Confusion

Chapter 3: Lunch time Drama

Evelyn's point of view

Words could not describe how grateful I was when the bell rang, dismissing me from Spanish. I leapt up and ran out of the room. I was the first one out. I had felt like an exhibit in there. By now, you would think that I would be used to the attention that I got from the opposite gender, but it still made me uncomfortable on the inside, though I had learned to control my expression and outside body movement.

I felt terrible for behaving the way I did to the girl that I had crashed into, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't let myself get close to anyone, not ever again. I had learned the hard way that you couldn't trust anyone but family, and sometimes, most times, no one but yourself. People usually had more than one intentions.

Then I froze, realizing what I had next. Lunch.

Lunch and free periods were my least favorite parts of the day. Why? Because it was a time where people had nothing to do but gossip and I was sure that as being the new girl that had come a month late into the school year, I would be a main topic.

I would have skipped lunch, to avoid the crowd, but I knew from experience that that only made people talk more.

I steeled my nerves and dropped my stuff off in my locker. As I walked down the hallway to the cafeteria, I felt stares. I sighed unhappily. This reminded me of the incident two years ago. I had moved to get away from the attention, from the pitying stares. But I suppose that this attention was better in a way.

I quickly walked into the cafeteria, trying not to make eye contact. As I walked in, a blonde girl with makeup caked on her face started whispering to her friends. I guessed that these were the populars. I stood in the lunch line, waiting politely. When it was my turn, I filled up my tray with food. It was good to have a balanced diet and a healthy appetite. Especially if you worked out as much as I did.

I quickly paid, giving the lunch lady a charming smile and a thank you. She looked surprised, she probably didn't get many of those but I had been raised with manners-and my mother.

I paused. I didn't know where to sit. Something else I hated about lunch. I scanned the tables, looking for the emptiest table the farthest away from the entrance. Unfortunately the table was occupied by some girl.

I tried to look for other options, but couldn't find any, so I walked over to her table and sat down. "Hey! My name is Mirabelle, Mirabelle Wilson, but you can call me Mira." The girl said enthusiastically. Then she frowned. "Why are you sitting here?" She questioned suspiciously.

I guessed that I would have to introduce myself, one way or the other. I evaluated her. According to my internal radar, this girl wasn't very popular, but she was very friendly and slightly wary. Good. I gave her a polite smile "I'm Evelyn, Evelyn Fox. You can call me Ev or Evy if you want. I'm sitting here because I'm new and I don't know anyone. But I can move if you wish." I started to get up.

"Oh no," Mira said. "Please sit down. I was just wondering why a girl like you would want to sit next to a girl like me, that's all."

I was about to reply when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around. Standing there was the blonde I had seen whispering to her friends earlier. "I'm Gia, and you must be Evelyn Fox, daughter of the famous designer Elenorè Fox."

It disturbed me that she already knew who I was. But I wasn't surprised. I stood up too. "Yep. That's me."

She smiled in what was probably supposed to be an inviting way, but it looked more like a leer. "We just wanted to invite you to sit with us, we wouldn't want you mixing with the wrong crowd here." She gestured to Mira as she said this, her friends nodding like bobble heads behind her.

I turned to look at Mira, who wasn't looking at me, instead picking at her food. I wondered how many times this had happened to her before. I felt a surge of anger within me. The cafeteria doors slammed shut. I took a deep breath. Cool it Evelyn, you don't want everyone knowing your secret now do you? I exhaled through my nose. The cafeteria doors opened again.

I smiled charmingly at her, but I couldn't see anyway out of a conflict here. I smiled internally. "I'm going to have to refuse then. You're right, I wouldn't want to mix with the wrong crowd." I stared directly into her black eyes, waiting a moment for the meaning of my comment to sink in.

She gaped at me. By now we had an audience. I wondered if anyone had ever dared to talk to her this way. "You bitch!" She snarled at me "Do you know what you've done! I gave you a chance to prove you were one of us, I guess you aren't. You could have gone shopping with me. You've made enemies today, the cheer squad stands with me!" She finished dramatically.

I smirked. This was fun. "I don't know why I'd want to be like you Gigi. And I certainly wouldn't want to go shopping at Whores-R-Us with you. You want to be cheer captain? Well then." I got up on the cafeteria table. I knew I had everyone's attention now. "Ladies and Gentlemen!" I announced, putting on my most charming smile. I mentally thanked my mother for her good genes. "I would like to announce that I'm running for cheer captain! Vote for me, not the blonde bimbo. I'm sure you're all tired of her by now anyways!" Whispers started. I smiled, getting off of the table. This was exactly what I wanted.

Gia stared at me. "Y-You can't do that! It doesn't work that way!" She gasped "You aren't even on the cheer squad!"

I smiled "I will be though, tryouts are today."

She gaped at me like a fish before flipping her hair and walking off, her minions behind her, reassuring her.

I sat down. Mira looked at me "You're crazy to choose me over her."

"No, I'm just normal. You're a much better person than she is anyways." I held out my hand "Friends?"

Mira blinked at me, then smiled "Sure." She said warmly.

I pulled out my phone and called my mom. She didn't pick up. I guessed she had a meeting, so I left her a message; "Hey mom, can you get Leslie to pick me up at 5:30 today? I'm trying out for cheer. Love you!"

I smiled, putting my phone back into my pocket. Maybe attention was good.

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