Metanoia

Chapter 3~Well that's ironic.

•Chapter 3•

It's been two days since we've been assigned our project. All the jealous looks and death stares I received from all the other girls, man were they hilarious. I still can't believe Ace joined music for TAC. Still mind-boggling to me. Maybe he sang...if not what instrument does he play?

"Sup Lynn" Ace sat at our table, like he did everyday during lunch.

"So what song are we going to perform next, next week?"

He shrugged, "I was thinking of Say You Won't Let Go by James Arthur, but I want you to sing as well," he shot me a double-chinned look and HOLY CRAP. I didn't think he could have one.

That was one of the ugliest freaking things this girl has ever seen. And believe me, I've seen a lot of ugly things I can't unsee. I shuddered. The group and Ace were laughing uncontrollably till they were gasping for air.

"What's this I hear 'bout performing a song eh?" Dominic perked up. Oh no. Emilia and I exchanged worried glances. This is the part where in a youtube video would be a disclaimer:
Rip headphone users.

Clearing his throat, he began but it was terrible. It was bad, so bad. He was horribly off-tune.

"Just say-"

"Dom, shut the hell up!" I heard Eva say.

Finally...

"Just say you won't let gooo" Are you freaking kidding me? You shut the idiot up only to sing just as bad?

"Urgh..." I groaned.

I caught Emilia's same hella annoyed glance. I knew we both shared the same idea by communicating with our eyes. (Bestie telepathy. Trust me, it's a thing)

I fingered, one, two, three. We both launched at Eva, tackling her, pinning her to the ground, making her shut that damn mouth of hers.

"The fuq's wrong with you guys?" she complained as we got up.

"The fuq's wrong with you?"we replied in unison.

"Dude, I swear you have gotten fatter." Emilia said as she helped Eva up.

Eva shot her a 'Bitch, no' look. I snorted and added, "True boo". 

She scowled at me and stepped on my fifth toe. Eh, I deserved it.

"So what song were you going to mention before these nincompoops started croaking?" I turned to face Ace.

"I've been pretty inspired by High School Musical recently." he cleared his throat before continuing, "or Little Do You Know by Alex and Sierra. It's a nice song."

"Agreed." Dominic and Brandon chorused.

"Weirdos" Nigel said.

I chuckled.

"Burppp..."

Now all eyes were on Greg as he gave us a shy smile, calling his bottle of Sprite back.

"Where did you get the drink?" Wes asked.

"New vending machine," Greg replied, gesturing towards it. There was a whole line of people queueing up to get a drink. I wasn't surprised, our school was seriously unhealthy.

"Yassss! I've been waiting for those since foreverrr." Malcolm chirped,dragging the forever.

"I thought you guys were supposed to have a healthy diet or something." Ace commented, forking a spinach leaf into his mouth.

"Well that's ironic." I pointed out.

"I'm an actor. I need to stay active and healthy to maintain my figure."he said as he flexed.

"Whatever. Scratch that. None of us on the team give a shit about our diet." Cody boomed.

"Totes." The rest of the guys agreed.

"Geez." I sighed. "You guys suck."

They shrugged.

"Anyways Malc, aren't you more of a Starbucks person?" I questioned.

"Just because I have the money means I have to just drink Starbucks. Besides, they don't even sell it here." He explained.

I rolled my eyes at "I have the money", what a bragger. though it was true. He is a rich rich kid. Claudia, Jennie, Carly and some dumb jocks always bugged him about it, saying crap like the wealthy kids should sit with the other wealthy kids and be popular because of it. I'm pretty sure they just each wanted to date him and use him for his money.

Luckily, Malcolm wasn't that sort of idiotic bitch-followers. He was a pretty sweet guy, but I am not interested in him whatsoever,just to be clear. I took a bite of my sandwich.

"Maybe I should have taken a picture of Ace's ugly-ass face then it would last longer." I said.

He glared at me and playfully kicked my leg. Lunch was hands-down my favourite time of the day. The food definitely wasn't though.

"Achoo!" I sneezed...and oh shit. It was that time of the month again. I elbowed Eva and Emilia and typed out on my phone "Code red". Immediately, they rushed, together with me, to the toilet.

The two pulled out "random stuff" out of their bags and shoved me into a cubicle. I hated when this happened. It was always really flippin' messy. I didn't get cramps before this happened so of course I wasn't expecting it.

My glob. Life was so unfair...