Navigation is Tricky

Two

Calculus was such a bore. Maths class wasn't. It was right before lunch and I was yet again alone. Sunday had sauntered off to Art and I went into the airy classroom with only a few desks sitting sadly side by side.

Now I'll admit, math wasn't exactly my strong suit, but at my old school it was the most popular subject. I forced the nostalgia back down to my stomach as I took a seat in the middle of the classroom. I recognized a few faces, the sleepy kid sat in front of me, but the seats were filling up quickly and no one had come and sat next to me yet.

My heart clenched. This was not going to be another 7th grade. I leaned back on my chair coolly, not letting anybody see the panic that was searing my stomach.

Finally, a tall-ish boy with sandy hair sat in the gray chair next to me. He smiled and turned towards me.

"Hi, you must be the new girl." He looked friendly and for some reason reminded me of my neighbor's golden retriever. Make that ex-neighbor.

"Yeah, hi, my name's Kitty." I said sweetly. The way I was headed, you would think I'm Mary's lamb. This was essentially the trick, you had to make sure the boys thought you were pure as stream so the girls don't label you a "Dirty third-class whore that steals your boyfriend while cheating on their boyfriend with his brother." Not that that's ever happened before.

"I'm Zachary by the way." He prompted nonchalantly. "What brings you to Level 102 Maths?"

Good question. If I knew I wouldn't be here Marley. I smirked internally as I continued my fake facade.

"I'm not really sure, just keeping my options open." God I'm boring. The sleepy looking kid turned back and looked at me with a grin all over his olive face.

"If you're going to be that boring all day, I'm afraid we can't let you sit with us at lunch." He poked at me. So he was clearly the insecure joker of the group. I half smiled, now he was a character. I could tell.

"I'm afraid I can't sit with you without knowing who you are." I delivered with ease. This was a line I had heard from a newbie at Rochester-Campbell. Zachary decided this was a good time to intervene as he chided the jokester.

"Che, don't be rude." He turned his head and smiled apologetically towards me.

"Sorry he has a problem, it's called being a d-bag" He said pointedly while looking at him." This guy really was a smiling housewife.

"It's totally alright." I replied easily. "For the record I would be honored to have lunch with you guys." Witty and nice. I was on a roll. The two boys laughed and the fresh out of college math teacher walked in.

"Hello class," he proceeded awkwardly. "Looks like we have a new student today." I smiled shyly at him and be asked me to introduce myself.

"Hi everyone my name's Kitty and I just moved here a week ago." I smiled. "My strengths would be watching TV and tweeting, and my weaknesses would include giving introductions." No one laughed. The boys in the classroom just stared blankly back at me, and the solitary girl looked at me with wide eyes and a smirk she was trying to hide. I held my head high and grinned superficially. Stick to your guns, retracing shows signs of cowardice.

"The lack of response from the class just reiterates my point." I finished, and took my seat before anyone else could stare at me.

Zachary grinned at me and Che gave me a sarcastic look with his piercing green eyes. Maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all.

Math was not easy, but I could catch up if I maybe studied ten hours a day. The teacher was not bad, and even asked if I had done these things before. I was way behind and could feel the fear creeping up my throat.

Finally, lunch rolled along and Che and Zachary evidently accompanied me to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was a big rectangular room with a huge window on the top, making it very airy and open.

"Come to the far end, next to the dustbin." Che whispered. I felt my neck prickling as the two boys walked off. This was a surprise, since there weren't many offers, and nothing is ever concrete on the first day, I decided to go with my gut. I bought a sandwich and walked casually to the corner, where two boys and Sunday sat, talking animatedly about something. Of course the three would be besties. I took a deep breath and waved.

Sunday caught my eye and called me over lazily.

"Hey newbie, come eat with us." I didn't know whether it was my imagination, but the barely buzzing room got even quieter as I sauntered up to the Trifecta

" This is Che and Zachary, they want to become cookie cutter men when they're older." I looked at them quizzically and they chuckled.

"Not a day goes by without a Sunday Collins rant about the evils of society." Sunday grinned but then rolled her eyes.

"Forgive me if I don't want to become an abused 9-5 worker." Her blue eyes twinkled, but there was something dangerous about it, like she could murder me any second.

"Wait, how exactly do you know Sunday?" Che who had been brooding silently all this time spoke up. He really was gorgeous, with wavy black hair, long eyelashes, and a caramel skin tone. Unfortunately his nose shattered the classic look, it was pointed and off center, albeit charming in it's own way.

"Economics class." I said a little too quickly. Thankfully he hadn't noticed me staring at him blankly. There's always that one guy who seems so perfect, but something about him just seems off, I didn't know if Che fit into the category yet.

"Where'd you move from Kitty?" Zachary posed all of a sudden. I had heard the question often, but it was still an odd question. Where was I from? I was ethnically not white, but I hadn't been to my hometown for years, and oh boy was there a reason for that.

"Dubai." Truth be told, I lived in Dubai two years ago, but then moved to France . I flashed the three faces who attempted to analyze me a wide grin, and tossed my hair nonchalantly.

"It's very luxurious and hot." I summed up aptly. I rarely left the air-conditioned apartment building I stayed at, except to go the unbearably pretentious "world school" I was forced to attend.

The three nodded politely and launched into a discussion about minimum wage and worker rights. I watched silently as they argued back and forth, I was yet again the wallflower.