Chapter 2: Party Crashers Unite!

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The lunch bell rung, and like usual everyone grabbed their stuff and stampeded out of the room. Anthony and I on the other hand, walked calmly to the outside eating area and sat where we always did.

We were outcasts, we knew it and didn't give a rats behind about it! We had each other! We also had Zene. We called her Z for short. She had wavy brown hair with blonde streaks and hazel eyes that looked more golden than brown. She was multi-cultured, with the skin of someone with indian decent. She met me and Anthony's two person crew 4 years ago in 7th grade. She joined us and we became the 3 musketeers.

"Heeeyyy." Z joined us at our table smiling big.

"Wassup Z!" I greeted her back.

"Hey girl!" Anthony smiled at Z then ate another barbecue chip.

I bit into my green apple as I went back to scribbling words in my song book. Z and Anthony watched me curiously as they always did.

Suddenly Z slammed her hand down on the table with an angry look on her face as she stared past Anthony's head. I suddenly looked up and to where she was looking.

I spotted Mia Faslo with her group of bimbos that hung on her every word. I put my hand on Zenes shoulder to keep her from jumping out her seat and ripping the their heads off. We definitely didn't need her getting suspended for more violence!

Anthony tilted his head not even paying attention to our situation at hand. He was obviously tuning into someone else's conversation like the sneaky gay spy he was.

I kept my restraints on Z and watched Anthony ease drop waiting for him to spill the beans about whatever he was so intensely listening to.

Finally, a he grinned big at me and Z. "Are you ladies up for a party tonight?" Z and I looked at him confused. He just kept that evil grin on his face knowing that we'd catch on pretty soon.

I of course was the first one to get what he was putting down. I grinned evily as well. Z caught on shortly after me. We all shared eye contact that would look totally awkward to other people, but we knew better. We were after all, the masters of all party crashers.

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