Mr. Right and Mr. Wrong

18

"Whatever." I say, sticking a sliced apple past my glossy lips and adoring the beautiful juicy taste.

I smiled at Tristan and he chuckled.

"Really. I mean I've never seen your 'faggot of a friend' wear one dull color this week."

It's true.

I've only seen Calvin wearing bright neons and yellow shirts all week. That's probably how he got together with Lyndon. Most 'pretty girls' are attracted to pretty or bright things and right now, Calvin is the brightest thing I've ever seen.

I guess I'm not pretty because I won't get distracted by anything bright or pretty for five seconds or more.

"I mean I guess it's neon week for him." I giggled as I spotted Calvin; His bright yellow shirt that said 'pizza' wasn't hard to spot at all. He strolled towards the table, hand-in-hand with the blonde everyone knows.

We've all sat in the same spot all this week and I've rarely spoken for two days because she was sitting there, giving me dirty looks every time I spared a glance at Tristan or even opened my mouth to speak.

Then I made a theory that she weren't very established in Calvin as she'd have claimed to be. I scowl at her making Calvin notice. Calvin gave me a cross-examined look and for a moment I felt nothing but sympathy for him and his poor brain.

I then went to analyze my theory and glided closer to Tristan. I gave her the most sham smile I could collect and she zeroed-in on me with piercing eyes, making me roll mine.

Tristan looked down at me and quirked a questioning brow. He turned his glowering gaze on Lyndon who happened to be wearing a very skimpy outfit. His eyes skimmed her with shame and then he glanced over at Calvin.

Bless Calvin's poor heart and head.

Calvin and Lyndon take their seats before Calvin starts hysterically checking his pockets.

My eyebrows tug together in confusion and as well as Tristan's.
Lyndon seemed pretty fund of Calvin's hunt; Smirking sinisterly, she tapped his shoulder.

Calvin stopped a bit and Lyndon leaned over and whispered in Calvin's ear, looking at me with that horrific smile.

Calvin's eyes went wide and his cheeks soon flooded with color.

Lyndon then pulled out Calvin's slick black phone and put it into Calvin's hand.

He blushed harder.

I quirked an eyebrow at him and Tristan and I look at each other before looking back at the couple before us.

"Hello." I say, sending daggers towards Lyndon and not speaking     directly to Calvin but to the thing beside him.

She looks over at me and fake smiles before sticking a piece of leafy green lettuce into her mouth. As if she didn't look skinny enough, she had low fat everything on her tray. I don't understand why she'd put herself through so much pain.

If I were her--judging by the looks of how her ribcage pokes out of her chest look a sore thumb--I would eat everything in my path.

She hands me a disapproving look; it looked as if though she smelled something foul.

She might be smelling herself but none the less, that's none of my business.

I look over at Calvin.

"So how is community service?" I question, my back perched for good news because it was desperately what I needed from my best friend even though community service isn't much fun, I knew that Calvin would find any way to make it better.

"Well, it's going fine. I mean I've made more acquaintances. We talk when the guard isn't out looking at us."

"Oh well that's good." I catch a glance of Jake out the corner of my eye.

He comes around and plops down right in the middle of Calvin and Lydon and smiles sheepishly.

"Ello humans-" he looks over at me and fake coughs, "Jenna."

Lyndon muffles her chipmunk laugh.

I grimace at Jake.

"Why are you here?" Tristan inquires, nodding his head towards Jake.

"Because I can be here. This is a free country last time I checked." Jake throws Tristan a boyish grin then stuffs a fry in his mouth.  Tristan stands and grabs his plate.

"Let's go." He says to me.

He walks away smoothly as I scurry to get up and grab all my things. I stuff them in my bag, muttered my incoherent apologies, and begin to walk away but a hand wraps around my arm, pulling me to a stop.

I turn to look at the person who possessed the arm.

"Be careful." Jake says to me, and with that he let's me go, again. Again like last time he gave me away to Tristan.

I huffed out a breath, rolled my eyes at him, and sashayed away after Tristan.