Another Wrong Turn?

Chapter Three: The Jones Brothers

“Would you stop talking?” Miranda snapped at Suzanne. “I have enough hearing about your night with Denim!”

            Suzanne frowned. “I was just sharing…”

            Miranda rolled her eyes. “Yeah, like, every detail! God, it’s annoying,” she muttered.

            I glared at them both. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about what you did to me yesterday about the condom,” I warned. “You two are so going to have my sweet revenge.”

            Suzanne gave me a sheepish look. “I… uh, I’m sorry about that.”

            Miranda laughed. “Well, I’m not!”

            I rolled my eyes. “I love you guys.”

            “Same.”

            It was lunch time and we were eating our lunch at the cafeteria. Today was Wednesday, so we were having chicken soup. It was kind of yummy but Miranda was wincing every two seconds—she hates soups.

            Then a guy about fifteen years old walked to us, blushing. I raised my eyebrow. Maybe another Miranda’s admirer. She got a lot of admirers for obvious reasons—she’s hot, she’s a badass and she’s popular. But, of course, she turns them down.

            “Uh, Miranda?” the guy said.

            Miranda turned and looked at the guy with distaste. “This better be good. I was enjoying my lunch.” Then she glanced at the chicken soup. “Scratch that. I’m not enjoying my lunch.”

            “Well… Ms. Ferdinand wants to talk to you,” the guy said. “She said she wants you in her office right now or else she’s going to give you a detention.”

            Miranda snorted. “I am not going to her office.”

            Suzanne frowned. “Miranda, I think you should. It’s Ms. Ferdinand. You know how she is.”

            “Well, just because I gave her a coffee with salt doesn’t mean I should go to her office!”

            I laughed. “You gave her coffee with salt?”

            “She asked me a cup of coffee,” Miranda explained. “I asked her how many teaspoons of sugar. She just gave me an annoying look. And no one, I repeat, no one, gives me an annoying look just like that! So I put two tablespoons of salt on her coffee.”

            The boy shrugged. “Um, Miranda… I think you should probably go. Ms. Ferdinand told me to do something to you if you won’t.”

            Miranda smiled smugly at the boy, daring him to do it. “Oh yeah? Then tell me.”

            The boy blushed. Then, in an instance, he put his lips to Miranda’s. Then he took a step backward on a red and angry Miranda. “She told me to kiss you! So you could chase me and I’ll run to her office.”

            “YOU ARE SO GOING TO BE DEAD!” Miranda thundered and with a flash, she was running towards the boy.

            Suzanne and I were laughing. “I can’t believe Ms. Ferdinand is that smart!” she said.

            “Yeah, me too!”

            We continued eating our lunch, talking about stuff we couldn’t talk about in front of Miranda, like how she seriously needs a boyfriend and who her boyfriend should be.