Not His Girl

Cassia's life is perfect. Awesome friends. Awesome hair. Awesome clothes. And -most of all - an awesome boyfriend.
But everything is about to change. It all starts with that one photo...


7. Six

It's funny to think just two days ago my whole life turned upside down.

It's even weirder to think just three days ago I never thought it could. 

I still sit next to Bea in a lot of my classes. I expect her to be pushing me, testing me every lesson but no. We sit in awkward silence not quite looking each other in the eye. I can't help but feeling that most of what happened a couple of days ago was all bravado. This girl, my ex-friend, I know how she works. She'll be totally and completely set on getting something just her way (like becoming queen of the school) and then she'll start to regret every tiny thing she's done to get there.

However, she won't be prepared to apologise for anything so I'm pretty much out of the running for being her new sidekick.

Not that I care.


I watch the clock tick the last minute before lunch bell away. Safe to say, my worst French lesson for months. And that's seriously something. The only thing is I don't have plans for where to eat. Usually I would head down the street with all the girls around me and Leo on my arm. Obviously that's really not going to happen today.

And with that in the mind, I make for the dining hall to eat a school meal for what might be the first time ever. 

I grab myself a slice of pizza and then proceed to the most daunting task.

Where the hell do I sit?

I look from tables full of first years to tables completely full of people with their heads down studying. Then there's the super weird kids with their messy hair and loud shouting and inability to shut the f*** up.

Finally my eyes rest on the one remaining table. Girls from every year, all with too much eyeliner on and dyed hair and earphones in. But, they have a seat free and that's all I'm looking for right now. 

I walk over to them and grab the back of the empty chair.

"Can I sit here?" I say, my voice barely a whisper.

I don't know what I expect, but it definitely isn't what comes.

"Sure." says one girl, shrugging.

Do they know who I am? Do they know what happened? Maybe they just don't care, who knows. But not one of them mentions anything about me. They just return to their conversations without so much as another glance in my direction.

* * *

10 minutes later and I'm nearly finished eating, when a herd of boys with dark fringes and piercings come in, dragging chairs over to our table.

They're loud and flirty and kind of just like the boys I'm used to being with. Only something about them is different. The way I described them made it sound like they all look the same, like weird emo clones or something. But that's really not how it is. Not one of them looks even slightly 'samey'. All their own person, not at all how people describe the alternative kids to be.

I am sitting with these kids who have always been around me in school, walking past me in the corridor, so unusual and yet so invisible. I don't know a single one of their names and weirdly to me, not one of them seems to know who I am either. They carry on ignoring me, like I'm not there, total indifference. To them I'm just some loner who has no-one to talk to of their own.

But all of a sudden these thoughts stop, my brain cuts out completely. One of the boys has just turned around to speak to me.

"Hey." he says, "How come you're sitting here and I don't know your name?"

He looks straight into my eyes as he says those words and I swear on my life, for the first time that I can actually remember I'm blushing.

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