The Queen Of Spades

Chapter 4, Continued, Again

The lunch room, where you can see your friends and sit in your little cliques and basically do whatever you want (as long as the lunch monitors aren't looking). And, where the food isn’t made of actual food. Per usual, I sat at my table of misfits. None of us were friends, none of us talked to each other and no one bothered us for fear of being labeled "unpopular". Because, of course, that is obviously the worst thing that could ever happen. Caleb sat a few tables away—close enough that he could "get to me if necessary" but far enough away that he had to leave me alone—with his "friends" that he made. A bunch of dumb jocks—and I mean this in the most accurate way possible—who were way too loud and obnoxious for my taste. Which meant that something was off because their table was suspiciously quiet. They were all huddled together in the middle of the table whispering. Why? What were they doing? What was Caleb saying? Crap, I knew he was suspicious, he's probably spilling government secrets. Wait, no, why would he be telling government secrets to them. They can barely even spell government, let alone be spies. One of them, what looked like the leader of the group, stood. He was probably either skipping or going to the bathroom so he could vape. I turned back to the book I was reading and ignored them until the guy started walking towards my table. I shot Caleb a "what's going on" look. He shrugged and turned to keep talking. The leader of the jocks came over and asked which one of us was Madelyn. I ignored him and kept reading, but one other person at the table must have heard my name before and pointed to me. He looked back at his table before walking over to me. He tapped me on the shoulder and I looked at him, taking my earbud out.

What is it with guys and kissing girls without permission, is it a power move? Like, "Oh I like this girl so I'm just gonna go kiss her and she'll just fall in love with me on the spot". In case you haven't figured it out yet, the dude just kissed me and went and sat back down. I took a deep breath and tried to let it go. Nope, not gonna happen, I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Two choices B'y. You apologize and I go sit back down, leaving all your bones intact. Or I beat you senseless. And just so we're clear: this is a direct threat." I said coolly.
"Five seconds, that's a new record Em." Caleb quipped, smirking stupidly.
"I'll beat the crap out of you too if you don't shut it."
"Apologize?" The jock said, "for what?"
"I'm really glad you're stupid." I said, punching him square in the face. I heard a cheer from a nearby table and kept punching. The jock, who will from here on out be referred to as "dickwad" tried to get some punches in, and failed miserably. Dickwad's lackeys came up behind me and tried to pull me off, I spun on them and pushed them away. Before I could turn around and get back to the fight, I felt someone land a blow to the back of my knees and I buckled. I spun and glared at him before I lunged, ending with both of us on the floor. Jumping up, I spotted teachers coming towards the fight that had now gained quite a crowd. I noticed that my prothstetic had come loose during the fight and took it as my cue to leave. I walked towards the doors, hoping to slip out in the madness. I signed my name on the list and got my hall pass, knowing that Caleb wouldn’t out me. He couldn’t without telling them why I did it.