The Revision [EDITING]

8: Field Trips and Idiots III

<<Chapter 8: Field Trips and Idiots III>>

"You weren't kidding... The food here is shit," Rachel tells me with a look of disgust as we sit at our table. Caroline ditched us to sit with Finn earlier, of course.

"Sadly," I respond, mimicking her face. We're seated at a table for 6, with Natalia, Rachel, and I on one side. At the table behind us is Matthew, Mitchell, and two of their other friends: Preston and James. Preston and I are fairly close, but James I don't know too well. I mean, I've been going to the same school with that kid for nearly a decade... We haven't really had any classes together since the first grade, though, and don't really talk much.

"The Mac and cheese tastes like peas..." Rachel whines, placing her fork down and taking a sip of her drink. I do the same.

"Ew!! What the fuck is this?" I shout, nearly doing a spit take as I choke down the nasty drink. "I asked for water!"

"That's mine!" Rachel slaps my hand away from the drink and snatches it, cradling it to her chest as she fake pouts.

"What the fuck is that?" I give her a discerning look.

"Sprite," she shrugs. I wave over a waiter and ask for another water, and she promises to bring one over.

"That is not sprite, my god.... I've had sprite before, and I can assure you that it has never tasted like cat urine in the past," I grimace as I eye Rachel's drink, to which she simply shrugs me off.

A few minutes of chatting later, and the waiter comes back with my water.

"Thank you," I smile, grabbing it and taking a big gulp. My eyes widen suddenly I start coughing to resist the urge to spray it out, eventually and choking it down. What the fuck is this?

"This isn't. Fucking. Water!!!" I groan, teeth clenched and eyes narrowed as I set it back down on the tabletop forcefully. I turn around to Matthew and the rest of them seated behind me to say hello.

"Hey, did you notice the waiter's name? I think they might've have a spelling mistake there..." Matthew says amid laughter.

"Why, what is it?" I ask inquisitively.

"Virgina," Matthew says, and shrugs whilst chuckling.

"Niiccee," I drawl out, shaking my head.

"Hey, have you guys seen the picture that I snapped of Preston?" I ask the entire table of boys behind me, turning my entire chair towards them so that I can sit facing forward. They all shake their heads unanimously.

"Oh my God," Natalia stifles her laughter, "it is GOLD."

"Yep," I quip, popping the "p". I pull up the photo and flip my phone around towards the table of guys, watching their faces that are filled with anticipation. The entire table suddenly bursts into laughter the moment their eyes catch the photo, Preston even joining along for a nice chuckle.

Preston has pretty long hair for a guy, and it's brown and curly too. He also happens to be a very special snowflake that was birthed with the physique of a skinny beanpole.

While I was attempting to take Carolinn (Caroline + Finn ship) pictures to send to the rest of my friends so that they could experience the torture that I had to deal with, Preston popped up behind the two love bugs, flipping me off whilst he stuck his tongue out and making a distorted face. I don't even know how it happened, but his hair somehow flew up and surrounded his head like a deranged cotton ball--and hence, the glorious photo was born.

Oh, how I love that picture. I will cherish it forever.

"Oh my god, Preston," Mitchell says, laughing as he shakes his head at him.

"What can I say? I have such beautiful hair," Preston retorts, smirking as he does a dramatic hair flip, causing another round of laughter from the two tables.

We continue going around and showing terrible pictures of each other for awhile, laughter all around.

"Hey, what's your favorite band?" I ask Preston randomly. We've gotten pretty close lately, sure, but I've never really asked him that.

"Coldplay," he responds with confidence.

"Oh my God!! Me too!" I say in surprise. Who would've thought?

"What about you, Matthew?" I ask, turning towards him.

"Were you not at my Bar Mitzvah?" He says, chuckling. Oh, right...

"Oh yeah! The Beatles! Duh," I say. How could I forget? The huge party a few years back was entirely Beatles themed, and even a plethora of hoodies showcasing The Beatles plastered on the back were distributed afterwards. And let me just say, that is one damn comfortable hoodie.

"Listen up!!" The restaurant manager barks. "Band members: push in your chairs and head to the busses!!" He continues to scream in all of his at least 500 pounds of evil glory.

About half of the people from our high school get up and walk out of the restaurant towards the busses, and a few minutes later, the chorus people follow suit.

When we get back to the bus, Natalia takes her seat in the back row and Mitchell sits down to the left of her, Rachel and I in the row in front of them.

"Hey, what about me?" Matthew fake pouts.

"You can always sit right there," I say, gesturing towards the empty seat to the right of Natalia.

"Okay," he quips, grabbing his phone from his previous bus seat on the way to the restaurant and sitting down. Natalia subtly wiggles her eyebrows at me and gestures towards Matthew.

'Fuck off' I mouth at her, chuckling lightly as my face flushes pink.

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"Hey, wanna do the jelly bean challenge?" Mitchell asks the 4 of us suddenly, pulling a small box of jelly beans from Harry Potter World out of his bag. We've been riding on the bus for about thirty minutes now, just chatting and watching YouTube videos. Just saying, the Shia LaBeouf video is GOLD.

"Sure!" I say and shrug, looking towards Natalia and Rachel to see what they think. They shrug back in agreement.

"Okay then! Let's all just grab one each and pop 'em like Russian Roulette, eh?" Mitchell suggests as he carefully opens up the package as to not spill the beans everywhere. (Get my pun? Yeah? Yeah? ;) No? Ok.)

We all reach into the little package and grab a jelly bean, tossing them into our mouths simultaneously. A chaos of words quickly erupts:

"Hey, this is pretty good!"
"EWW!! It tastes like chicken!!"
"Blech, cinnamon is the worst!"
"Mmm... This one's delicious!"
"I think I got vomit...."

The vomit comment would be mine, by the way. I awkwardly run over to the trash bag on our bus and spit it out while trying my best not to topple over inside the moving vehicle, Rachel following suit as she continues to argue that the vomit jelly bean she got tasted like chicken.

Overall, not the smartest decision I've made--some of those jelly beans were pretty damn nasty.

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One way or another, after switching seats around like nobody's business, we eventually make it back to our school campus alive. Most of us are half asleep, and Mitchell is out like a light and huddled up in the back corner of the bus. Matthew slaps him hard across the face in an attempt to wake him up.

"What the hell?!" Mitchell says groggily as he opens his eyes with both annoyance and confusion, rubbing the side of his face that is turning red.

"Hey, it's not my fault that you were still sleeping like a baby!" Matthew retorts cheekily.

"You didn't have to slap me..." Mitchell mumbles and rolls his eyes as he takes in his surroundings.

We all pile out of the buses and say our last quick goodbyes before heading back home. All good things must come to an end, I guess.

A/N: Thanks for reading!! Sorry that I haven't updated in over a week, I've been SUPER busy at school with finals coming up and everything. Love you all<3

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