My Achilles Heel

Chapter Nine: Don't You Remember?

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What seemed like an eternity later, Jason returned with our lunches. How he managed to balance three lunch trays all on his own, I don’t really care. But I do applaud him for it.

As the two began to eat, I looked around the now fully crowded cafeteria. My stomach fluttered with nerves. It was now or never.

                                                Brain: Come on girl, you’ve got this.

                                                Conscious: This isn’t a good idea…

Me: Where the heck have you been? I could have used you when I was coming up with this plan!

Conscious: I had places to be, people to see. Deal with it.

Me: But…but I thought you were my conscious…?

Brain: *cough* two-timer *cough*

                I pushed my uneaten lunch tray away from me as I stood from my seat. Arianna looked up at me and gave me a quizzical look, but I just ignored her as I climbed up on my chair then made my way to stand on top of the table. All the while, I had to make sure the short black skirt I stupidly decided to wear today didn’t rise up.

                Few students paid mind to my sudden appearance on top of the lunchroom table. I needed more of an audience than a few measly and quite nosy bystanders. Clapping my hands loudly, I managed to draw the attention of just a few more. But it was enough for whispers and whistles to start going around, all brining the wanted interest my way.

                “Excuse me?” My voice was a notch below a full-blown shout. I felt Jason and Arianna’s eyes popping out of their heads as they looked up at me from their seats. Ignoring Ari’s questioning whispers, I continued to speak loudly, “Can I have all of your lovely minds attention?”

                Pausing to see how much of their attention I did, in fact, have, I found myself thoroughly pleased. Ninety percent-if not all-of the student body’s eyes were on me. “Alright. In honor of the second week of school, I would like to have a contest. The winner will get a grand prize, which will not be revealed until the winner is.

                “This contest would be: An Ugly Face Contest!” I announced as laughs and hearty whistles filled the cafeteria. I noticed, in the back, some of the lunch ladies talking amongst themselves. One of them nodded then quickly made a dash for the exit. Most likely in search of the monstrosity we call a Principle.

                Shoot.

                Getting on with it, in fear the principle would make her debut anytime soon, I carried on with my speech. “Are there any volunteers?” without waiting for anyone to speak up-but not really understanding why anyone would ever want to- I looked down at Jason and smirked, “You, boy. Get up here.”

                Jason’s face grew red with a mix of embarrassment and rage, but solemnly stood out of his seat. I grabbed his hand and yanked him up on the table to stand next to me. “Never mind everyone! We’ve got our winner right here. I’ve never seen anything so…hideous, in my entire life!”

                Laughs broke out all throughout the cafeteria as fingers pointed at Jason, who yanked his hand free out of mine. I watched as he scrambled down from the table in rage. Just before he booked it out of the cafeteria, he shot me the dirtiest look of them all, then ran away. Fingers and laughs followed him to the door, and most likely down the hall.