**Had to make this one short, just not really in the mood to write right now.
Bridget sighed as she sat down next to Oliver at their lunch table. "What's got you down in the dumps?" asked Oliver carefully taking a bite of the spaghetti that was being served that day. "Oh nothing, just you know, tired," Bridget replied as she unzipped her lunchbox and pulled out her sandwich, taking a bite. Oliver looked at her for a second, a light color starting to form in his cheeks. Just then, Anthony Higgins, the known class idiot, sat down in front of both of them. "Well if it isn't Bridget and Oliver.. Is that a blush I see Oliver? Oh Bridget, looks like you're already quite the heart stealer, and this is what, your third day here? That's a new record! It took Lavender four days to get guys to start liking her. I should go tell every-," "SHUT UP WILL YOU?!," Bridget cried interrupting him, "I'm flipping tired, and here you are, blathering on about my new "record" or whatever when I don't really care apparently at this moment! So why don't you go choke on your spaghetti or something?!" Anthony looked at her shocked only for the slightest second before smirking, "You just pick the feisty ones don't you Oliver? This one looks like a tough nut to crack, especially if she's tired. I'll leave you alone, for now." With that, Anthony got up promptly, and with one last smirk towards Bridget who now held her head in between her hands, walked off to go sit with Mark, and Andy (members of his self-made "posse"). "I'm sorry if I scared you, its just he kept on blathering on about some nonsense, and I'm not exactly in the mood for his tom-foolery," Bridget said quietly, as she continued to eat her sandwich, just with her head down. "Scared me," Oliver said quietly, "oh no you didn't scare me," putting a hand on Bridget's shoulder her smiled. "You just amazed me." Bridget looked up, her eyes sparkling slightly, "What do you mean amazed you?" Oliver grinned broader, "no girl I have ever known has been brave enough to stand up to Anthony, it's part of his initiation test to see which clique you're going to be in. He's like a sorting machine, but human. Looks like you'll be with us, because we all got fed up with him, and he told us we'd all be stuck together, and look at us now. We're a bunch of carneys in our own circus, which is awesome, because we know we'll stick together 'till the end." Bridget grinned, "so we're like a cult in a sense of being in a inescapable social grouping?" Oliver chuckled, "yup, pretty much." "Well then I say, we should name ourselves the Queso Carney Cult," Bridget said cheerfully, just as Rosetta, Nicole, and Mike sat down. "You guys!" Oliver exclaimed as they looked towards him, "we're the Queso Carney Cult!"