I'm an awful person...but I don't mind. I do horrible things,but with each horrible thing I do, the more people respect me. Or is it fear? I dunno, what do you think I am, a therapist? I was sitting outside the school with the girls. I got new “friends,” (not exactly the right word...I like to think of them as my minions) every few weeks, because I get tired of people pretty easily. One of the two I have with me now may last a while longer than the others. She isn't as bubble brained as most of the more “popular” girls at the school. And we have a common enemy.
Each day, when the lunch bell rings, we come sit underneath this tree. It's quiet, so we can plot without listening ears, and it's not like we eat lunch anyways. I usually just drink a bottle of water, and the other two will pick out what drinks they want. Not soda though, 'cause that's just liquid fat, and I will not talk to anybody who drinks liquid weight like there's no tomorrow.
Today, Naida and Lulu, the two most recent of my little minions, were walking with me from the cafeteria to our spot. Lulu was carrying two water bottles, one was mine the other was hers, and Naida had a glass of lemonade that sloshed noisily as we walked. When we reached the tree, I noticed the ground was wet. No way was I ruining my designer jeans by sitting on the muddy, wet, ground. I decided to ask Lulu to do me a little favor.
“Lulu!” I said, putting my hands on my hips.
“Ye...yes?” she stuttered. Gah, I couldn't wait until I found somebody to replace her. Naida was like me; conniving, manipulative, and spiteful, but Lulu was just a bubble head that somehow got popular enough for me to even think of using as a replacement for...for...oh, I can't remember her name. It's not important though.
“Put those bottles down,” I commanded. She sat the two water bottles down on the muddy ground under the tree. “No! Not there you retard! On the grass,” I said, rolling my eyes. Why does she have to be such an idiot? I don't wanna hold a muddy water bottle...um, ewe? “Now gimme your jacket,” I said. She looked confused and a little reluctant, but she did as I said.
I threw the jacket down on the muddy ground beneath the tree, and made my way over to sit on it. “Good idea...now we won't have to go around with mud on our butts the rest of the day. That would not be attractive,” Naida said, wrinkling her nose.
“Hey! I just got that jacket!” Lulu shrilled.
“And?” I asked.
“And it's designer! My mom just got it for me! Now you're gonna ruin it,” she shrilled annoyingly.
“Naida?” I asked.
“Yes?” she asked back.
“Did you hear about Tally wanting to join our group?”
“Yeah, I did, actually. And she would be just perfect. To bad you only take two people at a time” Naida said, catching on.
“I bet she would let us use her jacket,” I prodded. We both looked at Lulu expectantly.
“Fine! Fine, you can use it,” she said, finally breaking. Naida smiled at me triumphantly.
I would never let Tally join the “in” group, and anybody with half a brain would know that. She's way to nice...she would never be able to stomach half the stuff we did. Yeah, she's gorgeous, she's rich, and is pretty popular, but she's like Tina. Popular for being nice, not for actually doing the dirty work it took to stay on top. Lulu doesn't know that, though. She is to much of an idiot.
I sat down on Lulu's jacket, leaving enough room for one more person. Any decent person would have let Lulu sit there, but not me. I'm not that nice. I gestured for Naida to come sit beside me. Lulu would just have to sit on the ground, like I cared if her pants got dirty? Um, no. She is just holding the space she took up in the group for the next person who would come along.
