Perfection

Chapter 4

We continue to eat our food as we see Bella come into the cafeteria. Sera smiles and waves at her but she keeps walking towards where we are sitting, she walks up to the only spot left at out table and sits down. The cafeteria goes quiet as everyone looks at me.

"What are you doing?," I sneer. She can't sit here, people would die for that seat, there is a list and if I don't like you're going to have a hard time sitting here. No exceptions, especially for that thing. I look around and people are glaring at Bella. 

"Sitting down," She replies. 

"No," I say in a disgusted tone. 

"No what?" Bella asks innocently and genuinely confused.

"No sitting here," I say scornfully. "We don't want or need you here." 

"Gwen?" Jaxton says. " I um-"

"What!?" I scream as I slam my hand on the table. Now I know everyone is looking at our table for sure. 

"Why can't she sit here?" He asks.

"Because, It's not right!" I say glaring at him, giving him one of my looks that means don't you fuck up with me cause if you do, you're gonna get it. 

He immediately recognizes the look and shuts up. 

I look at Blair for help,  I can't look like more if a bitch than I actually am. She gets the message. 

"Look, Bella." Blair starts. "In case you haven't noticed, we are a very exclusive group, and it is very difficult to get to actually sit with us if Gwen and Chance don't approve," She motions to us and Bella looks over, I glare at her as Blair continues. "You can leave now, or suffer utter hell in this school from Gwen if she doesn't like you, which appears to be the case here, you won't make it here, she always gets her way."

I smile smugly, nicely said my friend, nicely said. 

"Exactly," I say not needing to say anything else. I look at Sera for her to come and take Bella. She walks up to the table without making eye contact with me. Good idea. She whispers something into Bella's ear and her eyes open as if to wake up from a trance. 

"Sorry," She mumbles before walking away with Sera. 

"Damn right," I say as our table bursts out in laughter. 

"Guess who?" Someone asks with their hands covering my eyes. On instinct, I smile. I can still see, which kinda defeats the purpose.  The fingers move farther away so that I can see, Sandra shakes her head with wide eyes. I remove the hands from my face. 

Ugh, It's probably Mason.  

I turn around to see Mason with his usual smug grin plastered on his face. There is a purplish, black ring around his eye. I guess that's what Chace means by 'little talk'.  

"Looks like someone dressed up to impress daddy," he says. 

"The fuck," I say as grab Chance's hand defensively. "No, I dress to impress no one."

"Ahh, still with golden boy I see," He says with a smirk, motioning to our hands. 

"Yes, I respond, a golden boy for a golden girl."