"what the actual fuck is this meredith?" qamara asked in front of me in the lunch cue as meredith, our lunch lady since i can remember, placed a huge glob of brown things on qamara's plate. "is this dog food? or dog shit? oh my god, ew, it's moving!"
"language qamara!" she glared at her. "it's some sort of dumpling, and don't blame me, it's all on the cook."
everyone in the line peeped behind meredith to find a new sweaty lunch lady preparing our food. we cringed and qamara pushed the plate back to meredith and simply walked away, holding the ice pack to her cheek. zayn, being the annoying prick he normally is, put out his foot from behind me causing her to trip over it. she obviously assumed it was me, and turned to me with a deathly look.
"oh look nora, i tripped over a rat, and a cockroach," she said to the brunette, smirking at us. she was beautifully evil, i'll give her that.
"who sprinkled the bitchy dust?" zayn muttered under his breath as he slid out his phone.
umm, duh, you.
she glared at us and took a step closer, "trip me again and i'll shove one of these shitty british dumplings so far up your ass that
estarías hablando japonés rotos," she threatened, then turned to leave. her friend, nora, gave us an apologetic smile and scurried after her.
"well, at least we know now that she's not british," zayn chuckled.
i glared at him.
"what?"
estarías hablando japonés rotos
means
you'd be speaking broken japanese
YOU ARE READING
bitch.
Random"all i want to do is love you, and you fight me every step of the way."
