He sat in the loser's section of the cafeteria, close to the walls and in the back, away from the adults. It was his first day at Westerburg High School and he already hated it.
There were these girls that everyone talked about, all three named Heather. And all three wore a special color. The leader, Chandler, wore red. The second in command, Duke, wore green. The third one, McNamara, wore yellow. He had American History with the yellow one, she seemed shy.
But another girl was with them during lunch, she wore black and blue. He liked that she looked so different, so dark and magnetic to contrast the other three's bright hues. The red one and the yellow one were both blonde, in two different shades. The green one had red hair. But her, his blue beauty, she had dark brown hair, similar in color to his.
Once he laid eyes on her, he could not look away. He just watched her drift through the cafeteria alongside the other three. The red one strutted, confidence dripping. The green one sauntered, jealousy and envy obvious in the way she looked at the red one. The yellow one sort of meandered, seeming lost in her own world. But again, his blue was different, she drifted. It was as if she was attached to the other three with string, going wherever they go. They moved as a group but she did not fit in. She stood out like a sore thumb. The blondes were both tall, the yellow girl being the tallest, and the redhead was shorter than them but taller than his blue.
His eyes widened slightly as she looked at him, the two locking eyes. He felt a rush of electricity as her brown eyes met his blue ones. But her gaze pulled from him as she bumped into a girl with light brown hair, a girl who was folded into herself. He watched as she talked to the girl before being pulled away by the girl in red, who talked to her alone for a moment. Then his blue snatched the red clipboard from the red girl and said something sassy. She gave back the clipboard and moved her head as if to say, let's go. The two began to go around to different tables and talk. They rejoined the green and yellow girls. After a bit, blue took the clipboard again, nodded and drifted over to him.
"Hello Jason Dean." She said, and he felt so amazing from hearing her voice. It reminded him of silk.
"Greetings and salutations." He said, and even though he always said it, it felt ridiculous to say to such a pretty girl. She smiled as if she was amused by his odd greeting. "You a Heather?" He asked, wondering if he had misheard and that there were actually four Heathers.
"No, I'm a Veronica... Sawyer." His blue answered and he smirked. Veronica was such a perfect name for his beautiful bruise.
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