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written from Eli's perspective

I watched as the whole scene played out, and I couldn't believe it. First I saw the new girl enter the cafeteria, and noticed how pretty she was, and then Yasmine and her stupid posse ended up talking to her, and they made their way to their table, taking the new girl with them. Then they were all looking at us laughing, obviously over my lip, because they always do. Except for the new girl wasn't laughing at me, she looked disgusted, which was even worse. I thought maybe she would turn out to be nice, as she had smiled at me, but I guess that was before she knew about my lip. It hurt me a lot when they laughed, so I just tried to keep my head down. Then all of a sudden Demetri smacked me in the leg.

"OW! What was that for?!" I asked him, slightly angry. But he didn't say anything, he wasn't even looking at me. I followed his line of sight only to stop on the new girl walking straight for us. My heart started pounding, and it felt like it was going to beat out of my chest.

"Hey, are these seats taken?" She asked. Her voice gave me butterflies. She didn't sound bitchy like all the others at the table where Yasmine sat looking like someone had just told her she wasn't getting any more of her daddy's money, but instead the new girl's voice of sweet and calming. It sounded safe, and comforting.

"No, take a seat." Miguel told her, and she sat down with a bright smile, that made my cheeks grow a light shade of pink. I tried to keep my face down, so she wouldn't get to see my lip, but I knew if she was sitting here she would see eventually, but for now I was still trying to hide it.

written from Kay's perspective

I smiled at the three boys as I sat down, but only two were smiling in return. The boy in the middle of the other two kept his head down, which made me kinda sad, as I was hoping this table would end up being a little bit nicer than the last one I was at.

"I'm Kay." I told them.

"I'm Demetri, it's nice to meet you," the light skinned, dark haired boy said, then continued to introduce everyone else. "This is Eli, though he doesn't talk much, and this is some stranger we just met named Miguel. It's his first day too." Demetri explained. I nodded, glancing from Demetri to Eli, to see that his head was still down, so I turned and looked at Miguel, deciding to start up a conversation with him.

"How are you finding your first day then?" I asked him. He blew out a breath.

"Well, my morning started out weird, cause I met my neighbor who's strange, but school itself is pretty good surprisingly." He told me. I opened my mouth to reply to him, when I felt someone sit beside me and lounge their arm across my shoulder. I looked over to see who it was and noticed it was one of the guys from the last lunch table I was at. I nudged his arm off my shoulder, and shot him a death glare. Miguel looked bothered, the same way I did, and Eli and Demetri looked as if they were going to shit their pants in fear.

"Can I help you?" I asked the guy sitting next to me.

"The table asked me to come get you, they told me to tell you that they forgive you, and that you can come back now." He said, a cocky smirk never leaving his face.

"No thank you, I'll stay here, with my new friends." I told him, in a not so sweet tone. He brought his hand up and ran at along my jawline, which caused me to turn my head in the other direction in disgust. Just as I thought he was about to take his hand away, he slid it down the front of my, tracing it straight between my boobs. My natural reaction took over, and I slapped him in the face. Hard. Hard enough the sound of skin hitting skin silenced the entire cafeteria. The guy looked shocked at what had happened, but his shock quickly turned to anger. He stood up quickly out of his chair so he was towering over my small frame that was still sat in a chair. He lifted his hand into the air, and I curled my head in thinking he was about to hit me. To my surprise, he hit the table beside where I sat, just nearly missing my head.

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