Octavian Country Day High
Lunchroom
September 25
12:15 p.m.
"And then he says "Throw the ones who aren't crazy already, don't waste your time"!"
Layne Abeley and Syd Martinez cracked up laughing at Cara Whitman's joke, holding their bellies. Layne punched the table, now silently laughing. Claire Llyons smiled sadly, but she couldn't laugh along. She looked around the High School lunchroom. It was just as elegant as the hallways were, but different. The floor was polished wood, and the walls were a creamy white. Two chandeliers hanged from the wooden roof, and the tables were white marble, each with a red flower by one of the seats. While she observed the room, her blue eyes landed on Cam Fisher, her ex-boyfriend. She put her spoon down, sighing, running a hand through her blonde hair, while resisting the urge to cry. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned around to face her best friend.
"Claire, there are more romances to come, and more heartbreaks to come. This one is over, you have to let go," Layne soothed.
"I know," Claire whispered, feeling her eyes watering. She missed Cam's one blue eye and one green eye so much, his jet black hair, and his warm smile. The feeling of his old leather jacket, the feeling of his hand intertwined with hers-
"On and off relationships are unhealthy. Too much drama," Syd said, her mouth full of hamburger. Cara frowned, and kicked her under the table. Syd let out an Ow and bitten hamburger landed all over the table.
"Eww," Layne giggled. She turned to Claire with a small smile on her face. "Claire, look at me."
Claire looked up at her best friend, and Layne sighed.
"Do I have something in my teeth," she joked, bearing her teeth.
Cara and Syd burst out laughing, and Claire giggled, "Isn't that what Selena Gomez told Demi Lovato in one of her crazy Bff videos?"
"Yup," Layne nodded, "I can't believe they are not friends anymore."
Claire looked down, nodding. It is possible Claire thought. That was exactly what happened with her and the Pretty Committee, her former friends. One moment they were Bffs, the next, enemies. If Massie hadn't asked her to upgrade her crush…Claire sighed. Would she still be friends with them? Claire shook that thought away. She would never ever want to be friends with them again. What they had done to her…even if they didn't realize they had done anything to her that summer, they had. Or at least, one of them had.
The wooden lunchroom doors opened, interrupting Claire's thinking, and the Pretty Committee walked in. Claire rolled her eyes. The Queens of Gossip are here. Claire and her friends observed them, along with half of the lunchroom. They walked all serious and model-like. Claire already expected them to sit on their table, and spat at everyone, but they didn't. She tilted her head in confusion as the P.C. passed by Table 18, their table, without a glance.
"What's up with that," Syd asked.
Layne and Cara shrugged, still watching. Claire narrowed her eyes, and then widened them as she realized where they were headed to. Massie was looking straight ahead, at Table 20, where Derrick Harrington, Cam Fisher, Josh Hotz, Kemp Hurley, Chris Plovert and Dempsey Solomon, or the ex-HARTs, as the P.C. called them, ate. Where her ex-boyfriend ate.
Layne shook Claire's shoulder, "They are looking at Cam!"
Claire, alarmed, looked at Massie. Certainly, her amber eyes were glued to Cam's head, and so were Alicia's, Dylan's and Kristen's. They stopped right behind the ex-HARTs, and the whole lunchroom went silent. Not a single breath was heard. Claire felt herself tense. The boys were still oblivious of the attention they had drawn, and were laughing at gross jokes. Claire noticed that Kristen had a grossed out look while she watched Kemp and Chris eating their ravioli messily. She then adverted her eyes over to Cam, and they stayed there. Claire wanted to stand up, and tackle the P.C. down, but she stayed glued to the seat. Dempsey sensed the tension, and looked up. His cheeks turned bright red as he looked at Kristen, his ex-girlfriend. Claire smirked. He probably still liked her. The rest of the boys looked at Dempsey's smitten expression, and then at the P.C. with a start.
"Block! Gregory! Rivera! Marvil! Nice to see you," Derrick chuckled nervously, "What do you girls want?"
"Not you, Derrington, we want to see Cam," Massie replied, sternly.
Derrick frowned at his old nickname, and nudged Cam, who was munching ravioli. He gulped it down, and looked at the girls, then at the rest of the room. Massie pretended that she had just noticed that everybody was looking at them, and nudged Dylan, who nodded. Dylan turned around, looking meaner than ever, and spat "Mind you own business!"
