Chapter 1: Meatball Monday
Mario was slightly irritated when a saucy meatball landed on his forehead. Normally, he would have been thrilled about meatball Monday, which the school only did once a month, (he thought that to be ridiculous, after all, there was more than one Monday each month right?), but today, he was disappointed to see that Peach and Bowser, were back on.
Hadn't they broken up last month? It was ridiculous how many times someone could be on and off again. Most of the time, she referred to him as her ex, and the biggest mistake of her life, so what did she see in him?
Which is why he had angrily snapped at his best friend, who had simply been trying to cheer him up. Of course, Yoshi hadn't experienced any problems like Mario, and a couple of the popular kids knew him, even considered, ok to hang out with.
Which still didn't explain how he got a popular cheerleader as a girlfriend. Birdo was a bit obsessed with popularity, and Yoshi was... in the AV club.
It defied all laws of high school stereotypes.
Which is why, of course, Yoshi was upset.
"Sorry, I'm just-" Mario began,
"Upset?, about Bowser and Peach" Yoshi finished. He sighed.
"How'd you know?" he asked.
"Because, you're so predictable." Rosalina interrupted joining their table.
"Shouldn't you be with Toadette?" Mario snapped.
She rolled her eyes, "She's hanging out with a bunch of losers again," she replied.
Mario turned to see Toadette joining Peach's table. He'd never understood, why Rosalina was simply so odd. Rosalina was pretty, maybe even more than Peach, she was a cheerleader, but she was also in band and student council.
Still, she could maintain popularity, if she even tried hanging out with them, it wouldn't be hard. She was obviously made to be part of Peaches clique, AKA the Peaches, and her best friend was already in it.
"Today's one of the worst days to join their table, since Bowser is there" she stated as if reading Mario's mind.
"You've never been interested in their way of life, even though you could be a part of it." Yoshi mused.
"Seriously, you too?" Rosalina questioned feeling slightly betrayed.
"Come now, I'm sure everyone has wondered one point or another. Why don't you hang with cool people, or at least put some effort into being popular. It wouldn't be too difficult for you!" Mario insisted.
Rosalina groaned. She hated having this conversation over and over. "Its because I'm not an idiot, high school social orders are overrated." she replied. "I personally don't get why all of you are so hung up on them. If you didn't treat them like gods, then you wouldn't feel so unpopular. You're digging you're own grave." And with that statement, she took her tray to a different table.
"She's got a point you know." much to Mario's annoyance Daisy had arrived. Not that he didn't like her, he just wasn't in a mood to talk.
"Peach is a total-" Yoshi gave her a quick don't-say-anything-or-Mario-is-going-to-lose-it glance. She stopped herself.
"We all know, how you've hated her since the two of you drifted away," Mario began calmly, but he had clearly upset Daisy.
"DRIFTED APART? She ditched me!" she wailed."We were best friend until the seventh grade when she humiliated and refused to hang out with, to save herself!" she still found this a touchy subject, even though they had recently started 11th grade. She drifted away to join a different table.
Mario was relieved until his brother joined them shortly.
"Peach is a total nub. We used to be friends with her! Remember? But I'm saying this for your benefit, move on, she's never going to like you." He said. Quickly he darted off to join a different table.
"Why is our table some sort of pit stop for people? No one actually wants to sit here." Mario complained.
"You're unbelievable." Yoshi replied coldly as he shook his head. He got up to join a different table, leaving Mario all alone."
Mario dropped his head on the lunch table. This was the worst meatball Monday ever.
