Starstruck II: Saruman's Curse

Mean Boys Pt 2 (Mean Girls AU)

   "Oh my god, would you look at Harry Potter's gym clothes," Kevin said, practically drooling.

"What a shock that all the Plaidsticks are in the same gym class" Sammy said with disgust.

"Who are the Plaidsticks?" I asked, extremely confused.

"The Plaidsticks are teen royalty. They run this school. That one with the glasses and the short black hair, that's Harry Potter. He has this way with people to get all their secrets. And the one without a shirt, that's Jimmy Kirk, the muscles of the operation. Just the muscles, though," Sammy said with a smirk.

"I sat next to him in English last year, and he asked me how to spell 'orange,'" Kevin said, never taking his eyes off Harry. Just then *Hells Bells by AC/DC began to play as the leader took his place on the soccer field. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt that extenuated his perfectly saggy front and plaid pajama pants slightly blowing in the wind. His friends joined him as they began to gossip and laugh.

"And that one, is Steven Proudfoot. What I wouldn't do to break his face in two. That son-of-a-bitch." Sammy just stared at him with a burning hatred for a few seconds until finally returning to the real world.

"Alright Cassie, can I call you Cassie?" Kevin asked, even though I could tell he had already decided to call me Cassie.

"I prefer Cas," I said in protest.

"Yeah, I'm gonna call you Cassie." Damn it. "So, what math are you taking this year?"

"I actually got moved to calculus," I said with a proud smile on my face.

"Oh my god, you're in twelfth grade math?" Kevin asked in utter disgust. "Why?" He asked, looking at me as if I just insulted his great ancestors.

"It's the same in every language," I said, candid.

"That's beautiful," Kevin said in a forgiving yet poetic tone.

"Here. This is your map to Holt Central," Sammy said, handing me what he had been working on since homeroom. It had all the classrooms and hallways, but the biggest portion of the drawing was the lunch room. "Where you sit at lunch is key. You have your preps, Jv jocks, mean black hotties, Senior jocks, sexually active band geeks, girls who eat their feelings, girls who don't eat anything, the best people you will ever meet: us, and the worst: The Plaidsticks."

Two class periods later and it was lunch time. With Sammy's map in mind, I scouted out him and Kevin, but I was stopped by the nerdy kid from my homeroom.

"Hey kid! Dropped your pocket!" he said. I looked down, confused. How the hell do you drop your pocket? As they erupted into laughter I realized it was a prank. Haha, very funny. Now how about a swift punch in the mouth?

"Is he bothering you?"

I turned to see who said that and froze when I saw it was Steven Proudfoot, Leader of the Plaidsticks.

"Jeremy, why don't you go be a little shit somewhere else," Steven said in a condescending tone. The kid lowered his head and walked away, wounded. I turned and smiled at him and started to walk away until I was interrupted.

"Sit with us," he said, pointing to the chair in front of him. I looked up to see Sammy waving me over.

"Come on, sit with us," and out of nowhere, I sat. What the hell! I looked over to see Sammy and Kevin gawking at me. I just shrugged because I had no idea what was going on.