High Tops to Heels

Chapter 3 - Lunch with the Cheerleaders

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I felt my hands starting to shake; Owen put his arm around me,

“Chill out, Max, they’re only girls,” He was trying to comfort me, but it wasn’t working; at all.

“You’re right,” I told him, I handed him my lunch box and I started over, this time with confidence.

     I stood over the cheerleader table; they all shot me a look, which sort of told me that I was unwelcome at their table. After about thirty more seconds, one of them decided to say something.

“Hey, Meghan, who’s that girl standing over us?” A blonde cheerleader whispered to a brunette one.

“I dunno, Chloe, maybe if we ignore her, she’ll go away,” Meghan whispered to Chloe.

I continued to stand there; hoping one would be nice enough to let me sit down.

     I looked over at my usual lunch table, Andrew and Kyle where talking and throwing things at each other, and Owen was looking over at me, giving me the ‘go on’ sign.

“Um, what are you doing here?” A ditzy girl with strawberry blonde hair asked me.

“I just wanted to know if I could sit with you all?” I asked.

One cheerleader blew a bubble with her gum, when it popped, she said, “Does it look like there’s room at our table?” She asked me.

     One of the cheerleaders at the far side of the table motioned for me to come over to her. I walked over there, trying to get the others to stop starring.

“Ignore them; you can sit next to me. I’m Jocelyn, by the way, Jocelyn Gregory” Jocelyn introduced herself. She had tan skin and dark brown hair that went just past her shoulders, and was curly.

“I’m Madeline Bishop,” I told her.

     I looked over Jocelyn’s shoulder to see the other cheerleaders still pointing and laughing at me. Go figure, they have nothing better to do.

“So what made you decide to come and sit with us?” Jocelyn asked as she took a bite of her salad.

“I’m not sure; I just thought it would be a nice change. I usually hang out with the guys over there,” I pointed over to my crowd.

“Well, I’m glad you decided to come over. Just beware, that’s Chloe, the one who was talking to Meghan earlier. She’s the captain, and by far, the bitchiest. Meghan is her other half, those two do everything together. Together, those two pretty much rule the school,” She told me.

“What about her?” I pointed to the girl who popped her gum earlier.

“Who her? That’s Tiffany Freeman, she’s a follower. Like, she tries to do everything Meghan and Chloe do. Her and that other girl over there with the reddish hair, that’s Kristi Wright, they’re ranked just under Meghan and Chloe; as far as popularity goes,” She told me.