Mr. Popular and Me

Chapter 4

Evan's POV

So there I was at the popular kids' table, not by my own will, either. Seriously - Waeland had picked me up bridal style, sat down, and held me down in his lap. I struggled and writhed, trying desperately to get out of his arms, but he had a death grip on me.

Did anyone find this weird or suspicious? Was this normal for him? I guessed it had to be because no one had questioned it.

"So, who's the new guy?" One of the girls at the table asked. She was quite pretty, her long, curly blonde hair draped over her shoulders and her blue eyes sparkled under the bright lights on the ceiling.

"Yeah, and why are you holding him in your lap and not me?" another of the girls pouted. She had long, straight brown hair and matching eyes. Her skin was flawless, just like the rest of the people at this table, not a single red mark or blemish. "Oh, wait, is that the guy that's always glaring at everyone for no reason?!"

Waeland smiled and nodded in response. "This is Evan, but I'm sure you guys have heard his name around at some point." Everyone at the table nodded, knowing he was right. I knew people talked about me, although I never knew what they were talking about exactly. I never cared enough to listen.

It's not like their stupid gossip would bother me anyway. I wouldn't change because of people who didn't like me. That was their problem, not mine.

"So, are you guys friends now or something?" A guy next to us asked. He was good-looking just like the rest of the people at the table and I was pretty sure he was on the football team, too. He had messy dirty blonde hair and light brown eyes, not to mention his well-built body...

"We are not friends," I argued before Waeland chimed in.

"He's in denial," He said with a smug grin as I rolled my eyes. Yeah right, you're the one that's delusional thinking we are friends, I thought, crossing my arms, still unable to get out of Waeland's - stupid strong - grip.

"So you decided to add another popular guy to our group?" another girl asked. She was just as pretty as the other two with wavy, platinum blonde hair, so you could at least tell the difference between her and the other blonde. She also had clear sky blue eyes.

"Yeah, why not?" Waeland said with a shrug, though he was clearly amused. I was not.

"Awesome! Hi, my name's Brittney, this is Jenna," the platinum-blonde girl said and pointed to the girl on her left with brown hair. "And this is Kylee," she said, pointing to the girl on her right, the one with blonde hair and they both waved and said a polite "hi".

I grumbled, "Hi... But I'm not joining your group. If you haven't noticed, I'm here against my will..." I then shot a glare up at Waeland, who was still holding me down.

He just smiled innocently. You are not innocent, I thought to myself.

"I'm Garret, and this is Jonah," said the guy with dirty blonde hair. He patted Jonah's back, who was beside him, as he spoke.

Sup man, nice to have you here," Jonah chuckled as he watched me struggle against Waeland's arms. He had black hair and blue eyes, black and blue always go together for some reason. I swear, was everyone at this table a model?

"Let me go you son of a-" A hand covered my mouth, the rest of my sentence left to be mumbled. I glared and licked said hand.

"Gross, why'd you do that?" Waeland complained as he removed his hand, then wiped it on my sleeve, giving me my germs back.

"Because you're annoying," I glared at him and I heard the girls giggling. I took the opportunity from him being distracted with my saliva to jump up from his lap and make a run for the cafeteria doors.