We Are The Misfits- Discontinued

Chapter 3 Phase One

I smile seeing all the shocked faces staring comically at me like I had just turned into a flying pig as I make my self comfortable in the uncomfortable plastic chair at their table. It remain eerily silent at the table, as the other students returned to their shallow lunch time gossip session. Most likely about why that 'scary loner' is at the table of the brightest 'stars' in Saint Joan.

"Ahh.. What, um what are you doing?" I look away for Lucas to glare at the unfamiliar guy asking stupid questions.

"Publicly declaring my love for One Direction," I couldn't stop the sacasm infecting my tone and gesture to the chair I'm sitting on, "What does it fucking look like, moron,"

I didn't get through my whole sentence before someone coughed loudly for behind me. It was the disrisive sort, the kind someone makes when trying to not laugh too loudly. Knowing who it was I ignored him completely and carried on being my polite self.

Said person, not taking that as a obvious sign to leave, shuffled a chair from the neighbouring table to beside me.

"Calm down, pussy cat," Wes chuckled still trying to hold back laughter, I still ignore him hoping he would go away, "He was only asking a question."

"A pretty stupid one," I mumble crossing my arms one the table still studying Captian Obvious.

"I...I ,um, meant... Why?" He managed to spin together enough words to resemble a sentence- loosely- while dodging eye contact with all life.

"Oh I just wanted to have a little chat," I answer feigning innocence while turning my attention back to Wild. He shared the same strong interest of tables as his friend, not once looking away like he was afraid it would eat him or something. I could tell he knew I was staring even with his lack of responce as his body grew more tense the longer I looked at him. "So have you guy been up to lately?"

They all looked around at each other nervously like they were deciding who's turn it was to speak up. I take a quick glance at Wes to see him enjoying their discomfort as much as I am. Why had I not done this before. They are acting like little rats trapped in a dark confined space, only they can talk or try to.

"Anyone going to that party on friday?" Wes prodded obviously trying to make friendly chit-chat to break the tension. That didn't work. The echoing silence covering the table continued I didn't think we were that scary.

"Of cause, isn't Aiden Farrow the one hosting?" I look up at the newly apearred Hayden when I recognised his voice to see him lifting a chair to also join the table. Great idea just add more people, not. His question was meant with a subtle nod by a guy that looking like he is trying to become the chair. Unsuccessfully.

"Thought you said it was Whitmann was throwing?" I ask confused looking at Wes.

"Hey don't look at me like that. I said I heard about it from Derek and I didn't know who was in charge," Wes holds his hands up in mock surrender while explain, I shrug before looking back over at who I guess is Aiden Farrow, I think I remember him from freshmen year.

He was the typical new kid that came halfway though the first semester, started off as an outsider before joining the football team. He gave me a pen in English Lit before I engaged in a arguement with the teacher, probably saved me a week of detention too.

That was a long time ago though, he has definately changed.

"But you never come to parties," It was a different idiot this time, James Chiffion, by the look on everyones face they were all surprised at his boldness and by the look on his face so was he. I smirk back at him which seemed to spark a wave of fear coursing through him. "I... Um meant... I meant that I haven't seen you at one... ah ever." His voice statters out quickly, it was almost impossible to decipher the words.

"Well this one better be something special then," I look back over at Lucas when I feel his hesitant gaze on me, he stays as silent as ever while looking back down at the table.

"You have to at least try be nice Terry," Wes muttered lowly so only I and possible Hayden could hear.

"I am being nice," I retort my voice sharp and too loud to be missed by the table of jocks. Wes and Hayden just ingnored them and gave me a dibelieving look.

"Bullshit, just cause you're resisting the urge to pumble people doesn't mean you're being nice, what happened to feminine charm?" Hayden replied this time leaning into me while he whispered his 'wisedom' to me. I look away from the jocks I was studying as they form something resembling a huddle to glare at him. Intimated Hayden slowly created as big a distance as he could.

"Well their moronic nature is getting in the way," I mutter not sure I really wanted them to hear it. I saw Wes smother a laugh and begin to open his huge mouth only to be inturrupted by the blaring ear-piecing siren realised by the 2 speakers on either side of the cafiteria.

Thanking the universe for its mercy I stand up briefly looking at the people of the table muttering a quick 'it's been fun see you later guys,' and existing the room before the angry hoard of fleshing eating teenagers.

Maybe I should aproach Wild without an audience next time, like at a party where everyone is too drunk to remember their own names.