It's All On Fate

Chapter 7

HI LOVELIES!! I haven't updated in so long, but that's because I had a butt load of homework. Here's another chapter! As always, please ignore mistakes throughout this chapter and don't forget to follow me, comment your opinions, and share this with your friends!!
-Shar

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"Hi, uhm sorry." I said in an uneasy tone.

"Hey aren't you the new girl? The one who lives next to me! You're the chick who lost her damn scarf as an excuse to talk to me!" he exclaimed, pointing his finger at me.

WHAT?
Me? WANT AN EXCUSE TO TALK TO HIM? This beast of a creature? I mean sure, he was attractive, but well, let me be honest, I've seen way better.

I clenched my fists and let out a loud sigh.

"Excuse me? I made an excuse to talk to YOU? I didn't do shit. Excuse me if the fucking wind here blew my AUNT'S scarf away. Wow. You're such a dick. An airhead dick, no, a douche, no wait, worse. Who do you even think you are?" I yelled, throwing my hands up for emphasis.

I don't even know what's coming out of my mouth at this point. I'm just straight up rambling.

By this time, I had captured every person in the cafeteria's attention.

"You think you're SOOO hot? You think you're better than everyone else? Well think again, buddy, you're nothing bu-"

I was cut off by a finger tapping me on the shoulder.

"What?" I screamed exasperated. I turned around and was met by the face of a scrawny blonde girl in one of those cheerleader outfits. She had in her hand a cup of strawberry flavored milkshake. SHIT. What is going on here, what did I ju-.

I was cut off from my thoughts when the blond, with a flick of the wrist, poured the drink all over me.

The cafeteria was dead silent. I let out a loud gasp.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH! Who the hell do you think you are? Some tramp coming to rescue lover boy over here?" I screamed.

"Why you lit-" she started.

I cut her off by whipping my hair around, crazily.

Most of the milkshake in my hair soon ended up on her cheerleading outfit.

She let out a loud huff as she and her clique stomped away.

I turned and faced lover boy once again. Putting a hand on my hip, I raised my eyebrows before turning on my heel, grabbing my bag as I went.

I walked into the empty hallway and was met by the bathrooms. Knowing the cheerleaders and the tramps probably ran into this bathroom, I walked off to find another one, not looking to increase the problem.

I soon found one almost three hallways away from the cafeteria and walked in.

Behind the door stood a petite chocolate brown haired girl. She smiled and said a quick hi to me before repining her hair with a bobby pin.

"You know, what you did was pretty fucking cool. I wish I had the fucking guts to do that to Nelissa."

"Oh, uhm thanks. Wait, it that her name? Nelissa?" I asked.

"Mhm, classic bitch name for a handmade bitch like her."

"I'm Delfena Conroy." I said, chuckling.

"Margaret, but call me Margie."

"So, Margie, what prodigy are you?" I asked hoping not to make the situation more awkward.

"Oh, I'm an figure skating prodigy."