The Misfits.

Chapter Three.

TUESDAY 11TH APRIL, 2016. 1:05 PM

Xander pushed his lunch tray towards the center of the table and propped his elbows up on the surface, resting his chin on his interlaced fingers. He blurred out the commotion that was the students of Midtown High settling down for lunch period, and focused the food that was before him. With keen trepidation, he studied the soggy French fries drooping off the edges of his plate. One of the small, yellow delicacies lay partially buried under a mountain of mashed potatoes, beans and hair. A dirty juice box and a cupcake took up the remaining space on the tray.

Something wriggled in the cupcake, finally prompting the hooded teen to push the tray even further away in disgust.

He looked around, allowing himself to be thrust back into the pandemonium that the cafeteria had been reduced to, and noticed that barely anyone had actually touched their food. He scanned through the crowd, and caught sight of his former 'friends' at his former table. 'Former' in a sense that he left, not that he was kicked out... But, with the way that they had treated him, he might as well have been. He absentmindedly listed off their numbers in his head, just to get angry enough to get his mind off his food.

Three... Four... Fiv- Five? That can't be right.

He counted again. And again, just to confirm he wasn't seeing things. But he wasn't. It was official: He had been replaced.

He scowled at the newbie, mentally cursing the boy's ginger hair and his freckles.

Okay, I think I'm angry enough.

Xander placed his hands on the table surface, and used it as leverage to stand up. However, no sooner than his butt had left the seat, he felt a hand grab his shirt and pull him back down. He craned his neck to look behind him, and saw a dark haired boy with a devious grin. Xander recognized him immediately: He was the phone thief.

"'Sup." The dark-haired boy greeted, taking a seat next to him. Xander growled a reply.

"Wait? Do we actually have to talk to him?" A female voice from behind him came. Once again, Xander turned to see who it was.

Two girls stood behind them, both holding their lunch trays. One had brown hair running down to her shoulders with a pink streak. She wore a white, leather jacket over her black, plain shirt and jeans with sneakers. She didn't have any makeup on; any whatsoever. So, she looked somewhat plain in the cold weather, yet still beautiful. The other had a pair of headphones over her tousled red hair- which made him think of his replacement- and had her phone being fiddled in her hands. She had a bit of eye shadow on with a touch of lipstick, but that was about it. She too was somewhat attractive, but Xander didn't consider himself attracted to any one of them. In fact, he felt a bit of the opposite.

"Yeah," The dark-haired boy replied, directing his answer to the girl with headphones, obviously the one who asked the question, "Problem?"

"Wha- Umm... No." She replied, warily.

"Worried that I'm going to cut you open and eat your intestines?" Xander scoffed. He turned his neck back to the table, ignoring her shocked expression.

"Ha. Funny guy, this one." The dark-haired boy patted his back, much to Xander's displeasure.

"Right... Funny." The girl with the pink streak agreed warily.

"So, Sit, Sit. Make yourselves at home."

Xander mentally rolled his eyes. He didn't know what game the boy was playing, but he sure didn't like it. The girls pulled up the chairs opposite the boys and sat. Xander looked up, and caught the girl with the headphones quickly look away. The girl with the pink streak, though, held his gaze. Xander stayed in the impromptu staring contest for a second more before finally speaking up,