Cecile's New School

Chocolate Pudding and the Bitch (You're a Hypocrite.)

Chapter Three

Cecile plopped down beside Foster at lunch. Foster's eyes widened in surprise at her rattling the table. He watched how the ripples of each tremor shook the chocolate pudding on his platter.

His brows furrowed with anger at the ugly T-Rex next to him and prepared ugly words to throw at her.  Instead, he sighed and turned his cheek.  He thought it was useless to fight with an ignoramus like her so he tried to ignore her and focused on chewing his food.

"I don't understand why SHE'S popular and not ME!" She huffed as she shot a stink eye to Jane, who sat at a nearby table. Jane didn't notice Cecile's stare.  The popular sat with a constant smile as she watched everyone else conversing at a full table. 

Foster put his glasses on the table and rubbed out the tenseness in his face muscles. Her annoying voice was piercing his skull.  Only a few words in and he was already fed up with her.  With a tight sigh and returned glasses, he turned to her. "Why are you sitting with me?" He finally asked in a hiss.

Cecile shrugged before she began to push around her bland looking food with a dull fork.  "Because you're a necessary to my plan.  You must remain at my side as we plan to rule the- Hey!  Where you goin'?"  Cecile was interrupted when she noticed that Foster had scooted over to put a two seat distance in between them.

She looked at him with a knowing smile. "It's also because you are the charming side-kick to my heroic hero! I need you!" Her eyes sparkled.

Foster got lost in the compliment for a moment. "Charming..."

He shook his head then held out his hand in a stopping motion. "Wait, no!  Leave me alone you weirdo! You're in this fantasy that only you want to see! Wake up!" He snapped before shoving a piece of peach in his mouth with his fork.

She rolled her eyes at her closeminded friend. "It's alright, Foster. Just eat your pudding and you'll be-" She stopped.

Her eyes darted from her vanilla pudding to his chocolate. She didn't notice until now that she had a dilemma on her hands. She knew what she had to do.

"Switch with me." She demanded, looking into Foster's eyes.

He was taken aback. "Wait. What?" He asked, slowly pulling his food tray closer to him.

He started to feel a bit nervous because of the crazed look in her eyes. It was if they were glittering dangerously.

She then crossed the two chair gap. She slid her food tray over with its contents wobbling dangerously.

Foster nervously started to cover his food with his arms.  "Watch it! I moved away for a reason! Hey! DON'T COME CLOSER!" Foster yelled at her. Cecile's hand reached for his chocolate pudding. "Chocolaaaattteeee." She drooled.

Foster picked up the pudding and held it closer to him. "No!" He exclaimed.

She came closer. Her pupils expanded dramatically as she stared at the pudding.

"NO, I SAID! NO, YOU WEIRDO! GET BACK!" He fussed and pushed her face away from him.

Her hands still groped the air for the small dollop of pudding in the plastic cup. "MMOOMMCCMMTT!" She tried to say against his hand.

People gave them stray looks.  Foster looked around and took back his hand when he realized he was making too much of a scene. When he pulled back his hand, his hand quickly became cold.  He looked down to see clear saliva on his palm.  "UGH!"  He retched and quickly rubbed it off with a napkin.

While he was distracted, Cecile reached for his pudding.  Her hand stopped midway when there was a tap against her shoulder. Cecile looked back.

Jane, her new rival, stood there with a big bowl of chocolate pudding. It was not in some small plastic cup usually given out, but it was in a huge styrofoam bowl.

Cecile looked at her face then the bowl. Her hands quickly shot out and took the pudding. "HAHA, BITCH! GOT 'EM!" She waved it in front of Jane's face. The pudding jiggled satisfyingly in the white bowl.

The crowd that seemed to always be behind Jane grumbled angrily at Cecile's oblivious and uncaring nature.

Jane smiled and walked away while the mass of people followed like puppy dogs. Cecile stood up. "You could all be my entourage! No? Ugh!! I'M GOING TO BE POPULAR! JUST YOU WATCH, PLAIN JANE!"  She called after them.

A roll of bread was chucked at Cecile. She dodged it easily and sat down with a huff.  She set the bowl down with so much force that the pudding quivered in fear.

She began to dig into the chocolate pudding until it was all gone. The smooth chocolate taste erased her rage.

"So good!" She blushed, forgetting all of her problems for a moment.

Foster then suddenly appeared from under the table. Cecile observed him, surprised she didn't notice him dart under there in the first place.  "That was close. It almost looked like we were sitting at the same table." He sighed in relief.

He then looked at the large bowl and the smudges of chocolate pudding all over her face. "Where'd you get that?" He nodded at the empty pudding bowl with raised eyebrows.

She gave him a triumphant smile. "Stole it from Jane. She stopped by to gloat, but I snatched it up before she could've said anything! She's so maniacal!" Cecile muttered and stared at the girl at the other table. Jane waved to Cecile.

"Cecile, Jane doesn't talk. That pretty much means you just took a gift from 'your mortal enemy'." He asked skeptically as he sat correctly in his seat.

Cecile felt compelled to give a small wave back to the girl, but after that she flipped back around with a frown.

"Yeah? So? Also, I'm pretty sure I stole it." She raised her nose in the air with pride.

Foster rolled his eyes. "She was definitely giving it to you because you were disturbing everyone. Also, I thought you were the 'hero'? 'Heroes' don't steal." He told her blatantly.

She crossed her arms in defiance. "Don't argue against the protagonist's word, sidekick!"

*This chapter is dedicated to my friend Claire Bergeron = bergeron2 . She was my friend since 6th grade and the second one that found out about Cecile. She fully supported me from the start. I don't think I even told her much about the story, just that there was one, and she quickly said, "I want to read it!" Soon I began conversing with her to get her caught up on Cecile's hidden meanings and the titular character's future. She quickly absorbed it and loved it. I'm truly grateful for that and for her being my second editor/#1 focus group member. She is a really great person, though she doesn't fully believe it herself. Thank you so much for helping me. (She actually thinks the Counselor's gender is a male. What do you think?)*