Becoming Kennedy

2- Parsley

As soon as I get my salad, I follow Abigail and her friends to their 'usual' table, as she called it.  I noticed all of them were wearing similar outfits.  They actually look like they just stepped out of a PacSun magazine.

Abigail takes the first seat, and crosses her legs daintily, the rest of the girls following suit.  "Okay Colorado, these are my girls."  She points to them individually, starting with Stella- a shorter girl with light brown hair.  She then introduces me to the tallest of the girls, Becky, and finishing with Presley...only, I thought she said...

"Parsley?  That's a cool name.  Very unique."  The red-haired girl's face reddens, "My name is PRESLEY, not parsley."  I don't think I've ever been more afraid.  This girl looked like she was about to hurl her leafy greens at my face.

I stutter, trying to save myself, "I'm so sorry.  I thought she said parsley, I'm really sorry, I just—"  I'm cut off by Abigail's shrill laugh, "Oh don't worry about it, her name always was a tongue twister."  With a quick glance at Presley, I hesitantly begin to eat my salad.  It was an honest mistake.

Before I have time to finish my bland salad, the bell rings, signaling time for the next class to start.  The four girls stand up, and begin walking towards the door, just leaving their trash on the table.  I quickly scramble to gather my stuff and toss it into the trash can before following them.

"Keep up, Colorado, our class schedules match up, so let's sit together."  I walk a bit quicker to catch up, "Stop calling me that.  My name is Kennedy."  My voice is a bit harsher than I intended, but Abigail stops, and everyone halts beside her.  Her piercing blue eyes study my face, "Okay."  She pauses before clearly pronouncing each syllable in my name, "Ken-ne-dy."

I suffered through another introduction, but this time it seemed easier with the approving smiles of Abigail and her group.  Minus Presley.  I think the parsley comment put me at the top of her shit list.

The day seemed to drag on endlessly, and I only had one class that wasn't with the girls.  I look at the room number over the door, making sure I have the right class.  With my hand on the doorknob, I take a deep breath.  This is it.  Last class of the day.  Overall, it wasn't so bad.  I made new fr—

My train of thought is cut off by someone slamming into me.  I turn around, and am face-to-face with a petite, dark-haired girl, "What the fuck?  Open the door!"

Seemingly frozen in place, I stutter, "Oh, um, I'm really sorry.  I was just—"  The girl's eyes scan me, "Oh.  You're new."  I nod my head, "Yes.  I'm sorry, I was just thinking."  The small girl smirks, "About what?  What you're going to wear tomorrow?  Where the nearest pescetarian restaurants are?"

I cringe internally, "Oh.  You heard that."  The girl nods her head.  I can totally tell she's judging me.  "You'll fit right in with Abigail and her girls."  The girl pushes past me to open the door, "I'm Brenna, by the way."

Without another word, Brenna enters the classroom.  Shaking off the weird encounter, I follow her inside, all the while, having an internal battle with myself.  Calm down, Kennedy, it's the last class of the day.  After this, you can go home, and relax.

Wrong.

As soon as the bell rings I go to my locker, only to be welcomed by Abigail and her crew.  Abigail looks up from her phone before stashing it.  "Oh, cool, Kennedy, we're about to go back to my place.  You're coming with us.  We have things we need to talk about."

I don't even know how it happened, but here I am, in Abigail's convertible, headed to her Luxurious Malibu Mansion.  The girls around me chatter about cute boys, and bands, but they don't seem too keen on including me.

When Abigail said she had a big house, I guess it didn't register in my brain that she might actually have a mansion.  Which she does.

We all pile out of the car, and into the large home.  The girls follow Abigail straight up to her room, which is easily double the size of mine.  Becky speaks first, "Listen, you seem really cool, but we need to make sure you're right for our friend group."

Presley and Stella nod as Abigail picks up where Becky left off, "You look like the kind of girl we can be friends with, but we just need to make sure."  This is stupid, so I just shrug, "I'm willing to answer any questions you may have."

What is this?  The Spanish Inquisition?

"How many guys have you fucked?"  The first question hits me like a brick wall.  Is that something you normally ask someone when you first meet them in California?

With some quick thinking, I reply, "Oh, I don't know," I shrug, stalling, "Maybe two?"  As soon as the words are out of my mouth, Stella breaks out into a fit of laughter.

"Two?!"  Presley raises her eyebrows, and whispers something to Becky.  "I wasn't finished!"  I watch as Abigail intensely studies my face, "Let her finish.  I want to hear this."

As if Jesus had spoken, the girls quiet down.

"I meant, maybe two when I was drunk.  Sober?  I don't know, maybe five."  I don't even know where these lies are coming from, "It's hard to keep count."  And they keep on coming.

The girls suddenly seem more interested in me.  Abigail turns to Presley, "See?  I told you she'd be a good prospect."  Slight panic rises in my chest.  "Prospect?  For what?"

Abigail shakes her head, totally dismissing my question, "It doesn't matter.  What does matter, though, is your clothing."  Presley's eyes scan my outfit, "Yeah.  I mean, I get that Colorado is cold and you're not used to this weather, but we need to take you shopping."

Great.  Just great.  First, I have to eat salad, then I have to lie about my sex life, and now I have to look like Malibu Barbie.  I'd say my time here is going just great.

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