The whole High School, with a start, turned back to look at their own friends, whispering, giggling or simply talking. But Claire kept her eyes glued to the group. Massie's lips started moving, then Dylan's, then Cam's, then Kristen's, then Cam's once again, but Claire couldn't read their lips or hear what they were saying. Then Kristen said something, and the girls nodded. Cam looked at Kristen, his eyes softening, and said something to her. Dylan looked confused, and then her lips moved. Cam replied, and Dylan widened her eyes. Massie smirked and nodded, then turned around to leave, the P.C. following her. Claire couldn't help but feel jealous when Kristen glanced back, and Cam smiled at her. She smiled back, and kept walking. Claire frowned and turned back to look at her group, all feeling of regret about what she was about to do next vanishing away.
"How is the business going on?" Claire asked.
Layne took out a Burberry bag and a MAC bag, smiling deviously.
Dylan sat on Table 18, besides Alicia, and across Massie and Kristen, processing what Cam had just told them. So he broke up with Kuh-laire because she would cancel dates to hang out with an unnamed dude and was acting all "secretive", huh? Naughty Kuh-Laire, Dylan thought. Dylan took a bite out of her taco, swallowed and burped, making her friends giggle, all except Alicia, who looked distracted. Dylan remembered that she didn't even gasp when Cam answered the questions Massie and Kristen asked. Dylan was about to say something when the new lunchroom lady, Nellie, a 25-year-old Venezuelan woman who could easily be a Victoria's Secret model, walked towards them, a chocolate milkshake on her hand. She stopped by their table, and smiled.
"Hello Nellie," Massie greeted, "What brings you here?"
"Bueno, a boy walked towards me and gave me some money, then asked me if I could make him a chocolate milkshake. When I was about to give it to him, he asked me if I could hand it over to this nice, young, lady," Nellie explained, handing Kristen a chocolate milkshake.
"Me?" Kristen said, observing the drink.
Nellie nodded, smiling.
"Who asked you to do it?" Massie asked.
"He wished to remain anonymous. Enjoy your drink, Kristen, now, I have to go," Nellie said. She smiled once more, and left.
When Nellie was out of sight, the girls smiled. "Ehmagawd, who could've done this?" Dylan asked.
Kristen shrugged, her cheeks a pleasant pink.
"What a nice gift, a glass of calories," Massie said, sarcasm dripping out of every letter she pronounced.
"Jealous, much?" Dylan challenged.
Massie narrowed her eyes, "I am nawt jealous!" She then turned to look at the milkshake in front of Kristen.
Kristen was examining the drink; its light brown, chocolaty, creamy content, the pure white whip cream on top, and the bright red, delicious looking cherry on the whip cream. Kristen frowned. "What is that?" she asked, pointing at something under the drink.
"What is whaaaat," Dylan burped.
Kristen raised the glass, and her eyes widened. She snatched an envelope that was taped under the glass with the word Kristen, and paled.
"Is the handwriting from an LBR you know?" Massie whispered.
Kristen shook her head, "I-I"
"What?" Dylan and Massie asked in unison. Kristen looked up at them, her aqua eyes filled with terror. Dylan started thinking the worst. Someone is leaving a kidnapping threat! Or a death threat! Or worst…someone is threatening to spill cheap juice on Kristen's new Juicy Couture top! Dylan gasped, her eyes widening the shape of round saucers.
"Someone is impersonating 'A' and is going to stalk me!" Kristen exclaimed.
Dylan and Massie looked at Kristen blankly.
"What are you talking about?" Massie asked.
"You know Pretty Little Liars? I think someone is impersonating 'A', the person who stalked the girls in the books, and is now targeting me," Kristen explained nervously.
"You should change your screen name from sexyxportsbabe to paranoidbookworm!" Dylan said, shaking her head.
Massie groaned, rolling her eyes.
"Sorry, but I spent the whole night yesterday reading Wanted," Kristen smiled sheepishly.
"What are you reading now?" Dylan asked, twirling a strand of red hair around her finger.
"Nothing childish," Kristen said rapidly.
"Is it the tenth book of the 39 Clues?" Massie demanded, staring at Kristen.
Kristen squirmed under Massie's stern look "It is entertaining, and it is not childish. Just…short."
"Whatev. Let's just concentrate on the envelope," Massie said, looking at the white thing on Kristen's hands.
Kristen nodded, and opened it carefully. She peaked inside the envelope, and got out a small, white, piece of paper. She frowned and unfolded it. After reading it, she blushed.
