Being a Queen Bee

Chapter 4: Lunch

Before I walked into the cafeteria, I gathered up my friends so we could do a quick touch-up to our hair, make-up, and clothes. I was still perfect, and the girls didn't take too long either, so I was really excited to walk into the lunchroom. We all locked arms, and then fabulously sashayed in, where all the losers were furiously
taking notes of our ensembles, hair-dos, and gorgeous friendships. Since we were the Queen Bs, our table was on the stage in the auditorium, and luckily, we brought our own gourmet lunches. Not that our school's lunch wasn't fetch, because it totally was, but because we were absolutely too good for school lunch. As we started chowing down, my eyes glazed over to Ace's table, where he was sitting with his Broadway-obsessed thespians. And as soon as I started staring at him, he started glancing at me, with adoration in his eyes. He motioned for me to come over, but I mouthed to him that the girls would be wondering where I was going, and that they would probably follow me. So then, he jumped up on the navy-blue round tables, and started yelling for everybody to "show their skills!", and of course that got the cafeteria crazy. Someone made a beat to my favorite song, Fancy, and then the whole orchestra joined in. Then, the glee club made their way in the song by singing flawless melodic harmonies, with the hip-hop club joining in with their hood-chic raps. The dance club quickly started getting down with their funky moves, and then the salsa group quickly appeared. It was all fun and games, and I would've immediately leaped into the frenzy, if it wasn't for Ace motioning for me to come on again. Then I realized, that this was the perfect distraction for me to talk to Ace, and knowing my BFF's, they were definitely going to join in the crowd. So, I tip-toed around the huge cafeteria, and followed Ace to the vacant video production room. By the time I got there, I was sort of out of breath, but I knew that when I did anything that required exercise, my cheeks got flushed with a magnificent berry red, and I looked absolutely stunning at that moment. I went in, and Ace shut the door behind us. For a minute, we were just looking at each other, trying to read the other's minds about this weird situation. Suddenly, he came closer to me, and out of nowhere, we started hugging, me breathing in his cologne and him inhaling the scent of my luscious hair. I know it may seem a little awkward, us just hugging, but I think for both of us, it actually meant something. After like five minutes of hugging, we both pulled away, burning with the sensation of satisfaction. I got straight to the point, asking, "So what did you want to talk to me about?" "I just wanted to say," he started. "That I really like you, possibly even love you. And I would really like you to be my girlfriend(inside there were fireworks!), but on one condition. "What is it, tell me!", I screamed. "You have to act like the person that you really are, the person that I know you are. And you have to embrace it.", he told me. For a split second, I felt like I was just hit by a bus, like Regina George. "What?", I said through gritted teeth. "You heard me. For a month, you have to be the girl you were in 7th grade, that girl that read books all the time, didn't care about her looks, and the girl who didn't do careless things like show skin to get attention.", he stated. "I do not show skin!", I protested. "Yeah, right.", he scoffed. "Even if I decided to take a chance on this grueling expedition, what are my limitations?", I questioned. "No short shorts, no mini-skirts, no more making fun of people, no more makeup, no more flashy cars, no more of you're clique, and no more being a Queen B.", he finished. My heart felt so heavy, and my head started to feel light-headed. The limitations that he just gave me practically summed up my life! I can't go one day without my short shorts showing off my killer legs, let alone the mini-skirts! And my car was not classified as flashy, just because it ACTUALLY had some color and style to it, unlike other cars! People who had no talent needed to be looked upon, because, obviously, this was a performing arts school! I'm basically helping them out and doing them a favor by alerting the ENTIRE student body! Besides, if people showed up to school with zitty pimples, I ABSOLUTELY had to make fun of it, because there IS such a thing as foundation and concealer, and they just chose NOT to put it on, DUH! Another thing, I am NATURALLY gorgeous, but a little make-up just so happens to bring out my adorable features! And one more thing that I could NOT handle, was not having my pack to back me up. I mean, we are Queen Bs, who NEED to be treated more special than others. We were admirable, unique, and envied! We were something to watch and get nervous about, because we were destined to be Queens upon this generation! If I live without these seven things, it'll be like social suicide for me! I'll have a cruddy life, and be an outsider FOREVER!!! With the crisis still fresh in my mind, I told Ace that he would have to let me have some time to contemplate about all this. Luckily, he totally understood, and gave me three days to finalize my decision. "If you do this, it will not only make you a better person, but will finally make me and you a complete whole.", he replied sweetly. I forgot that not only was Ace handsome and dark, but he was also the PERFECT candidate for a boyfriend. With his sunny-tan complexion, smoldering mahogany-colored eyes, and full, soft pink, lips, he was alluring, inside and out. And then, I knew what I had to do. It came to me like a light snapped on in my mind. Suddenly, I was willing to do anything for Ace Matthews. "I'll absolutely do it.", I told him good-naturedly. "Awesome!", he responded. "You start next Monday." "Great!", I said. Then, we both walked together to the cafeteria, staring at each other the entire time. Great, I thought. Now I have to find a way to make this work, and, break the news to the clique.