It’s as we are walking up to the front of the queue for break that something strange happens.
Someone talks to us.
Well they talk to Leo.
And it’s more flirty smiles and giggles then talking.
She’s standing in front of us and as usual, Leo’s taking advantage of the school wide fear of us to reach across in front of her and grab the last brownie before she can take it.
“Hey!” She cries and turns to glare at us.
We wait expectantly for her to calm her mouth shut and practically run away.
Not that I think she could with those heels and that tight skirt. She’d look like a penguin with a limp.
But then she doesn’t.
She raises an eyebrow and even freaking flips her blonde hair.
I name her Barbie.
Most fear us, but every so often, someone will try it on, figuring going out with an Outsider will boost their reputation or status or whatever it is they live for.
“You must be the Body Snatcher.” She grins, extending a delicate hand as her bangles jingle against her skinny wrist. “I’m Luce.”
I swear she thinks about adding an Enchante before looking us over and deciding against it.
Leo appraises her hand before taking it.
“Leo,” he emphasizes. “Nice to meet you. You going to move down?”
Her smile falters slightly at his casual dismissal.
To be honest though, I’m not even sure if he knows what she’s trying to do.
“Sure, hey why don’t you come sit with us? It must be pretty quiet all the way over there in the corner. What do you guys even talk about?”
She shifts so Leo’s back is to me and, as he leans over to grab a can of coke, she shoots me a glare.
Oh it is on Barbie girl.
“Oh, you know…” Leo shrugs. “School, each other-”
“The orange, bitchy Upper girls.” I say nonchalantly, grabbing my own can.
“I’m an Upper.” Her smile becomes even faker, strained and tight against her face.
I pull my own fake smile. “I know.”
“Rose was just joking.” Leo laughs, sliding his tray off the metal run and walking a few steps with her.
A ball of heat starts to grow in my chest.
It expands rapidly when she laughs, putting her hand on his arm as if he’s so funny she’ll collapse without leaning on him.
She wobbles a bit on her heels, smiling to myself, I send a sharp zap at her ankle. She slips, her salad flying into the air, tonic water soaking her front.
Leo grabs her arm before she hits the floor and I rush over.
“Are you okay?” I ask, feigning worry.
She glares furiously at me and then pulls puppy eyes at Leo.
“My ankle really hurts, I think I sprained it. Can you take me to the Nurse?”
“Uh, sure.” Leo helps her up, and takes her weight.
No problem putting his arm around her.
“I’ll see you later, Rose.”
I watch them hobble away before gripping my tray harder and turning to our spot “all the way in the corner”.
“Har har, go back into your little bubble with Rin.” I grumble and sit down to eat my cookie.
I’m not jealous.
I just…. don’t like the Barbie girl.
Yeah, that’s it.
Stupid Barbie girl.