Cracks In Glass

Chapter Four

           Stepping into the cafeteria, I could smell the thick stench of grease. I had debated on leaving for lunch, and going some place that didn't make my stomach turn at the smell but I had decided that since I was going to be stuck here for two months that I might as well try to make friends. My eyes scanned the tables, looking for somewhere to sit but I couldn't find any open seats. Great, I was that person, the one who would stand awkwardly before they realized that no one wanted to sit with them. I have never been that person. I wasn't sure why I cared so much, I would only be there for a few months and it wasn't as if I was trying to climb up the social ladder but it was something that I was used to; being on top. After surveying the crowd one more time while I was in line, I realized that my best option was to just go outside and eat at one of the tables near the trees. At least there I could make it appear as if I were appreciating the scenery instead of eating alone.

Just as I stepped up to grab my meal from the limited selection, my phone vibrated. I glanced down at it to see that Dylan had texted me.

New information. Wanna meet up?

I debated it. It would be easy to skip school, I wouldn't have to deal with the awkwardness, but it would also show Dylan that he had me easy, and I wasn't easy. Without responding back to him I slid my phone into my pocket and I picked up a random array of food and made my way outside. A lot of the tables outside had at least one person sitting on it, which meant that I was going to be forced to sit with someone. That's when I saw the kid from earlier and decided to sit with him, just to fuck with him.

I slammed my tray down, causing him to look up from his notebook and glare.

"Hello, sunshine." I smiled sweetly. I sat down, crossing my legs with a smirk on my lips.

"What do you want?" He asked, his glare unrelenting.

"You're the only person I semi-know. Besides, I just wanted to fuck with you since your opinion of me can't get any worse." I stated, looking down at his notebook. I expected to see sketches, since he seemed like one of those guys, but instead I saw what looked like math equations.

"You don't even know my name, Greenfield." He said, turning his attention back to his notebook.

"Well, why don't you tell me. You should try not to be a dick sometimes, maybe then people would talk to you." I said, taking a bite from the apple on my plate.

"Maybe I don't want people to talk to me, did you ever consider that? Don't you have some cheerleaders to gossip with?"

"Can you stop making the assumptions on me and try to be nice, for once in your life." I snapped. "Seriously, can you not be a dick, for five minutes? I don't have any friends here and I am trying to socialize with you."

"Oh, the poor princess has fallen from her throne and needs help getting back on it." He mocked, not bothering to look up from his paper.

"Seriously, can you just tell me what the fuck your problem is with me, or at least my last name? Did my sister do something to piss you off? Did my brother? I want to know why you hate me so much." I said, setting the apple on my tray and leaning forward to him.

"Where should I start?" He bit. "Maybe with your brother, who got my sister pregnant and made her get an abortion, so that he wouldn't have a child 'get in the way'. Or, maybe your sister who nearly broke up my parents' marriage because she couldn't stay away from my dad. Or, maybe I should begin with your parents, who forced my family to move out the house that we had lived in our entire lives because they needed the land. Your family is full of corrupt assholes who deserve to rot in hell." He snarled. I could see his clenched fists through the holes in the table and I watched his jaw muscles contract as he clenched his jaw.