Chapter Three
“So where you wanna sit?” Lillian asked as we filled our trays with the regular slime the schools feed us poor kids.
“You…. Can sit… anywhere you want to sit.” I said, emphasizing the word YOU, my words came out short and choppy. Lillian paused, and then turned to me.
“Ok. I get it.” She said, “You want nothing to do with me.” I was stunned by this statement, but I didn’t deny it. “Why didn’t you just say so in the office?”
“Because everyone would think I’m a jerk.” I said in my defense. Lillian raised her eyebrows in a condescending way.
“Look,” she said in matter a- factly- way, “I know how it feels to be the new kid in school. When I first got here I sat alone at lunch, I was saddle with a vain self-centered girl who didn’t care about anybody, and I thought I would spare you that at least, because no one deserves to be treated like shit.” She stood straighter as she said this as her black rimmed glasses slid down to the tip of her nose.
“Well, I’m not going to have that problem thank you.” I said as I mimicked her actions and straightened my back. She then turned on her heals walking without another word and walked to the corner of the cafeteria, where River and my brother were sitting as well as a few other people. I sighed. “Okay,” I thought, “I’m not off to too bad of a start.”
I looked around at the tables, labeling then by groups, table one, My brother and the nerds, table two, emos and hipsters, table three, the cheerleading team (which was obvious, they had their uniforms on), table four, the football jocks(wearing their letter mans), and table five, the random nothingness group. I had my eyes on one table, and one table alone. Table three.
I sauntered over in that direction, not a straight approach, but an approach all the same.
“Hey.” I said as I stopped in front of the table. The group of girls stared at me, inspecting me from top to bottom, their expressions unreadable.
“Can we help you?” a girl asked snidely as her jaw moved up and down chewing a wad of gum.
“Yeah, actually,” I said as I set my tray at the end of the table, getting glares from the group. But I was confident, today I looked amazing and my outfit clearly was and looked expensive. “I’m Samantha, I just moved here from California, and you guys look like the only decent group around here and I would rather not sit with… well you know…” I lowered my voice. “The lower class.” A smile spread over one of the girl’s face. “The leader,” I thought, and everyone else smiled as well. She had a slender face and a nose that naturally stuck up in the air, her hair was bleach blonde and hung low down to her waist.
“Well you do know quality when you see it.” She cooed. “And so do we. Sit down.” I did as she said. “So are you going to try outs then?”
“Of course.” I said, “I was cheerleading captain at my old school.”
“Oh,” she said, “That’s my position. If you want to steal if from me you better think twice.” The group of girls giggled and I smiled along.
“No thanks.” I’ll be happy if I make it on the team.”
“I’m sure you will.” She gave me a wink. “Sorry, I didn’t introduce us. I’m Carly; this is Sara, Shannon, Meg, and Ally.” The girls gave me a wave and said “nice to meet you.” Then Ally piped in,
“Are your shoes Prada?” she asked. Ally was a skinny dark haired girl with skin the color of chocolate; she was wearing a beautiful pink blouse that highlighted the light glow of her cheeks.
