Life Of A Mean Girl

Chapter 3: Better Than Revenge

JAYDEN'S POV

"So Jayden, this is the school's cafeteria," Peter introduced. It did not look different from the cafeteria we had back down in Melbourne, but I had to admit, the aroma of the food smelled extremely good.

We grabbed our trays and queued up. I took a glance at the Menu for the day: Macaroni and cheese, nachos, pizza - the usual few that we too had from the land down under. After I settled with macaroni & cheese and a can of soda, Evan and Peter invited me to sit with them. I gladly accepted their invitation. I mean, who else can i sit with? There's no way I'd sit with my doofus brother on my first day. I've sat with him way too many times at home and school is my only escape from him.

I trailed behind Evan and Peter and they walked right ahead into the centre of the cafeteria where there was a table for about a group of eight. I guess this is where their gang usually sits. I wonder who else sits with them...

I scanned around, trying to find Christian. Screw him, that exasperating peasant can definitely find his own way around. I am pretty sure that even if he was like a retarded version of me, he is not blind and hopefully, he would leave me alone and find his own group of friends. I had enough of my brother ever since the both of us came out of our mother's vagina. That stupid egg cell just had to split up, didn't it?

So what if we look similar? I am confident that both of us are really different. We had no similar hobbies or interests and I am definitely much better than him. I'm sporty and popular with both the girls and guys while he is a geek who can't even get a girlfriend.

Because of him, he made me the black sheep of the family. My parents would always compare me with him and I completely detest it. I know that we are twins, but seriously? They would always reprimand me of how I would go out with my buddies and return home later than Christian. Unlike him, I have a social life. I don't spend my Friday nights sitting my lazy ass on the sofa playing that immature game of his. I don't care if they think he has more heart than me. He has the heart, i have everything else.

He would always act like a whimsical freak in class, keeps himself unkempt and doesn't even seem to get offended when insults are hurled at him. He always takes things lightly. To be honest, his whole existence is a complete joke. I couldn't believe that he looks almost like me. It was such a disgrace to my assets and my whole being. Whenever he does goofy embarrassing acts, there were times people thought I did it.

Worst still, I couldn't even mock his appearance. That would mean insulting mine too. But I was obviously more handsome than him. Many girls would dart their eyes on me, admire me and i never fail to receive countless love letters on Valentine's Day, while my brother barely had any girls asking for his number. Not that I bother about any those cheap girls, it's just proof that I'm physically better-looking than my brother.

Snapping back to reality, I started on my macaroni and cheese. As the cheese touched my taste buds and bit on the soft macaroni pasta, i felt like i was floating around in cheesy delight heaven. It tasted so scrumptious, that i couldn't help but wolf down the whole bowl. Food is indeed a gift of glory from God.

"Whoa dude! Relax! Don't they have mac & cheese in Australia? It looks as if you haven't been fed in days!" Evan said with that British accent of his and nudged me, grinning with his pearly white set of teeth. I wiped the cheese around my lips and just smiled back.

"Oh look, Dax. Here come the girls," Peter said while doing a little wave to the trio of girls approaching our table.

"Hey Guys!" a sweet high-pitched voice from one of the girls. I looked up and the three girls sat on their spots at our table. I didn't know that Evan and Peter could get along well with girls. They didn't seem like the type of guys who girls could hang out with because they are always joking around and doing mischievous things.

The voice belonged to a velvet red-haired girl, her straight hair cascading down to her waist. She was around 5"4, slightly taller than the other girls. "The name's Leighton," she introduced herself, shaking my hand briefly. Her twin chocolate brown eyes sparkled along with the two piercings on her left ear. When I saw Leighton in her lacy mint-green dress, my first impression was she was a girly-girl, but when I scanned her outfit further to her feet, her sleek black Doc Martens proved me wrong. Her hair and piercing made her rebellious but nonetheless, her smile was evidence that she was a perky and sweet girl with a bubbly personality.

I looked at the petite blonde, about 5"2, in the middle of the three girls. Her curly blonde hair had purple tips and she possessed blue eyes with grey hues.

"Hey cutie, I'm Thea." she said as her eyes were dancing with laughter as if she just heard a good joke. She looked carefree and had a radiant aura. Her outfit of a simple sweater with a grey cat on it and dark skinny-jeans with a pair of red converse made her look completely different from that girl who kept staring at me and sits beside my brother in class.

Come to think of it, the three of them look nothing like her. They were modest, simple and casual but not too much. They look stunning, in an average 16 year-old high-school student way.

I switched my focus on the other girl that wore Abbey Dawn clothing; she looked slightly Goth, but not too much. She, what I think was, had light green eyes that were staring at the floor, refusing to make any eye contact with me. Knowing the countless girls who had fallen for me started out that way, she must be completely smitten.

I smirked at the thought and observed her some more, hoping that I would catch her eyes. I never had this type of girl to like me, I guess it would be a little fun to toy with her emotions for a while, see what kind of reactions she would make.

"Hold on, de ja vu..." I mumbled to myself, contemplating on how familiar that girl is. I felt like I have met her before.

"Go and introduce yourself, I'm sure he won't bite! I've never seen you this shy before," Thea said while nudging that girl's arm.

Evan gave a hearty laughter in response. "Yeah, speak up! Or don't you dare (daire) disgrace your surname, Odaire," Peter mocked her last name. She didn't retaliate though, but gave a small laugh instead, as if she was so used to it.

Whoa, wait a minute; Odaire seemed like a really familiar name. But I couldn't put my finger on it. I eyed on her, there was really something about this girl that had made me suspicious.

"Rosheyl, Rosheyl Odaire," she spoke up with a soft voice. That voice, those eyes, that surname. It hit me like a thousand bricks, hitting my head one after another. It felt like a foggy day start to clear up.

That girl. Her family came to Melbourne during summer 2 years ago and that's how I met her. That's when i fell for her. Gave her my heart, my mind and soul. But she threw it all away.

We started dating and basically, we spent the whole summer together. I may have dated many girls who really admired me, but no one was able to make my heart beat like Rosheyl. For once, I was really in love. I never wanted to let go of her.

Unfortunately, the summer ended and she just left Melbourne. It sucks that it hurt so badly. I mean, she just broke it up with me, right before she got on that stupid plane. Throughout my life, I've been leaving scars on every girl's heart because Rosheyl left a gaping hole in mine.

Looking at Rosheyl now, she was entirely a new person. I couldn't even recognise her. She was nothing like the girl who wore floral sundresses and spent afternoons in my arms. The curly ringlets of chocolate brown hair that I used to intertwine between my fingers was gone, Rosheyl wore wavy hair with choppy bangs, the ends touching her collar bone. She looked a little bit like a rock star or a pop artist. She had changed so much. Although, everything about her was still the same.

Her eyes still refused to meet mine. Perhaps she feels guilty or she feared me. She should feel scared. I hate her now. I hate her with every fibre of my being. I treated her like my one and only and she just left me. She had no idea how long it took to recover from my heartbreak.

I bet my presence was enough to kill her, the past haunting her. I loved her with all my and the guilt is murdering her now. That's right, I hope conscience eats her up and dies slowly within her. I want to watch her choke up in all her mistakes and beg for my forgiveness.

Shooting a swift glare at her, i returned to focus on my meal. It suddenly looked less like heaven and more like hell. Messing with my heart was the biggest mistake she had ever made. There will be vengeance.