The Miraculous Story of Harper Lynn

Chapter 2.

      So much for the soccer team idea. First thing on the announcements this morning was a list of all the games  the "undefeatable by all except South" soccer team had this weekend. Oh well, I was never a "sporty" child anyways. Nevertheless I went to registration office and took a pamphlet for all team sports and other "things". Not that I think that I'll be joint the Waffle Club anytime soon, but just in case. I decided i'd look through them all later.

     Five minutes before algebra ended, I left for the "bathroom". I didn't have to use the facilities, but there is no way in hell I'm letting myself sit on the floor alone again.

     I reach the cafeteria with two minutes to spare, and for the most part, it's empty. Eight rows of circular tables, each with about six per row, seating a number that's too big to think of right now. on the far right wall a kitchen half the size of my house is bustling with cooks laying out already-made meals for the hoards of teens that would soon be arriving.

     I meander through the rows until I reach the one farthest from the kitchen and by the emergency exit. I figure it's always good to have an escape plan in case my plan takes a rotten turn. I sit down and wait quietly for the bell to ring. 

      Suddenly I hear loud whooping and shrieks from the commons, and I turn to see a group of kids leaping running and dancing into the cafeteria. With them I notice is Zach and Lexi, the two juniors in my German class. They skip in, following a tall lanky boy with dark shaggy hair and very large gages. In the midst of all the chaos strides quiet possibly the hottest girl ever. 

      She's short, at least six inches below the rest of them, but she has a great figure. Long legs and a tiny waist, her black crop-top shows her full breasts as she runs. Short choppy dark hair bobs up and down, and even though I'm halfway across the room I can see her blue eyes glitter with mischief. 

     I don't realize I'm staring until they stop right at the table I'm sitting at. Zach cocks an eyebrow at me and looks to the rest of the group. They shrug, still panting from the run over here. I still stare at the girl, mesmerized by the inquisitive grin she gives me. Like a cat toying with a mouse. I think to myself. Still, this cat is pretty damn sexy.

     Zach suddenly leans in close to me, and grabs me by the shirt collar, pulling me close. I had no idea he even had that much strength, either that or I am just seriously tiny. 

     "Hey you...Heyyyy I know you! You're that punk from German. Lex, he's that prick that sits between us." his voice is low, lower than mine will probably even go this year, and gravelly. Lexi turns to me, a flicker of recognition across her face before she smiles warmly. 

      "Oh YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH," She giggles, "Put'em down Zach, stop trying to be scary." She wiggles her fingers, and Zach immediately releases his grip on me.

I slump back into my seat, a little freaked out, but mostly insanely curious. Is this a gang? I think, then shake the the thought away. Although its quite possible. I can't help but think that I picked both the best and worst table to sit at. The bell rings, surprising me. I jump a little and the group chuckles. I see the lanky tall one staring at me, index and thumb holding his pointy chin, a sly grin across his face.

     "Prick can't take a clue," Zach points to me, "because he is STILL sitting at our table." I quickly stand up and back away as if the table might spring alive and eat me whole.

     "Sorry" I mumble, staring at my feet. God I am so stupid, I had to pick THIS table to sit at.

     "Whatever, let's just go to the lake today." Lexi says, and starts towards the door. Zach sneers at me on his way out.

      "You wanna come?" I look up, and the short girl is staring at me, that half-grin still playing across her red lips. My face flushes, and I open my mouth but nothing comes out.

     "What? Harp you CAN'T be serious." Zach has appeared again, leaning into the building and looking between me and "Harp".

      "Yeah, why not? Besides," the tall boy speaks, "He's cute." Lexi giggles and takes me by the hand, and I am swept outside with the possible-gang, possible-new friends.

      "Just go with it" Harp whispers in my ear as the door closes behind us. I wonder to myself what "It" is.