Surviving High School: Cliché Cliques
A/N: I'm glad that you guys enjoyed this. Hopefully this will satisfy your ReCe hunger.
Chapter 2: Welcome to Hell
It's lunch time and I refuse to eat in the cafeteria filled with bustling students. When I'm in there I get a suffocating feeling. So I decide to eat outside in the fresh air. I sit in a secluded area away from all the idiocy commonly known as teenagers. Taking out my carrot and celery sticks, I continue reading the book I had The Hunger Games: Catching Fire. My serenity how ever is stolen as I feel something wet hit my shoulder. Turning, I see the mystery meet plastered on my shirt. All at once the mass of kids eating outside erupted in an uproar of laughter. I gather my things quickly and flee from my tormentors. Especially the deep brown eyes from a certain red head. In the bathroom I try unsuccessfully to get the satin off my shirt with cheap paper towels. The bathroom door suddenly opens revealing Dina. My head instinctively goes down while I continue to rub at the glaring stain.
"Um Rocky, hey. Sorry about that." She gestures toward the stain.
"I wasn't aiming for you. The chick I was aiming for ducked so…." She trails off. I just nod my head. The stain isn't coming out so I growl in frustration and throw out the shredded paper towel.
"I uh, grabbed a T-shirt from my locker for you. Don't worry it's clean. I haven't used it for gym yet." Dina hands me a plain white T-shirt. I smile my appreciation then walk into a stall. I shrug off my red shirt and pull on the T. It fits snuggly showing off my curves. It goes better with my black skinny jeans and purple converses anyway.
"Thank you." I say as I grab my bag to leave.
'Yeah no prob. It was my fault anyway." I just smile as I walk to the door. My hand freezes on the handle when I hear Dina again.
"And it's good to see you Rocks." My eyes start to burn. An early warning that I'm about to cry. No one has called me Rocks in months. I hum in response dashing out of the bathroom as fast as I can. In my rush I collide into an innocent bystander.
"I'm sorry. I'm really really sor-" I stop mid word seeing that I've run into the object of my affections. CeCe Jones,"ry." I finish. She chuckles and stands up from the ground brushing herself off.
"It's fine Rocky. I just came to see if you were alright." Her eyes catch mine and instantly I look away.
"I'm good. Dina gave me a shirt." I reply tugging said shirt. Her eyes narrow.
"She's the one that nailed you with the school's sorry excuse for food." She crosses her arms.
"Yeah I know. She apologized and-"
"And I gave her a shirt. What of it Jones?" Dina appears beside me also crossing her arms.
"Well Dina if you had any class then you wouldn't throw food like an animal. That's what utensils are for ape girl. Catch up with the rest of mankind." CeCe growled. Ouch, burn. Their eyes are held in an intense stare. Neither one looking away or backing down. It was excruciatingly uncomfortable. Shifting from one foot to the other I finally break the silence.
"I have to go. Thanks again for the shirt Dina." I try to walk off which seems to grab CeCe's attention because her eyes flick toward me.
"Wait, where ya goin?" She asks in that too cut confused voice.
"My next class?" I answer cautiously, bewildered that she even cares.
"Or," she drags the word out while stepping closer to me, "you could come back to lunch and sit with me." Her arm loops through my left one as she gives me a bright smile.
"Another victim so soon CeCe?" Came Dina's snarky remark.
"How about you mind your own business troll?" Double burn.
"How about I break you in half stick?"
"Or how about we calm the hell down?" I say putting myself in the middle of the two fighting girls.
"I'm just trying to protect you from Queen Bitch." Dina mumbles angrily. She called the love of my life a bitch but I still find it incredibly sweet that she cares. Tears are starting to build up so I clear my throat and discreetly wipe them. When I look back at Dina I see her giving me a sympathetic look. Out comes more tears and this time CeCe notices too.
"See what you did? You made the poor girl cry." CeCe accuses, tightening her grip on my arm.
"What I did? I didn't do anything! Maybe she's crying because she misses her friends. Maybe she's crying because her so called best friend ditched her for cheer bitches and people more plastic than Barbie dolls!" As Dina yelled at this my stomach clenches at how true it is. It makes me wonder how Dina knew all this. How can she say the words I've tried to say for months? I feel CeCe's confused gaze on me, but my eyes stay on Dina and hers on me. Swallowing hard I focus on my heartbeat. It's not thundering like I'd expect but going agonizingly slow making me all to aware of my rushing blood, warm tears, and dry throat. CeCe's hand starts rubbing my arm.
"Is that true Rocky?" CeCe asks softly. My heart flutters uncontrollably because the way she said that makes it feel as though she cares.
"Rocky?" CeCe moves in front of my trying to catch my eyes but I don't let her. She doesn't care. Not any more. I let out a bitter laugh at my own turmoil. This seems to frighten both the girls. I stopped being afraid of my sad life awhile ago. I've gotten use to disappointment. It's gotten use to me.
"You know what, I really have to go. But it was really nice seeing you guys." I laugh through my tears because everything is so painfully funny. I pull my arm away from CeCe only to have it pulled back.
"Rocky, don't. Talk to me." And there's that tone again. The lying tone that makes me think she cares.
"Obviously she doesn't want to talk to you." Dina is still looking at me when she says this.
"No one asked you!" CeCe snaps, sending a glare toward Dina. I tense up. In situations like this I find one option bulletproof. The coward's way out, running. With that in mind I take off down the hall ignoring the calls of my name from both girls. It scares me that I only hear one set of foot steps behind me. I fit's CeCe there will be a confrontation that I'm far from ready for. If it's not CeCe, then it means she really doesn't care. A lose, lose situation. Nobody else's life but mine.
