This salad is disgusting, lettuce and mango my ass. Tastes more like dead leaves and yellow rubber gloves. I would know, of course, I've eaten them both during games of truth or dare in middle school. How does Festus even make money off this food? I continue pushing around the greens and yellow chunks, paying semi-attention to what the gang was talking about. Beck was trying to give Robbie tips on talking to girls, with Rex throwing in comments here and there, Tori and Andre were discussing some music writing assignment they were working on, the only thing missing from this picture was...

"Jadey!" Cat squealed as the plonked herself right next to me.

"Don't call me that," I said with a slight frown. I could never really get mad at her, she's my best friend, and nobody could get mad at Cat anyway.

"...okay Jadey," she muttered with a slight pout. Fucking pout. Nope. No pouting for Cat. I gave her a little side hug, hoping to cheer her up. It did, and a 100-watt smile appeared in an instant. God, the things I do to make this girl happy.

She squealed and wrapped her arms tight around me and squeezed, hard. I yelled, shoved her off my body and shot up from my seat. Now everyone is staring at me.

"Whoa you okay there Jade?"

"Well what's got Jadey's panties in a twist?" Rex sniggered at me. Goddamn puppet. I swear, one of these days, I'm going to burn it and mix the ashes into a cup of coffee and offer it to Robbie.

All eyes are on me, waiting for a response of sort. A pair of chestnut brown ones stand out from the rest, looking particularly concern and contemplative, like she was trying to put together a mystery 1000 piece puzzle, but only had a 100 pieces. I can't have her figuring things out. No. Anything but this.

"Never say that word again, and how would you know I've even got those...things on anyway?" I grab Robbie's box of fries and storm off, back into the school building.

"Hey! I wasn't done with those!"

Well, now you are.

I lock the door of the janitors closet and slide down against it. Fuck, my arms are throbbing. Imagine that last night, I stabbed you in the upper arm with scissors and that 2 minutes ago, the Hulk made an appearance and squeezed them as tight as he possibly could. Good, now you know how I feel.

I fish out a bottle of ointment from my bag and massage it onto my arms. Slowly munching on Robbie's fries, I sit there in silence, waiting for lunch to be over, and for the ointment to set in.

Fuck, I've had enough for today. Maybe I should just head home and and sleep everything off. Or float around in the hot tub.

No. I can't do that. That would make my little scene during lunch seem even more suspicious, and then Vega would probably start asking questions and never leave me alone.

I stand up and brush myself off, checking myself in the mirror in the corner of the small room.

"Come on, you can do this. You're the best actor in this goddamn school. Put on a show for everyone. Now put on that famous Jade West smirk and walk out that door and into the halls like you own it."

And there goes the bell, just in time.

And that's it for the third chapter, hope y'all enjoyed it. The number of hits on this story makes me kinda nervous, never had so much attention on my writing before, and I really don't wanna disappoint you guys. Leave a review if you have any ideas, suggestions or comments. Love you guys, even the haters. Especially the haters. :)