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What a Catch, Donnie.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/ 'Seat, seat, where to sit....' I thought anxiously, fingers drumming on my occupied nosebleed red lunch tray. 'First day in the lunch room, please don't live up to your 80's movies expectation.' I inwardly sighed and took baby steps past the long tables, looking for a contender. I glanced to my right at table lined with dudes.

             

               'Maybe.... here. Nah, those are the jocks.' i took in a deep breath through my nose.'God they reek.' A few built guys in Letterman jackets nudged and pushed each other playfully, a couple of them cat calling to whom I would guess were the cheerleading clique's table. That table was absolutely out of the question.

     I now took long, paced strides, whistling a tune I had recently heard upon recommendation of an acquaintance.It was a little band from Chicago called Fall out boy, the song titled 'Grand theft autumn'.

         It was quite catchy, and the lead singers voice was heaven. Despite the fact that he was famous and was literly impossible to date, i dreaded the fact that his voice did not match his looks and age. He was my age, 19, but he was pretty average/chubby looking.((I think he's adorable no matter what)) I stopped in my steps, in front of a table of (what thought were) friendly looking girls. 'Better introduce myself.'

                 I sighed and clenched a fist of motavation. 'Here I go...this better not suck ass like high school.' "H-hi." I waved with a quivering smile, my sweatshirt sleeve clinging unto my knuckles. "May i h-have the pleasure to sit with you guys?" My eyes were closed, awaiting an answer.

                              

                                But I got a rude awaking.

               

          "If I paid you would you go away, you face kinda upsets my stomach." I opened my eyes to the petite girl that had spoken the nasally insult, the group bursting into a chorus of snickers.

            My jaw tightened, hanging my head both sad and pissed. "Come on sweetie, with that hair and acne, you were bound to have it happened eventually." More giggles, and I ground my teeth. 'I can get over it, their just a bunch of idi'- "Are you some kind of emo?"

              My thoughts froze. No one gets away with that one. Moderately, my head rose, a majority of the giggles shushed out of fear. I then met my eyes to her overly mascaraed ones. "What.the.fuck.did.you.just.call.me." I hissed maliciously. She grinned, unintimidated. "You heard me, you fucking e-"

                 My fist allowed her to shut her stupid mouth.

             That was probably one of the bravest things I have done, ever. She fell to the ground, obviously in pain. God, this felt great. "Next time, watch your mouth about a kickboxer." I grinned down at her triumphantly, rolling up the sleeves of my sweatshirt and putting them on my hips for extra sass.

             Gasps. Why the heck would they be gasping? I turned to the table of Barbie's. "What?" I snarled at them. They just pointed..... to my wrists, laughing. Shit. "She is an emo! She's a bitch and a liar! Let's fucking get her!" They all stood simultaneously, walking towards me with sharpies and fists pulled back......./\/\/\/\/\/\/\/

              God, another college dream. Just to remind me of how terrible a human I am. I squinted my freshly opened eyes to the time on the alarm clock.  12:26, as always. I rubbed eyelids with my knuckles. "Time for another day of nothingness."