The Selection Committee

Vegan hot dogs and pom poms

SOTD: HEY LOOK MA, I MADE IT BY PANIC! AT THE DISCO (AN ENTIRE TUUUNE THANK YOU MR. URIE)

"I thought you were vegan"

The deep voice jolted my head up and out of the book I had my nose in between and I furrowed my brows, "I beg your pardon?"

"You're eating a hot dog" Adam Kane, resident Greek God/Metahuman football King, smirked down at me from where he sat perched on top of my table.

I snapped my book shut and gave him a levelled glare, "So? People eat hot dogs all the time"

"Not vegans" Adam insisted.

He gave me a slow grin before sliding into one of the three chairs that sat vacant around the table I had been peacefully enjoying my study hall period in, "You know this is study hall, right? You aren't obligated to make words come out of your mouth"

Adam stared at me for a long moment before shrugging, "Don't you run some kind of, like, vegan blog on the school website, or something? If you're eating a hot dog, doesn't that make you unvegan...like an unvegan vegan?"

"And what are you, stupid stupid?" I snapped throwing my hands up and getting a 'shh' from Mr. Brandons, "Just because I blog about veganism doesn't mean I'm personally a vegan"

Adam licked his lips and nodded, "Doesn't that make you a fake, then?"

I squinted my eyes long and hard at this gorgeous specimen and gritted my teeth, "I was about to get to the part where Clary slices Jace to unbind him from Lilith's demonic curse slash evil plan to resurrect Sebastian from the pits of hell, for the fifteenth time...and I'de like to do so in peace"

"So you're a satanist and a fake vegan?"

"What do you want, Kane?!" I grunted slamming my book down on the table and receiving a stern look from Mr. Brandons. I gave him an apologetically meek smile before turning my glare back to Adam.

Adam grinned, "Oh, am I disturbing you?"

"No, you're just pulling me away from the genius that is Cassandra Clare's writing" I murmured already bored.

"Bre, think about it"

I didn't even have to ask him what 'it' was before I quickly shook my head, "No"

Adam let out a frustrated sigh, "Why the hell not? This could be it, this could be your big thing at Bennett! Lord knows your fake vegan blog isn't doing you any favours"

"People happen to love my fake vegan blog!" I hissed before catching myself, "I mean my real...very real vegan blog"

Adam ran a hand through his wavy hair and shook his head, "Bre, come on"

"I'm sorry that I don't want to be apart of your stupid little game" I snapped already over this, "I'm sorry that I don't care about Bennett's fascist regime that gives people like you, entitled and arrogant sports stars, the power to conduct sick and twisted games like this one. I'm sorry that I'm not going to play into your hands, the Queen cheerleaders hands, the stupid art Kings hands, or the royal Math nerds' hands"

Adam gritted his teeth, "I'm not asking you to~"

"You're asking me to allow your flock of brain dead football friends, who so happen to have IQ's lower than my lowest rise jeans, to primp me and prep me for what? To join the mass of losers who've had the displeasure of "joining your clique" and subsequently having the team sleep with their sisters?~"

"Now thats not fair" Adam murmured, "Last time only two guys slept with Chris Chester's cousin...no one touched his sister"

Throwing my hands up I shook my head, "I don't want it. I don't want to be your selection"

There. I said it.

I didn't want to be Adam Kane's stupid selection.

I didn't want to help his football team of stupid seniors and marginally less stupid juniors, rule the school for another four years.

I didn't want to attempt to win Homecoming queen so that they could have bragging rights over the other stupid elite groups. I didn't want to stand by and have the boy I had hated to love since the eighth grade, coach me on how to be like him; how to be loved and admired and sought after.

I didn't want that.

I just wanted to go home, type up a new blog post about a vegan recipe I had googled, eat starchy white bread, and feel sorry for myself because I had just turned down the single hottest boy to have ever approached me.

"Do you know we've never chosen someone like you?" Adam asked gently.

I raised my eyebrow confused by his words, "Because, what, I'm an alien?"

"I mean, we've never chosen someone like YOU" he murmured, "Someone who sits on the side lines and watches everyone else 'do' the high school crap"

"Go to h~"

"People notice you" Adam shrugged looking almost pained, "They notice that you don't care and that you wear your hair in that weird looking knotted thing on your head. They notice that you fight the good fight, even though you're a fake vegan...they notice you aren't afraid to speak your mind and that you've gotten suspended twice for rolling down the hall in the janitors bucket"

"That was two years ago and I had a lip ring" I muttered, "I did a lot of dumb stuff"

Adam shook his head and rested his elbows on the table, "They see you, Bre...and to be honest, so do I"

I instantly forgot how to breath as Adam's voice dipped an octave, "I had to fight the guys tooth and nail to have you as our selection because they didn't think you'd do it because it wasn't about women rights or, I don't know, oppression"

Adam was basically an idiot.

"But, I told them that you would"

"Why?" I whispered steeling myself for his stupid comeback.

"Because, I can leave this place next year knowing that the girl who kicked me on the bus in the eighth grade beat the pom poms on a national level"

I almost smiled, "The selection isn't national"

Adam bit his bottom lip, "It's easy for you to say everything that's wrong with this institution, the same institution of values and social orders that have been in place long before you and I, because you want to believe that you don't care"

"That sounded like a run on sentence"

Adam took a deep breath, " You want to believe that you don't come to the football games and hide inside your dads old Berkely sweater. You want to pretend that you don't buy ballots to win one of the art freaks' latest masterpiece. But the truth is, you do care, Bre. You make fun of the pom pom's, you pine after the meat heads, you date the dashing einsteins, and you envy the modern day picasso's. Sometimes you wonder what it would be like~"

"To be one of you? I don't think so"

"To be apart of something" Adam hissed, "You wonder what it feels like to have a table that belongs to you, you wonder what it feels like to have everyone chanting your name...you wonder what it feels like to belong somewhere, Bre and guess what? You're getting that chance"

I swallowed and looked away from his impenetrable green eyes, "We're meeting at Kenny's Pizzeria to discuss our first mode of operation. It's the place beside the Ty's art hut, right in between May mart~"

"I know Kenny's" I grunted as Adam slowly pushed himself away from the table.

"I know you can't stand me, Bre" Adam whispered staring at me for a long time before looking away, "And I'm sorry for whatever it is I did"

You made me fall in love with you...

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