She's all that and a bag of chips

Lunch with a star, I mean idiot

I was most obviously the first to laugh, the nickname I gave him a while back, will never cease to amuse me. He on the other hand looks completely and utterly confused. Poor guy... Not! Well kinda' it is kind of harsh, considering I don't know the guy. I quickly change the subject
"Come on losers lets get to lunch, my trucks at the shop, so we're taking my baby bel-air."
"Whatever, I'm starving, I need food, hurry up!" Says Claire.
"You guys wanna race?!"
"Last one there's a rotten egg!!" Yells Kelsi
I start running at full speed, sure that I'm going to win, when I get half way to the car, I look back, to see Dalton looking up in shock, and my friends laughing their butts off. They set me up! Those little jerkheads!! Kelsi the blonde of the group, who agreed to racing is laughing at me the hardest, well jokes on them, now their all rotten eggs! I jog to the drivers seat of my car. Prepared to be laughed at, I start thinking of funny idiotic things to say, to make it look like I knew all along, when in all actuality we all know different. The gang+ Dalton finally arrive.
"WOAH!! IS THIS YOURS?!!!"
Typical boy
" Nope, I though I'd hot wire this baby, and take this fine car on a joy ride!" I say popping the p on nope
Silence. This idiot. Silence
"I'm being sarcastic, it's mine."
"ITS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IVE EVER SEEN, I think I might cry!"
"Thanks, I guess, come on guys get in the car, we haven't got all day."

Margarita, the lively spirit, the girl in the captain America sweatshirt with tan skin and a small figure gets into the Camaro next to my baby, along with Elle, the wise spirit, the girl with long lashes, and long pretty hair, Lola, the sarcastic spirit, the girl with fair skin, and pretty eyes, and Kelsi, the humorous spirit, the blonde with curly hair, and a contagious laugh and on the left I see the rest of the girls getting into a mustang, these jerks, their forcing me with him! I see Claire, the chill spirit, the one with curly brown hair, and a volleyball ball sweatshirt, Jane, the quiet spirit, with a politeness to her, and a pretty side braid cascading down her back, and Guatemala, the band spirit, with a cool fall out boy shirt, and her constant joking, all hop in to the car. I'm going to kill all of them one day, I swear. Just kidding, I wouldn't dare hurt even a butterfly.
Now all that's left, is the broken fiery spirit, the girl with damaged auburn hair, and depthless soul, and the logger headed spirit, who hopped into the passenger seat beside me, with spiked black hair, and a toned body.

The. worst. car. ride. ever.

Ok, so it wasn't bad, it was actually quite enjoyable , but it's not like I'd ever let anybody else know that. Dalton kept using pick up lines on me, and joking around the whole ride. I tried to keep my laughter to myself, but at some lines, I just couldn't help it, especially when he used my own weakness to me, as we pull up to Kings Dr. In,
"Please don't Trump my feelings, but on a scale of 1 to America, how free are you this Friday night?" I'm literally dying of laughter at this point, so I bite my lip like the goof I am, trying not to let him know that he could make me laugh this much. I know my face has to be beyond ridiculous right now.
"Hey, you might want to stop making your face like that, it might get stuck."
Here's where I oh so attractively snort
So sue me. As said by Hannah Montana, and I quote, Ahem, "Nobody's perfect!", I know so hard to believe, especially when people like me exist, but trust me, we all do imperfect things. Jk, I know, I'm far from perfect.
I order our food,
"So why don't you hang out with the rest of your team?"
"Huh?"
"Your team? Ya' know cheer? Ring a bell? Aren't you captain or something?
Well isn't somebody sarcastic today.
"Well, let's just say, cheerleaders don't get along with me, and neither do I them, when they act snarky towards people."
'Including me' I include under my breathe.
"Why don't you come sit with me and my friends tomorrow?"
"Well don't you're friends include the cheerleaders, I've seen you around with them?"
"Geez, stereotyper much? Haha, nah I don't usually get along with the cheerleaders either." He chuckles
"Whaaaaaa?! The Dalton O'Riley doesn't like cheerleaders?! The one whose supposedly made out with over half of the cheerleading team?! This Dalton O'Riley?! Oh no! It just simply couldn't be!" I exaggerate dramatically, trust me, being dramatic is kinda' my thing. Blushing the boy next to me gasps dramatically, so he thinks 2 can play at this game?.... It is so on!
"Yeah sure, Miss. I don't know you, if you didn't know me, you wouldn't know my last name." Me mutters scratching the back of his neck
"Besides, what are you the kissing police?" He chuckles.
"No, more like STD avoider, but whatever sets your sail, buttercup."
I smirk. The gang ditched us as soon as we got here. Losers. My friends suck! Ahhhh but I gotta love 'em!
And with that, me and the star of Heartfard High, more like idiot, head back to school with only minutes to spare.