Corrupted Jewel

Thursday Lunch- Chaste (chapter 2)

"Bite my Tongue" by Relient K

Ø  Thursday, Lunch-Cafeteria/Chaste Lunch Table

The tattooed girl watched intently as Jonny left the cafeteria. “Tiffani, do not make me pull your hair again,” hissed Eleanor who was sitting to the right of Tiffani. Eleanor’s long mousy-brown hair was pulled back in a braid, showing off her three spiral tattoo under her right ear. Her hazel eyes appeared aged and worn as she looked upon her other cousins.

“Let her look at the boys,” the ginger cousin proclaimed. “They are so much fun,” she added with a giggle. The ginger cousin winked one of her flirty blue-green eyes at a passing football player, who almost dropped his tray of food at the sight of her paying attention to him.

“Stop toying with the poor guys, Lillian,” said the only male ever allowed to sit at their lunch table. “You’re going to give them some sort of a complex thinking that they might actually have a chance with you.” Parker was tall and scrawny. He wore his brown hair neatly cut and highlighted in a natural way. He was usually the voice of reason alongside Eleanor, but rarely listened to. He had blue eyes that reflect off of the sky.

Lillian flipped her long ginger mane behind her left shoulder, “I’m pretty sure I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.” She smiled and turned to face Eleanor and Tiffani. Lillian loved the idea that she could make any boy do whatever she needed or wanted him to just because, by today’s standards, she looked like a supermodel.

Eleanor had been ignoring the whole boy baiting escapade, since it happened about three or four times a day with Lillian. Eleanor may have been considered a control-freak from an outsider’s perspective, but the cousins knew she was just usually looking out for the others best interest. She was also the oldest out of the cousins. Instead she was looking snoopily over at what Tiffani was so intrigued with in her sketch pad. “You better not be drawing him. I get a bad feeling about all of them,” Eleanor said with an edge to her voice as she glanced over at the bunch of misfits draped all over each other eating their unhealthy meals full of empty calories and tons of carbs.

“I thought you got more of a blank feeling about them,” Lillian chimed in, while finishing her applesauce in a flirty manner, which sounds weird but she made it totally possible. Lillian is the youngest out of them all, Tiffani being just one day older than her. Parker is the second oldest with his birthday right after Eleanor’s; so the four of them have birthdays just a day apart.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny,” Eleanor answered sarcastically. “Yes, I do get a blank feeling about him and the rest of them which gives me a bad feeling. I mean just look at the way they dress.” Eleanor pointed her finger accusingly their way.

“What’s wrong with the way they dress?” Tiffani asked curiously. She observed their dark outfits, as well as the black and red jewelry, thick makeup, and the odd charm appearing somewhere on every one of their bodies. Tiff did not think anything of the way they dressed, seeing how she dresses similar to them. She likes to wear the color black. She seems to find some kind of comfort from it.

Lillian and Parker both shot her a look but Lillian was the only one who spoke, “Really? Who wants to wear dark purple with black like that fat-cheeked girl?” She laughed under her breath, “And I’m not positive but I don’t think that scary chick is even wearing a bra.”

“That is pure jealousy!” Tiffani almost screeched at her cousins. “Just because they’re different, we automatically cast them out?” As she looked at her cousins, she realized that she was different from them. They always wore some kind of bright color and they also liked all kinds of happy music, while she likes skulls, never wears any other color besides black, and listens to all kinds of music but mainly rock, metal and rap.

“Um, yeah that’s kinda how this whole high school thing works,” Parker retorted. Both he and Lillian simultaneously air quoting “high school”.

“Well I think that’s a ton of bullshit!” Tiffani snapped. “Oh and by the way, Eleanor, I can draw whatever the hell I feel like. I don’t answer to you!” She then shot out of her seat and heaved her backpack over her left shoulder. She grabbed her sketch pad that was sitting on the table, and clenched it against her chest.

Eleanor jumped out of her chair declaring, “You better believe you have to answer to me!” Tiffani didn’t hear her; she had already marched through the cafeteria doors into the midday sun showering the commons.

Repositioning herself on her chair, Eleanor said “Nice going guys, you pissed her off.” Lillian and Parker, who were used to being blamed for everything bad between Tiffani and Eleanor, shrugged it off.