"Rocky!" I hear CeCe's angelic voice. I'm only a little relieved. I still don't want to talk to her. If I break down in front of her, it'll give me a false sense of security. I can't go through the whole losing my best friend thing again. It's best not to try. A realization hits me; I'm completely lost and probably won't find my next class in time. And I can't find myself to care. Along with that realization I think about CeCe being Queen Bitch, as Dina puts it. She runs this school so that means she knows this place frontwards, backwards, and every other which way. That also means that she probably knew that I was heading toward a dead end. I stop in front of the classroom that I desperately wish was a way outside into traffic. CeCe runs into and upon impact her arms wrap around my midsection. Time passes by but she doesn't let go.
"Why won't you talk to me?" She whimpers slightly. I keep forgetting the cowards way out always has repercussions. Not so bulletproof after all. My hands cover my face as I feel the onslaught of more tears. She feels my movement and turns me to face her.
"Rocky." Her voice is pleading to me. It breaks my heart. Sobs wrack through my body making me tremble.
"Rocky, babe look at me." Her voice sounds like she's about to cry too. It feels like I'm drowning in an ocean of CeCe. I'm suppose to be the sand. Stable. So why am I not feeling so stable? I shake my head and try to walk off. She doesn't let me. She pushes me softly until my back meets the cool metal of a locker.
"Rocky, please." And there's The Tone making its third appearance. Everybody give it a round of applause. A strong sob makes it way out of my throat and it hurts so much. I'm crumbling right in front of her. This is the most time we've spent together in 6 months. I haven't so much as asked her how she's been and I'm a mess. A broken mess. Her small hands wrap around my wrists pulling my hands from my face. I look at he and she looks at me with unsheded tears. She takes my glasses off to wipe them on her graphic T-Shirt with the Eiffel Tower on it and Paris written in cursive letters. Then she reaches up and wipes my tears.
"CeCe…" I start. She shushes me and shakes her head.
"It's okay." She whispers. What she does next almost makes me faint. She stands on her tip toes and kisses both of my cheeks and puts my glasses back on. I lean my forehead against hers, needing something stable to keep me up.
"Come sit with me. I'll make sure the dogs stay in check." CeCe says only a breath away from my lips. I find myself nodding to something I'm not even sure of. CeCe grabs my hand and leads me to back to lunch. I numbly follow. Once we sit down everyone looks at me like I have two heads.
"Um Ce, did you realize that you have some extra baggage with you?" Some snobby sounding girl says holding up her hand as if that'll stop me from hearing her.
"Yeah, we're working on a film project. That a problem?" CeCe looks at the girl, silently daring her to say something else. A cute boy pushes half his sandwich toward me smiling brightly. I return the smile and shake my head. He shrugs and stuffs the sandwich in his mouth. He was probably only being nice because of CeCe anyway.
"So um, glasses chic-"
"Her name is Rocky." CeCe growls. The girl that was talking stops for a minute.
"Okaaaay, Rocky, what are you guys doing for your film project?" She asks taking a sip of her diet coke.
"We have to make a video about high school cliques." I answer pushing my glasses up. Damn. Times like these make me miss my contacts.
"Right, so I mean what are you doing for the film project? Right CeCe?" She asks and the whole table erupts in giggles. I however am very confused.
"No I'm helping." Everyone stops laughing immediately.
"What?" The girl asks. Her face is scrunched up like she smelled something horrible.
"I'm helping her. My mom's getting on my case about not doing enough academic work. Plus it isn't really fair sticking rocky with the work." CeCe answers nonchalantly.
"Is the dweeb bothering CeCe, cuz I can make sure she does the work and not say a thing." The girl looks at me and cracks her knuckles. My eyes widen. Suddenly a cold sensation is in my lap. It's some sort of blue liquid. I look over to see another girl smiling devishly.
"Oops." The girl laughs. I glare at her and stand up quick.
"Rocky-"CeCe grabs my arm.
"Don't!" I say pulling my arm away. I've had my fill of high school.
"What the hell Trish?" CeCe yells at the blonde that dumped the drink on me.
"What?" She asks innocently. CeCe scowls then picks up a handful of fries and puts it down the blonde's shirt. The girl yelps in surprise. CeCe picks up a carton of chocolate milk and pours it over Trish's head. Her mouth opens in surprise as the milky substance runs over her head. I stand in shock. CeCe has definitely changed. Not wanting to see any more I walk away from the lunch area and to my locker.
"Rocky!" CeCe calls. I don't even turn to look at her.
I walk to my locker and quickly spin the dial to my combination.
"You know food is for your mouth, right Rocks?" I hear Dina's voice behind me. I turn to her and roll my eyes.
"Oh really? Wow, if you hadn't told me that then I would've to walked around like this all the time." I say sarcastically.
"What are you doing?" She asks noticing my haste.
"Leaving this hell hole." I grumble.
"Let me guess, you've got a taste of CeCe's clones?" She asks.
"Mhmm, and what an awful taste it was. I think I need some Listerine." I answer pulling on my jacket.
"Ditching school Miss Blue? Hmm, maybe you're not the uptight geek I thought you were." I breathe out a breath of air.
"What ever Dina." I say passing her.
"Would you mind if I join you. I mean the store is a long way from here if you want to buy listerine and I've got a car." She holds out her keys making them jingle. I contemplate it for a minute. A car means I can get away from here faster.
"Fine." I say. She smirks and motions for me to follow her. I bid hell goodbye as I walk through the high school doors.
A/N: There is chapter 2! Who else thinks Zendaya is adorable in glasses? When I saw her in Frenemies I was surprised. Also who noticed the Paris reference? Now my sweet sweet non blood related children, I ask only one thing from you. Review!