The cafeteria at lunchtime was literally just like being inside a tornado. Except you know how in the eye of the tornado it’s supposedly really calm, quiet, and still? Yeah, the Burke High School cafeteria’s tornado had no calm, quiet center.
It was like the sound of everyone trying to talk all at once over the noise (which just made it louder) kept swirling around nonstop throughout the cafeteria. Thankfully three years of this has taught me how to deal with the cafeteria chaos fairly well.
Britt and I sat at our usual table with the rest of the cheerleaders and a few of the football players (Yep, your stereotypical ‘Popular table’).
I didn’t really like any of them…well with the exception of Britt and Dylan I guess. I mean, the girls were totally superficial and constantly obsessing over their hair and lip gloss and manicures…I mean don’t get me wrong, those are very important things, but seriously that’s literally ALL they talk about EVER.
As for the boys, well boys will be boys I guess. I mean what boy doesn’t spend every waking moment talking about this girl’s ass, or that girl’s skills ‘in bed’.
Even Dylan gets into those conversations which kind of bugs me. I mean his girlfriend is sitting right next to him…can’t he quit the ‘ass, sex, and boobs’ conversation for like a minute and show a bit of interest in my life?
I was about to bite into my tuna fish sandwich when out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a familiar flash of chocolate brown hair. All of a sudden something in my gut told me that this wasn’t good…that something was about to go down.
I swear to god, I must be psychic or something because at that exact moment I hear someone shout “Yo McClure, what up!” I froze in my seat as did about half the cafeteria…including Dylan.
It’s like everything went in slow-motion, I was too afraid to turn around, hoping what I’d heard had just been in my head, although judging by the reaction of most of the sophomores, juniors, and seniors (freshmen weren’t around in middle school to know what went down), this was for real.
As if to confirm my worst nightmare being re-lived, another shout came from a couple tables in front of us, “Hey Matt, over here!” I recognized the voice to be my brother’s. Oh god Ben, do you realize what you’ve just done!
Suddenly, out of nowhere (well actually I half expected it to happen sometime) Dylan pounds a fist on the table, and I could feel him scoot his chair back and get up slowly.
I was too afraid to even look anywhere or make any sudden movement, so I just stared intently at my tuna sandwich, with no intention of eating it.
Then as if the rest of the chattering kids noticed something was about to go down, the noise in the cafeteria reduced to nothing but a slew of whispers. People knew not to cross Dylan’s path…especially when he’s angry. And let me tell you, he was angry.
Soon enough I had finally mustered up the courage and confidence to lift my gaze from my sandwich as it fell on Kyle, then Britt, who were both looking up wide-eyed at the same person, and finally Dylan standing up next to me with clenched fists, white knuckles, and veins popping out of his neck.
He was facing Matt who stood very nonchalantly with an eyebrow raised ever so slightly and a relaxed…maybe even amused expression. AMUSED??? What the hell?! This boy isn’t just playing with fire, he’s playing with freaking dynamite!
“What the HELL do you think you’re doing back here at my school McClure” Dylan spat viciously.
“Well JOHNSON, I can do whatever I want to do at my school, can I not?” Matt smirked…SMIRKED! I just wanted to yell ‘stop this before you get yourself in a whole mess of trouble Matt!’
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Smokin' Hot
MizahJennifer Taylor has spent the last three years working her way up to the top of the high school food chain. But she couldn't get to where she is now without making a few sacrifices. What happens when one of those "sacrifices" comes back for Jennif...
