The Tale Of A High-school Badass

Chapter 2 - Listen Cupcake

"Mila, stop fucking talking about Ian Somerhalder, I don't care!" Ava screams at me as we make our way to the cafeteria.

I feign anger and walk ahead of her, and crash headfirst into an onslaught of cavemen that are staring at my best friend with lust burning in their eyes. They wolf-whistle at her, and I swear, I think she's going to chuck her shoe at the lead caveman, Caleb Johnson's head. Caleb Johnson is your regular chocolate boy with a faulty wiring, this one is wired is to flirt with every girl in the grade, sleep with the cougars and wolf whistle at anything that breaths.  So with that, let me welcome you to Blue Water High School, our mascot is a freaking guppy, our teachers look like zombies and killer clowns, our principal is a lunatic, the cafeteria food looks like the lunch ladies ate it and then vomited it up and put it on a plate and I'm pretty sure an infestation of geckos is living in our biology lab. 

We enter the cafeteria that is brimming with sweaty hormonal boys and girls that are swarming around Samantha, the county bitch. Long, sleek jet black hair, a thin waist, and a fairytale face seem to turn her into the ultimate Maleficient, the only difference is that Maleficent had some shred of humanity left within her. Samantha doesn't have a single qualm stepping over everybody (with the exception of Christian) in her new Louboutins. Ava and I sit down at our overcrowded lunch table, seats are spilling everywhere, Brayden, Ava's boyfriend Trevor, Christian and a large group of our friends. The prime topic of conversation is our new transfer student who's set to be here tomorrow. From my subtle eavesdropping, I gather that his name is Landon Moore, he is a regional track champion and he packs a mean punch. Their conversation is spiraling into a jumble of words about what this so-called 'bad-boy' has done and I can't help but ask. "What has he done?" I ask, and its creepy at how quickly each of them is staring at me bug-eyed.

"How do you have no idea what he has done?!" they say in unison, "I have better things to do than gossip about the state sex offender," I say with a roll of my eyes.

"Landon Moore is not a sex offender. He's just very troubled," Kelly the cheerleader says, bordering on obsessiveness.

She sounds like they sit together every night and smoke a joint or two. Except that its Kelly, she has a nasal voice and her top agenda of conversation is how she didn't score the spot of the top cheerleader.

"Get on with it," I say with a gesture of dismissal.

"Rumour has it that Landon Moore got into a fight with this bully at his old school. Next thing you know, it's turned into this big fight on the basketball court, people were paying to watch the fight. The bully tried to trick Landon to pay a higher price for a drug, and that is how the fight started."

Our group went quiet and had formed a circle around Kelly, their eyes glued to her.

"Landon began throwing punches one after the other, he went wild. By the end of the fight, when the school intervened, they had to take the boy to a hospital and suffered from multiple broken ribs, a broken nose, a split lip and a concussion," Kelly finished breathlessly. 

"That's not how I remember it," said a foreign voice. Our heads whipped around, a boy about 6'2, wearing a bomber jacket that hugged his muscular figure tightly, his spindly legs hung off the edge of the table, and he was wearing a pair of Yeezys.

Kelly lets out a start struck gasp, and that's when I know, it's Landon Moore.

"Landon Moore," I say curtly, standing up from my spot next to Kelly.

"Get off my table," I tell him firmly, my lips set in a stoney smile.

"Tsk, tsk," he replies. "Is that how you treat guests? Dismal," Landon says cockily.