It's been awhile since the hideout incident. I was surprised that I never got in trouble for the fuckboy event, but I'm not at all complaining. Rumor has it that Kevin said he fell because some idiot "pushed" him accidentally. Whatever.
"Hey chicken shit."
Tony snuck up behind me and shoved my favorite box of chocolates in front of my all too stunned face.
"Happy Valentines Day loverboy."
I chuckled in her touch and took the chocolates from her dangling hand.
"Why this, T?"
I could already sense that she had that "I won" look on her face that she always has.
"Well I thought you'd want something special today."
I turned around and grinned at her. Half of the grin was real; the other just to show that I'm not actually dying inside.
"You and love. I swear to god T-bone."
"Why not? Everyone's either in love or suffering from hatred; no in between. It's Science."
"That's not Science, that's bullshit."
She stuck her tongue out at me before I could explain the theory of theories.
"Maybe... But I do love "love."
Before I could intervene, I watched as the cutest couple in school flew through the hallways. Everyone, including the lazy fat-ass teachers, always stopped to gawk at them. Switch and Melomy. Switch has this almost dark persona; like he could kill someone with his black-pinned jeans or something. He's apparently the most sought after guy in school- apart from Kevin of course. And Melomy? Well she's stunning. Always wears makeup to cover her non-existing insecurities. Every girl I knew either wanted to be her or wanted to kill her out of pure envy. The two strutted in the halls not really bothering to glance at the others pinned at their lockers. The only view that they'll ever have is themselves anyways.
Now I don't think this school really gives a flying fuck about popularity since it is a fucking S.T.E.M. school, but we all still have our cliques. How else would we measure the student body hierarchy right?
Tony only hangs out with me in a few classes when we're lucky enough to be partnered together. Otherwise, the hallways is our best friend. She's too busy gawking at Ms. Zodiac Signs anyways. It's pretty funny actually. Everyone ships them... Including me. I mean, they're always hugging; Zodiac Signs is always walking her to class, it's definitely not uncanny how they're more than close to falling in love with each other.
"Hey... Corona... Crown... Helmet-"
"Wrong book."
*turns to the reader*
"Yeah... How was your day?"
"For fuck sake Tony! Let's get to class!"
And like that, Tony was gone again. Of course I was used to being alone like always. Well... not technically as I can't live with these angsty thoughts of mine, but whatever. This was usually lunch time anyways. Everyone was either rushing to their 4th period class or heading downstairs to our "cafeteria." See our "cafeteria" is special. Since the shit school can't even afford a fucking updated chrome cart, they had to get creative with the different rooms and spaces in the building. The "cafeteria" wasn't just any cafeteria, no! It's also a stage for the shit improv shows and plays that this school seems to offer every other month. It literally connects to the "backstage area" which in reality, doesn't really exist as the only space that we have is the main stage and the stairs or as theater geeks call it, "the levels!" So the backstage of the shows are really either in that sweaty junk closet that we're pretty sure is haunted, or the right and left wing!
Everyone usually prefers 5th period lunch because it's literally cut right in the middle of the entire bell schedule. Not to say that 4th period lunch is bad... 5th period lunch is just WAY better.
Just like any other school, the food here fucking blows. We have our everyday cardboard pizza with our sides of artificial salad and plastic fruits. If it's her lucky day, Tony can get her "fair share" of orange chicken (even if the rice actually tastes like paper clay and how 50% of an orange chicken "chunk" is cartilage, but that's none of my business). And what's really cool is if you don't have a lunch, because you forgot your fucking lunch bag for whatever reason, (perhaps you were up studying for that one Math test that you know you'll fail- so why the fuck bother smh???) they provide you a free one.
Yep. You probably guessed it. PB and J's. Except it's not the purple, plastic packaged, crustless-kinds. No... it's two slices of "bread" in a surprisingly durable cellophane loot bag with peanut butter and jam in two separate plastic to-go cups. You don't get any other "fake" sides, and you'll have to be lucky to even get a pity smile from the cashier.
So once you finally get your lunch, you get to pick your seat... That is if no one beats you to it first. I've had the habit of either eating in the corner outside, or on the "stage levels" even if it's prohibited- says the uneducated, gay theater teacher (as if anyone really listens to her).
Life gets quiet. And the quieter it gets, the edgier your Tumblr blog will be. That's all they ever care about these days. And it's all they'll ever bother to listen to. So who cares about the school lunches and the student body hierarchy? We all do. Even if we can't all admit it.
