Normal, Ordinary, Average. [On Hold]

6 : Some Call Me Violent. I Call Myself Effective.

So sorry this is late - I hope you all still enjoy and remember what has happened in the previous chapters.

Dedicated to @michelin_man who guessed the movie quote correctly in the last chapter.

Pic of Logan/Lily to the side. Aren't they beauts?! :')

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6 : Some Call Me Violent. I Call Myself Effective.

My school is pretty darn average and completely normal in our lovely sunny country of England.

Sure, we have popular people, nerdy people, a couple of Goths and maybe even the odd druggie; but it’s not as socially secluded and stereotyped as most teenage books and click flicks present schools to be. I guess the biggest cliché of all has been the recent arrival of Mr Bad Boy Logan Parker himself – but that’s not the point.

My point is that as I’m sat here, in the dining hall, enjoying a scrummy lunch of tomato pasta – brought from home of course, if there’s one stereotypical thing about schools, then it’s how utterly terrible their food is – I don’t see a sea of tables all containing certain categories of people. Come on guys, we’re not in Mean Girls.

And if there is one way to prove a stereotype wrong then it’s my own table which is accompanied by me, the resident invisible girl, and Charlie, the resident Princess. Noah is god knows where, doing God knows what – he is a boy after all, he does have to have his space away from the ultimate girly-ness of Charlie.

Looking over to the left hand side of the room, I do however see a crowd of students – hm, I guess the popular people have made an appearance. Now, I don’t want you to think I’m a hypocrite – yes, our school does have popular people, like it has geeks, musicians, emos etc. – but they’re not freaking jocks or cheerleaders like you’d expect. They’re basically just girls who wear way too much makeup, boys who think that humping and dumping is a sport in itself and a whole load people hoarding a whole load of poor brain cells that are unfortunately going unused. Well, that’s if they even have brain cells…

And as if by magic, suddenly the whole dining hall starts mumbling. I carry on eating my food that’s way too nice to ignore, although Charlie’s head is flying around like a meerkat’s, upset that she’s missing out on some sort of ‘goss’.

Whilst I am here speculating on who the new arrival is – not that I actually care enough to look up – I fail to add ‘Mr Bad Boy Logan Parker’ onto my list of possibilities. Unfortunately, that’s just who it turns out to be.

I figure this out by finally giving into my inner teenage girl – the part of me that is well hidden, but does occasionally care for gossip and is extremely curious *cough cough* nosey – and look up from my delicious food like the rest of the populated dinner hall.

And yup, there he is. In all his glory. Decked out in his plain black tee and jeans combo, his jacket effortlessly slung over his shoulder as though it’s on show, surprise, surprise, he pulls off the bad boy look like he was born to do so. His hair is tousled to perfection and his teeth gleam in the sunlight – and, erm…yeah. Right, when did I unleash the girly part of me?!

Once that part of me is once again locked up, I revaluate the situation.

Basically, he’s stood there. Like a Greek freaking God, with all the girls drooling over him and all the boys wishing to be him.

Is that descriptive enough?

I think so.

Huffing in annoyance – I blame it on Logan, but really I’m annoyed at myself for becoming one of his drooling fan girls – I turn back to my pasta and shove it in my mouth, hoping to effectively shut up my thoughts.