"What is it? Read it!" Dylan exclaimed in a demanding way. Massie nodded, her eyes looking hungry with curiosity.
Kristen cleared her throat, "With the start of each new day, I find myself thinking of you. In the middle of class, my mind wanders, and I think of you. Out of nowhere I see your smile, and hear your laugh, and I think of you. Life is beautiful now, because I fell for you. Love, Your Secret Admirer. P.S. Hope you enjoy your milkshake, every time I stare at you in class, I see you doodling one."
"Ehmagawd!" Massie exclaimed, while Dylan squealed. Kristen smiled, and once again blushed. Massie smiled, and took the letter from Kristen's hands, and read it again, placing her hand on her chest. She gave it back to Kristen and smiled at her.
"You doodle milkshakes?"
Massie and Kristen looked up, frowning, and Dylan turned around. She sighed, clearly annoyed.
"Ehma-annoying! Don't eavesdrop, Kuh-Laire," Massie whined.
"Sorry, I couldn't help it," Claire explained sheepishly. Her blue eyes looked at Alicia, who was staring at the table, without blinking.
"Leesh? Are you in a trance?" Kristen asked.
"You haven't even whispered a word," Massie said, annoyed.
Alicia jumped up and looked at Claire then at her friends. "Sorry, gotta go. See you later, girls."
Alicia stood up and left, leaving the girls with confused faces. Claire looked at Alicia, excused herself, and followed. Massie gaped in the direction Claire was going, then looked back again at her friends.
"Talk about weird," Kristen murmured.
"Something is def going on," Massie said.
Kristen nodded, and Dylan couldn't help but wonder if this was somehow related to what they were talking about this morning. Could Alicia betray them once again? She had already tried to in the past, and sometimes, things never change.
As if reading her thoughts, Massie suggested, "I think we should keep our eyes on Layne, Kuh-Laire and Leesh."
Kristen frowned, "I am sure Claire and Layne are plotting against us, now. If Alicia is in, then she must be giving the LBRs inside information."
"I couldn't agree more," Dylan replied.
Massie was still looking at the lunchroom's doors, then she suddenly blurted out, "Something is going on, and I will find out. See you guys in English."
Massie rose, and left, leaving Kristen and Dylan alone. Dylan sighed, looking at her pale hands. I should get a tan, she thought. Then her thoughts wandered back to the Alicia-Claire-Layne dilemma. The only thing that assured Dylan that everything was going to be fine was that she was popular, and that she could bring anyone down.
"Are you gonna drink that?" Dylan asked, pointing at the milkshake.
"Duh," Kristen replied, then lowered her voice to a whisper, "My secret admirer could be watching right now, I don't want to disappoint him."
Dylan smiled and chuckled. "You are such a nicey-pants, now, Kristun."
Kristen smiled back, and sipped her drink.
Maybe it was a gust of wind, a movement or a noise that made Dylan feel the need to turn around. When her red head spun around, she tilted her head. Derrick and Cam were looking at them, or more at Kristen. Derrick whispered something at Cam, who then glanced at Dempsey. Cam turned around to look at Derrick once again. He said something to Derrick that Dylan couldn't hear. But she could read his lips, Nah, he doesn't like her anymore.
"Doesn't like who?" Dylan whispered to herself. She looked up at Cam, who glanced once more at Kristen. He saw the milkshake and smiled. Dylan turned around, looking at Kristen surprised. Would you look at that! Maybe your secret admirer is looking at you, Kristen.
"What?" Kristen asked, looking at Dylan confused. Dylan just chuckled and shook her head. She wasn't about to tell Kristen who she thought her secret admirer might be.
To: Fellow Readers / From: Spy in Disguise / Subject: Author's Note
First of all: I want to reply to all my first reviews, which are from: GlamalinaHeaven, CSIDestiny(thanks for the constructive review, by the way), iheartme104, and thelittlewitchgirl, thank you so much! The first chapters might seem boring, but the action is just starting to build up. You'll start understanding everything as the story develops. Also, thank you for favoriting my story and "suscribing" (thank you to xox jonas xox, who didn't review but did "suscribe"). This chapter seemed kind of rushed, but here is were it all starts. Review please, telling me what you think about it so far, any grammar or spelling mistakes, tell me about them. And if you have any suggestions, message me. I will update next chapter either on Monday or on Tuesday, and the other chapters will follow that same "updating pattern".
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