I sighed out in frustration at how evil my Math teacher was. He was probably the worst teacher out of the whole list. The top was definitely my Gym teacher. He was so nice and already seemed to like me the first day. Then, he went on to yell at a kid who didn't want to do the second lap he had demanded.
I threw my backpack over my shoulder and walked out of the classroom. Everybody was rushing to either lunch or class and I was utterly confused because I couldn't seem to find Kat. Plus, I was new and what new student doesn't feel awkward, nervous and scared? Throw that all in the pot of bile that was about to rise up my throat. I gulped deeply and looked around for the white dress and brown hair one more time.
I looked down at my shoes but that was a bad idea because I was pushed against the wall by two boys who were rushing around playing football in the middle of the hallways. Really? They couldn't say sorry. No, they just had to play.
"Mason and Kyle! Stop it! Give me the ball. Now," the voice of a strict teacher called out. I looked over at the teacher and saw that it was suprisingly, Mr. Denzel, my favorite gym teacher. Mason sighed out and Kyle passed him the football. He gave it to the teacher and the boys walked away in laughter.
"Hey girly!" I heard Kat yell. I looked down the hall and saw nobody. "Over here silly."
I turned around and saw that Kat was very close to me. She was grinning and some handsome looking guy had his hand wrapped around her hip.
"Come on! We missed five miuntes of lunch. The lines are probably so full right now," she said. She began walking down the hall and I followed behind her. The guy still had his hand glued to her and they were whispering to each other. They both looked back once and my face turned red. Where they talking about me? Kat smiled warmly and turned around.
The last thing I needed was somebody talking about me.
"We're not talking about you. We're talking about how you would fit in well," the boy spoke up. It's like he read my mind. And what the hell did he mean by "fit in well"? Fit in well to what?
"Did you jus-"
"Yeah, he did," Kat laughed. "I'm just kidding. We knew you were going to think that."
"Oh. What do you mean by fit in well? To what?" I asked curiously.
"Our group. Of us. You know?"
"Oh," I nodded. I nodded but I honestly didn't know what she was still talking about. Kat was actually such a weird girl - but I liked her.
We walked into a huge room of a lot of people chattering and the smell of many different types of food. A few people looked up and I quickly looked down. I never liked being the center of attention but Kat and the weird guy seemed to like it because they were kissing each other's faces off.
"Guys," I spoke up. Kat broke from the kiss and looked up at me.
"Oh! Go to that line," Kat pointed to a long line. "They have good food. After, just sit over there." She pointed to a table that had many familiar faces and more faces of people I've never seen before but, they all seemed to all look very popular. I saw that Mason and Kyle were sitting there too talking with other girls.
I walked over to the line and stood there. I waited and waited and it felt like years. Okay, maybe I was exaggerating just a bit. I have only been standing here for about two minutes. Kat and the boy finally went back to their seats and everybody was talking about something important because all of their eyes were on Mason and their faces had pure attention written all over their faces.
I wonder what they were talking about. Even though it was not my business, I had a habit of being very nosy but sometimes it came in handy. One time, I was looking through Uncle's computer and saw that he had a book. It was pretty hilarious until he got mad and found out I was looking through his work. I tried telling him it was a good piece of work but he didn't want to hear it.
Eh, he eventually got over it and let me read more. Later, he published the book. I knew being nosy came in handy. I'm telling you.
I pulled out my phone and after time, the line was getting shorter. But that was cut short when I felt a hand grab my phone.
"Hey!" I called out. I looked up and saw that Kyle was smirking and eating a cookie. He looked at my phone and then at me.
"No phones at lunch Mrs. Madeline. Hey, you know you don't have to wait forever in this lunch. We need you at the table. Come here," he said. I followed him and he was taking me into the front of the line. How did he do it? He smiled at a girl in front of the line and immediately grabbed a lunch and walked away. He still had my tray and phone. Who does he think he is?!
He approched the popular table and looked up.
"And may we present to you the gorgeous Madeline," Kyle grinned. Mason looked up from his phone and he was staring at me. I felt uncomfortable. Can he stop staring. Hey, staring is rude you know. Kat squealed and patted the seat next to me.
"Hey, can I get my phone and food back?" I said looking at Kyle. Kyle passed me the tray and then set my phone on top of a piece of bread. I rolled my eyes.
I walked over to the other side of the table and sat down next to Kat. She hugged me from the side and I felt awkward when she let go. Fay looked at me with her cheery self.
"Introduce yourself!" she said. My face was turning red.
"U-Um. My name is Madeline and I moved here two months ago with my mom. My dad died in case you're wondering. I live near a library. You guys probably know where. Oh, and I'm 18 years old..." I stopped and felt Mason staring. "And yeah."
"She's my neighbor," Kat smiled.
"Cool, I'm coming over one day," Mason commented. Everybody looked over at Mason and everybody burst out laughing.
"Stop being such a slut," Fay said. Mason grinned proudly. Inside, I was laughing at his stupidity but on the outside I was probably not even laughing. He must be the man-whore of the group who wanted to get with me.
"There's this new club that opened up. It's called Scar. It's so cool, we should all go. I know somebody who could let us in," Ciara lit up like it was the juciest topic she's ever heard. Everybody looked at her with smiles plastered on their faces. They must've loved going out clubbing, however I, Madeline Elton, doesn't. "Are you going?" Ciara looked at me.
"Heavens help her! It's Friday silly! Today," Fay said. Everybody at the table laughed.
"Everybody can bring their own buddies. Jeremy, bring Luis. He's so hot," Stella smiled. Jeremy looked up at her snickering and then finally agreed by nodding.
"Do you have any dresses?" Kat turned to look at me.
I was being put in the most awkward situation right now because I have never gone clubbing or even know how to dance. I barely drink. I only drank back at home with my friends but it always turned out to be a bad situation. What if I can't control my liquor around them? It's been a while since I've felt alcohol burning down my throat. Anyways, of course I had dresses. Tons.
How was I also supposed to explain to my mom where I was going? But, being the perfect liar I was, I always got away with everything. And If I didn't, I could always crack another story from my Book of Lies.
"I have a lot," I smiled.
"That's good. Really good because I'm going to dress you up today. You are going to look so Hollywood at this club," Kat grinned.
"Don't worry. She's really good at it," Fay whispered.
Yep, there I was. Sitting on the edge of my bed listening to the sound of Kat pulling out tons of clothes while Ciara, Fay and Stella chattered about boys.
Kat yelled out again for the hundredth time after looking at then fifth dress she held up. "This is so cute!" She said that for every dress she saw. All of the ones she pulled out indeed were cute, but it was taking her a while to find the perfect one. I glanced over at the time and yawned. I was glad my mom wasn't awake.
"Why are you yawning? No no no. That's not supposed to happen," Fay said. My eyebrows pulled together when she grabbed something out of her pocket. She passed me something and I looked down. It was a UV Vodka bottle. I stared at it.
"Have some. It will get you pumped up," Fay said. I stared at it and my fingers wrapped around the small cap. I twisted it off and brought the little glass bottle to my lips and tipped it over. The alcohol burned my throat and I quickly put the cap back on.
"Whoa, what did you put in there?" I looked at the bottle. It was still burning and that wasn't normal.
"Just a little thing we call magic," she said. Stella took the bottle and grinned, twisting the cap off and throwing it across the room. She downed the whole thing and hollered.
"Perfect!" exclaimed Kat. I turned around and Kat was holding up a hot pink dress.
END OF CHAPTER.
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