I had my lunch in my hand, and looked around.
In every high school, students have their lunch guide.
The jocks, which are yelling, hitting the table, throwing a football, or stuffing their faces.
The semi-normal’s who just eat their lunch and socialize.
The emo’s who are either scratching words into the lunch table, playing with blades, or staring out into space.
The loners, spread out vigorously across tables throught the cafeteria
And then there’s me, hopelessly looking for an empty table, or in my case Bambi.
I did a 360 one last time, and my sights landed on Tyler, he looked at me and smirked, as in a stupid-bitch way. Oh and of Course, the popular table. Surprise Surprise.
I turned away annoyed and I looked around trying to find Bambi I hopes she'd let me sit with her. If not I was fine settling for an empty table.
I turned and saw Maddi bitching at her boyfriend, when some creep of a jock came behind a grabbed my ass. I turned around grabbed his hand, and made sure my thumb was pressed on his pressure point. Right below the third finger, "No gropping south of the equator,” I paused. “or north creep." I added. I let go and walked away.
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