Social Pariahs

0.1 | The Stick

Sasha

"OY!"

No, not again.

I sigh, turning in the direction of the call. Bad idea, I know. I'm only asking for trouble.

"Stick!" yells Garfield Farllow, student-body president. It really does add too much to his ego.

I say nothing, as Garfield is very hard to shut up. I hope he just leaves me alone and walks away.

I eye him unhappily as he continues to approach me, a large amount of malice and determination prominent on his face.

Yay. Another uneventful day. Note the sarcasm.

"I'll bet you a hundred bucks that if I kicked one of your legs, they'd snap."

Ouch. That one almost hurt.

He stares at me for a reaction, but I just shrug.

"Okay, how bout this one?" he offers, licking his lips and rubbing his hands together.

"I'd bet you a hundred dollars, that if I shoved you, all your bones would detach."

"Least I'm not named after an obese cat," I mutter.

Garfield hears me, and he pulls his blonde hair out of his eyes, giving me a nasty look in the process.

"Shouldn't have gone there, Wreed," he says in a low, poisonous tone.

I shrug again. Talk about someone with a lack of a life.

The gap between his eyebrows and under his eyes becomes almost non-existent. Poor kitty isn't happy.

"I bet that if I hi-"

"I bet you a million dollars, that if you don't get away from my table, you won't have any hair left."

Garfield looks a little surprised, but he replies, "A whale washed upon the shore."

You know that tinge of hatred you get when someone just goes too far? I've got it.

Like a stone underwater, Bella stays unaffected by the storm around her; the storm in me.

I get up with a fistful of anger, but Bella pushes me back down with her strong arm.

Still eyeing Garfield, she says, "Can you just please go?"

Garfield laughs, taking the polite request as a joke.

Not seeing it coming, she flips him around in the other direction, and kicks him in the back.

"I do take martial arts," she declares humorously.

Not waiting for a reply, she heads back to our mostly-empty table.

"I thought it was our table," I whine, while she takes a seat on the opposite side of the table.

"It is, but I think saying 'mine' had a better effect on our favorite kitten," she replies with a laugh.

I smile. Bella has beautiful brunet hair, and a flawless face. She just doesn't know it.

"How was Bio?" questions Bella, as she digs into cafeteria food. Clearly, she doesn't mind it.

I sigh. "Okay I guess. Kevin didn't even look at me."

Bella looks up from her spaghetti and gives me an 'I-told-you-so' look.

I get that she's all 'why bother with guys' but some support would be nice here.

"Ugh. He'll fall for me; you'll see."

Bella snorts with a mouthful of food.
After she swallows, she says, "We'll see. Because we both know this guy you're pining after is an idiot, and is only after plastic Barbies."

I know she's right, but I'm not about to let her win so easily.

"You get attached so easily..." she mutters.

"What?" I say, noticing her expression.
She raises an eyebrow at someone behind me.

"It's Kevin," she murmurs.