"Kenz, come on. Eat your lunch. You haven't had anything since we got back to school," Megan tried.
"I'm still on the English time."
"Bullshit. You got back five days ago. You should be fine."
"I'm not eating these nasty ass mashed potatoes, Meg, now leave me alone."
Megan pushed the potatoes away and leaned forward on the table, using her crossed arms as a support. I knew my best friend was not one to be talked to like that and I never did. So she had to know something was up now.
"Kenzie, I know you're mad about everything that happened over break, but you can't let it control you. Frankly, I'm scared for you. I feel like you could just snap at any moment, and I... I don't want my best friend getting hurt."
"I'm not suicidal or anything, Meg. Don't worry."
"Denial. That's the first sign."
"Meg, seriously, it's just a bad break-up. I'll get over it eventually. Who knows, I could have a boyfriend next week or something."
"Oh my God, speaking of that, Steven Zimmerman has been talking about you non-stop for the past few days. I think he just might have a crush on you."
"Wait, like starting point guard of the varsity basketball team Steven Zimmerman?"
"Yeah!"
"If he is talking about me, I'll let him. Damn, he can have anything he wants." I sat up, excitedly, feeling normal for the first time in weeks. Meg always helped when I was upset.
"Giving up even more than you already have?" A boy called out from the next table over. Meg and I looked at him curiously.
"This is a seven hundred person school, Brooks. You had to know that word would get around," another added.
But it was the original boy's hand motions that let me know what they were talking about and my face went pale. It took Meg a second longer to notice. She looked at me as soon as the boys started to laugh, probably expecting me to cry. But you know what? I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction. It's not like what they were saying was a lie; why not show them how much I didn't care?
I stood up and pushed my seat back so hard that it fell to the ground with a loud crash... loud enough for the entire cafeteria to stop what they were doing and look. I walked right up to the boy and his face dropped. I guess I could be intimidating when I wanted to be. Olivia had taught me how to do that well.
"And don't you wish it was you?" I sneered. "You so wish it was you who had gotten what I did to Tom. You're so jealous that you have to just tell everyone about it, don't you? Well, I guess since everyone knows that I gave Tom Felton head," I threw my arms out and shouted for the whole room to hear. Everyone's eyes opened in shock, hinting that they didn't really know. At least they heard it from a reliable source... "it doesn't matter that I say it now." The boys just stared at me. "You can all suck my nonexistant dick," I finished pointing my fingers at them then picking up my mashed potatoes and dumping them on the head of the boy who started everything before running out of the cafeteria.
I had been strong enough. Now I let the tears flow again as I made my way, quickly, to the girls' locker room. It was the only place I knew would be completely empty and remain that way until I was done crying.
As soon as I sat down on the bench, I felt arms wrap around me. I didn't care who it was at the moment, but once I burried my face in their shoulder, I found myself happy that it was Megan. I could tell it was her by her perfume.
"I just want him back, Meg! I just want Tom back!"
"I know, baby girl. I know..."
