Music Box

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

[Edited.]

"Meatball Suuubs!" Hannah's arms spread out as she twirled in a small circle. She chuckled, eyes focused on he Cafeteria doors as Susan and I quietly trailed behind; reading Lock & Key by Sarah Dessen, glancing up every now and then before glancing at each other and giggling. We didn't even know why, we just were, and it seemed like Hannah doesn't care so it doesn't really matter either.

"Romeo, Alex! Hey!" Hannah ran ahead of us as Susan and I watched her retreat to her group of friends. Susan told me that she and Hannah were well known around the school. They weren't 'Popular' just well known as the happiest, hilarious, gorgeous pair of Best Friend's in school. Therefor, i've seen a lot of people that I never knew existed in Beverly.

After a moment of silence, a wave of admiration engulfed me as I simply smirked at Hannah. Her loud chuckling echoing down the halls. "Hannah should watch who she hangs around with, sometimes," it was a barely audible whisper from

Sarah's thin lips, a smile still gracing her lips as her brows furrowed, causing her forehead to crease. "Miranda Guccinolé keeps staring at her. It's almost as if she's upset or jealous that most of the male population around is well acquainted with Hannah instead herself."

I thought about this, Miranda Guccinolé, she was the snotty girl that demanded almost everything. Sarah told me that she wasn't a cliché type of In-group girl, however if one read several 'Bad Boy' romance novels, they probably would've thought she was a cliché bad boy's slut in the In-group or the older sister's cheer toy; which she probably was. Only problem?

List of Differences:

1. She's not a blue eyed blonde. She's a grey eyed blonde with red fiery tips at the end of her hair.

2. She's not the cheer captain or the co-captain, her older sister keeps her in track half the time, however she's mainly the top druggie in school, rumors I tell you.

3. Anything that consists of pink and glitter is too over the top. None of that stuff, she adores. It's not like she wants to be the next prodigy of Barbie™. If anyone wants to, they need some serious plastic surgery and a platinum blonde wig, etc.

4. She doesn't manipulate her way through teachers. If you come to her, wanting help or money, she'd manipulate you in any possible way, shape or form, she could.

5. She's no slut and doesn't like motorcycles. She's all about the sports cars.

6. Tattoo's are not embodied on her skin. Piercings? Probably so.

How I know this? Well, while Miranda's eyes stared at Hannah; with this longing, cold glare, Sarah and I watched her from a distance, her body tense as her fists clenched and unclenched. "We shouldn't stare, let's go get some lunch, yeah?" I nudged Sarah gently and she looked up at me with that same smile gracing her lips. I took it as a 'yes' as we walked to the cafeteria doors. With a side way glance, we smiled, pushed the doors gently and simultaneously while giggling at our childish behavior.

When we entered the cafeteria, I only thought and acknowledged one thing: Food.

There was a long line of people, I suggested to just wait for it to die down. With a shrug as a response, we chose a booth by the window, it was near the cafeteria doors as we watched the jocks toss their footballs back and forth outside. Their already finished portion of lunch left on the courtyard tables. The girls that were with them were merely average girls to tomboys that consisted on talking animatedly or gaze at the jocks longingly. Some, shockingly reading novels as the cheerleaders had their own little table nearby. A few consisted on sitting with the jocks, but not many. If anything, they too, were talking animatedly, painting their nails, or gazing at the boys that passed by their cocky grins and signature hair flips. Some girls even tried tossing the football between the Jocks as they taunted their weak throws, just before being proven wrong that is.

Sarah was watching the teenagers too, I glanced at her and she glanced at me before giving me another smile. With her eyes wandering back to the jocks, I continued to watch as well. A girl in the, maroon and white, soccer attire came and kicked the football, teaching a typical dumb blonde cheerleader how to kick it as the Jocks nodded in approval. That is, until it hit a bookworm on the head. She wasn't fazed though, she just continued reading 'til they got her attention. When she looked up, she waved before looking clueless for a brief moment. As if realizing what they were talking about, her friend grumpily threw the football at the jocks, only to hit one of them in the face as people outside began chuckling at his baffled expression.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Aren't you hungry?!" Hannah exclaimed excitedly as she arrived at the table with three meatball subs on her tray. She handed Sarah and I a napkin before giving us a meatball sub. "Gosh, you both owe me a dollar. Cough it up," she demanded with an expecting hand out. With a roll of her eyes, Sarah pocketed a dollar as did I. "Shut up," I heard Sarah mumble.

"Anyways!" Hannah said, brushing Sarah off slightly. "Why were you ogling Leon?"

"Leon?" I questioned, snatching Hannah's fork as she shrugged it off before snatching some random guy's fork from his tray.

"I wasn't ogling him," Sarah mumbled, her face now covered with her hands as she gave a defeated sigh. Hannah, she just i gave her a flat look before stuffing her face in the meatball sub. After a couple of quick glances at Hannah and Sarah, Sarah glancing at us whilst Hannah gave her this 'I don't believe you' look, she finally decided to give up. "I was merely wondering what it would be like if we were like them."

Hannah contemplated this, wiping her mouth with her napkin before sighing, shoulders slumped as she leaned against Sarah. "Don't you love just being the way we are now?" She all but whispered. Sarah nodded and peeking out of the corner of her closed eyes, Hannah smirked. "Then why think such a thing?" It was a rhetorical question and the two besties smiled at nothing before turning to look at each other.

After a while, they erupted into laughter. Banting about what the past and what they should do when they get home. I'd be lying if I said that I never really had any friends before, and as I watch these two now, I know I could never come between them. I took my iPhone out and opened my folder before clicking on 'Camera', capturing the moment between the two of them as they smiled and giggled. However, as I smiled down at the picture I spotted someone else ending up in the picture as well. Looking anything but happy.

Miranda Guccinolé.

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Sorry! I had a bad writers block, but I have an idea for Chapter Three, stay with me you guise! (I'm serious, i'm struggling here and I really want this novel to succeed. c;)

Anyways, i'm going to start working on Chapter Three and maybe, Chapter Three will be updated tonight, or tomorrow, or Friday, or maybe even Saturday. Either way.. C'mon, bare with me, okay? I'm struggling. I have 10% of date left on my phone and I don't have internet soooo.. Patience is a virtue. (I also broke my laptop charger; defeated sigh.)

Not only that, I don't like how short this chapter is. But, heeeey, what's up with Miranda you guiseee? Hehe, continue reading to find out? ;D

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