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Jordan Walkers uvula vibrated like a mobile phone as she opened her mouth wide and screamed right into my face.
"You're such an asshole! How dare you!" To be honest, I thought she was overreacting just slightly. All I had done was told her that it wasn't her fault her grandfather fell down three flights of stairs and broke his neck and that he didn't blame her for getting moisturizer on the banister. I thought she would be relieved but instead she dumped a plateful of bad cafeteria spaghetti over my head. It was even less enjoyable the second time around.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Mortimer?!" she spat. I hadn't meant to hurt her feelings. She had been crying for three days straight and I just wanted to comfort her in some way. Jordan had always been somewhat civil to me. When my anxiety pills spilled on the floor, she would go out of her way to avoid them, instead of stepping on them and breaking them like everybody else did. And in the whole month I had been going to this school, she had only insulted me once; which was a lot less than everybody else. I was going to apologize, I really was. But for what happened next I could only blame the Hazel the lunch lady and her love for overusing garlic in everything. I threw my head back and shot red spaghetti sauce all over the fresh white jumper of the prettiest girl in school.
As the big red stains began to expand, soaking into the fabric; Jordan took in a deep breath, the biggest intake of air I had ever seen in all of my years, and she let out a shriek that rattled the entire lunch hall. "THIS IS CHANEL!!!!" she roared as the marched out of the cafeteria, violently swinging her arms. A group of girls scuttled after her, clutching bunches of tissues under their manicured fingernails.
All eyes were on me as I stood, bewildered in the center of the cafeteria, a puddle of tomato sauce forming at my feet. Some students sat, obviously wrapped in the drama, with their forks stopped midway to their mouths. Others nervously pushed the pasta worms around on their plates. Apart from the occasional sound of a fork scraping against the metal trays, the entire hall was dead silent. Minutes of awkwardness seemed to pass until the overhead speaker screeched to life, filling the empty silence with static. "Mortimer Filius, report to Mrs.Dukes office. Now!"
I shut my eyes and sighed, tugging at the sleeves of my black hoodie. My shoes squelched as I walked away, leaving behind me a trail of pasta that fell from my hair. Eyes burnt multiple holes in my back as I slowly made my way out of the hall.
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