. No underclassman was suppose to sit there unless invited. Darry usually made me sit there if the gang wasn't there and trouble was brewing.

"You okay, Kit?" Christie asked when we approached the table. I nodded and noticed Harry (who sat next to Paul) along with the rest of the table slid down a seat to make room. Paul moved over one as well to open a seat for me between him and Darry.

"Thanks guys," I said as I took the seat.

"What was he saying?" Paul asked me. He shifted himself so he could look right at me.

"Just some super dumb stuff," I answered. "He actually suggested I was a person's mistress." I went to take a bite of my burger but stopped. I had lost my appetite because of the jerk.

"Let me know if he bothers you again, will yea." I smiled at my brother's friend.

"Thanks, Paul, I will." He smiled at me and I looked down at my food to hide a blush. I really didn't want to eat. Darry most have noticed because he said something about it.

"You sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm just not hungry. I feel really bad about since Jaime paid for it." I noticed Darry's face and explained before he could say something. "She didn't want me to go in the other line that the guy was in. She actually pulled me in line with her."

"Well then there is no reason you should waste the piece of cake," Christie told me in her cheerful voice with a wink from Darry's other side. I smiled at her.

"Except for the amount of calories," Suzy (Sherry's red head sister) said. Christie rolled her eyes and I had to cover my mouth to suppress my laughter. I took a bite of my cake. I (like my brothers) enjoyed chocolate cake, but unlike my brothers I didn't really love it. I preferred Vanilla at times which they couldn't stand.

"So, Darrell, you still think your 'gang' can beat us at football?" Harry asked.

"I still think we can," Darry replied as he took a bite of my cake. I gave him a slight glare, but he didn't see it. Christie saw it and lowered her head so the others couldn't see that she laughed.

"So let's play this Saturday," Harry suggested. "You have seven people, right?" Darry was about to answer, but I cut him off.

"We actually have six this weekend. Our youngest brother is going to a Science Faire at the University of Oklahoma with our parents." It looked like a light bulb was going off in Darry's head. He (as per usual) had forgotten about Pony's plans.

"Bash at Darry's," Tom announced as the bell rung.

"You show up with a keg and I'll slam the door in your face," I threatened as I gathered my things.

"You want me to walk you?" Paul asked. "My class is down the hall from yours."

"And around the corner," I added. "Thanks but I'll be fine in my next class."

"You have homeroom, right?" Darry asked me.

"Yep."

"I got practice after school."

"I'll be fine Darrell." I said my goodbyes and headed to my next class where I knew I would be safe. I'd be in the class with my boys minus my preppy brother Darry.