Not A Small Town Girl (dance moms and magcon)

Chapter 8

"What are you doing here?" I ask, slipping through the bench.

"Okay, everyone get away," Kalani addresses the overcrowding football players, "You act like you've never seen a girl before," she scoffs, pushing Jack away.

Decisively, they disperse on Kalani's command and retreat back to their table. Kendall looks their way, not bothering to pretend that she doesn't enjoy the attention.

"Well," I say, growing impatient for Kendall's explanation.

She adjusts her periwinkle printed romper before answering, "They said it wasn't too late to enroll."

"Who? Enroll where?" Kalani shoots out her questions.

"Here, enroll here. I'm not gonna be homeschooled anymore," Kendall replies, smiling.

"That's great K. But why didn't you tell us?" I ask, pulling out my turkey and cheese sandwich.

"I wanted to surprise you guys," she says.

"Surprised we are," Kalani spoke for the both of us, "Where were you all morning?"

"Getting my tour," Kendall answers.

"My brothers probably pissed you--" Kalani starts but then stops herself.

"So, you've met Lucas," I divert Kendall's attention.

"No, Mindy's back, she toured me," she explains.

"Oh, uh let me see your schedule. We probably have some classes together, hopefully," I say, motioning toward her.

Kendall unfolds the one folder she has with her. She pulls out the first paper sheet and hands it to me.

"Ah, see, we have gym, bio, lunch, history, foods, and english. Everything but math," I point out the classes on the paper.

"On fleek," Kendall replies, Kalani whinces at her use of the word 'fleek'.

"Out of pure curiosity, how many classes do you have with the uh--the freshmen sluts?" Kalani questions, fiddling with the wrapper of her blueberry muffin.

"Uh," I scan over the sheet and my memory, "Just two," I answer.

"Lucky you, beware of them," Kalani warns the both of us.

"What is this 'Mean Girls'?" Kendall snickers, mocking Kalani's grimness. 

"It's not a joke. Don't be friends with them," Kalani answers seriously.

I'm slightly taken aback by Kalani's abruptness. I can see that Kendall is too. But before either of us can ask questions the lunch bell rings its long drawn out tune.

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"Do you think Kalani was being a little over the top at lunch?" Kendall speaks freely. I shush her since she doesn't know how easily someone can overhear you and spread what you've said in a high school hallway.

"I don't know--I mean-- I don't know enough about them to judge but Kalani is our friend and I trust her," I whisper back.

"Well, I guess we'll see," she shrugs.

We walk into history class one after the other. Upon seeing Kendall--the now new girl--Mr. Reynolds quickly calls her over for her so-called 'orientation' to World History. I walk to my desk in the center of the room, three rows back from the front. I watch Kendall with Mr. Reynolds, I'm sure she's thinking 'omg why didn't maddie tell me he's beautiful'. Oh, there it is. The glance from Kendall that I expected. I smirk as she strides to the side of the room and mouths, "He's so hot." I roll my eyes.