Damage Control

Prying Eyes

"He is so infuritating! How dare he do that?" I growled to Sienna as I gripped my lunch tray tighter. It was finally lunch which meant I could finally let out the frustration that had been building up inside me for the last couple of hours. I damn near sprinted out of my class when the lunch bell rang because I knew I would snap if I heard one more person talking about Easton freaking Davis. 

Turning to face Sienna who had been relatively silent since I began my rant, I saw that she had a funny smile plastered on her face. She kept flashing me little side eyes looks as we walked passed the masses of students lingering around the cafeteria. 

Ignoring whatever evil thoughts she had brewing inside her pea sized brain, I glared down at my marinara pasta on my plate as we finally made it to our usual lunch table where Sebastian was sat munching on an apple.

"What's got her panties in a twist?" Sebastian questioned as soon as he got a good look at my face. Giving him a flat look, I plopped down into the seat beside him while tying my hair into a ponytail. As I finished putting my hair up, I heard the loud sound of slurping and munching from beside me as Sebastian took a massive bite of his apple.  I gave him an irritated look from the corner of my eye which he completely ignored as he continued devouring the apple. 

Sebastian ate like a complete pig.

Whether it was at home, in public, or at school, he didn't care, he would eat as loudly and obnoxiously as he possibly could. 

Not only was he aware of the way he ate, he knew how much it irked me. If I'm being completely honest, I think he just does it now to irritate me. 

Mission accomplished, asshole.  

"She and Easton Davis got into it during math." Sienna informed while wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. 

Shifting my glare to her, I stabbed my fork into my pasta before shoveling it into my mouth. I was no doubt angry about the events earlier today, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to eat.

My stomach didn't deserve that kind of punishment.

"Oh him? I met him in English earlier. Cool guy." Max said simply, tossing his apple core into the trash bin beside us. 

I opened my mouth to debunk his comments about the devils incarnate when suddenly the chatter in the cafeteria grew significantly louder. Snapping my mouth shut, I turned to face the entrance of the cafeteria where everyone's attention had diverted to. I instantly rolled my eyes when my gaze landed on the arrogant jerk from earlier, or who now had a name to him, Easton Davis.

You could tell just by his name that he was a total jackass, an arrogant one at that, and it's no surprise that he was the reason everyone was freaking out in the cafeteria. 

Walking in beside him was Noah Shaw and Harrison Reid as they made their way towards the center table where all the jocks and athletes usually sat. 

Now don't get me wrong, Westbridge wasn't super stereotypical with each clique sitting together and treating every other group like dirt, but the athletes usually surrounded themselves with the athletes as did the band kids, theatre students...the list goes on.

Despite this, everyone was relatively friendly to one another if we're not counting the occasional petty fight here and there.