You're Crazy!

Ch. 3

It turns out I only have one class with Maria, which made us both start crying. My schedule looks a little something like this:

1st period: gym. Bleh!

2nd period: English. Yuck!

3rd period: Government. Eugh!

Lunch. YAY!!!

4th period: creative writing. Kinda yay!

5th period: precalculus. *Cries*

6th period: Anatomy. yay only when we dissect stuff!

7th period: photography. DOUBLE YAY!!!

So yeah, that's it.

I have photography with Maria, which is good because after my sucky day, she'll mke it better.

I'm currently in lunch eating pizza. How awesome is that?! Anywho, Maria hasn't walked in yet, and she's starting to worry me. I thought she'd be here before me, but I haven't seen her all day, except this morning.

When she finally walks in, I sigh in relief. She starts looking around, and I start waving my hand, but people stand between us, and now I can't see her, which means she can't see me.

I think for a moment before I stand on the table and start waving again. She sees me immediately and smiles before walking over.

"Hi!" She greets enthusiastically.

"Hi!" I greet right back. She sits down across from me and puts her lunch bag on the table. I was able to get the lunch lady to give me two slices, and I ate one while waiting for Maria. I pick up the second one as Maria picks up her PB&J sammich.

"So how's school so far?" She asks. I shrug my shoulders and take a huge bite of my pizza, half of it now gone.

"Cool."

Suddenly the whole cafeteria goes quiet, and Maria turns around to see what's going on.

A group of guys just walked in, all wearing leather jackets and dark jeans.

Looking sexy as hell, might I add.

They walk toward a huge table full of people, but when they get close, everyone leaves and finds other places to sit. Maria turns back around and stares at me with wide eyes.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you," she whispers. I lean in so she can tell me whatever she has to tell me.

"Those guys are dangerous. You don't want to be near them."

"Why?" I whisper back.

"They're a gang."

"What?!" I shout. Literally everyone turns their heads to look at me with wide eyes. Except for the Leather boys. They just glare at me.

Maria smacks my head and I say a quiet "ow," before listening to what else she has to say.

"They're bad people, Isa. Like really bad."

"Like badder than when I got stuck in that kiddie slide last year, and the fire department had to cut the slide open to get me out?" She nods slowly, showing me how serious she is.

"Yikes."

"Yeah."

I get up to throw away my tray, but as soon as I get there, someone else pushes their tray in front of mine, causing it to shake in my hand. Trying to get it steady, and using my other hand doesn't come to mind, it ends up flipping, and my half full carton of milk flies through the air before spilling it's contents all over the guy next to me. I look up and curse under my breath.

It's one of the leather guys.

His body is frozen, and I don't think it's because time froze. Although, everyone else in the cafeteria also froze, so maybe that is why.

But that thought quickly disappears when Leather guy slowly turns toward me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead by now.

But looks can't kill, unless you have laser eyes or something, but I highly doubt Leather guy has laser eyes.

Hah. Try saying that five times fast. Leather guy laser eyes leather guy laser eyes leather guy laser eyes...

I stand still as he reaches behind him to the table next to him and picks up a small carton of orange juice. At first I think he's going to drink it when he starts to open it, but I realize what he's doing too late as he raises it over my head and pours it over my head.

My body tenses, and I hear Maria whispering to herself.

It's my turn to glare at Mr. Leather guy, and he seems surprised by it at first before he masks it and his face is blank.

"What...the...FUCK!" I shout, and Mr. Leather guy looks shocked again. He raises an eyebrow, and I raise one of my own.

"Aren't you going to apologize?" I ask Mr. Leather guy. I hear gasps all around the room as everyone watches us.

"Me? You want me to apologize?" He asks, sounded baffled by the idea.

I cross my arms over my chest, keeping my brow raised.

He barks out a short laugh. "Right, that's funny drizzlebrain. Now if you'll excuse me." He turns around and starts walking away, but I quickly walk over to the nearest table, grab a slice of pizza from someone's tray, and throw it at him. It hits the back of his head, and he freezes once more.

"Don't call me drizzlebrain you pickle head!" I yell angrily. He spins around and glares at me.

"What...did you just call me?" He asks lowly. I gulp before repeating my earlier statement.

"Pickle head."

He stalks toward me, and I start walking backwards. The back of my legs hit a table, and Pickle Head continues to walk closer.

When his face is an inch away from mine, I wrinkle my nose.

"You're breath smells."

His eyes darken. "You better watch yourself Drizzlebrain. This isn't over," he whispers harshly, before he walks out the cafeteria, the other leather guys following him.

"Stupid Pickle Head," I mumble angrily before I sit back down in my seat across from Maria. The whole cafeteria, well not the actual cafeteria, because that's not possible. Everyone in the cafeteria is still staring at me, so I glare at them.

"Got somethin to say, you salty pretzels?" I ask loudly. They immediately look away, and Maria laughs.

"Salty pretzels?"

"They're disgusting," I say, and she gasps dramatically.

"They are not!"

"Are too!"

"Nuh-uh!

"Yuh-huh!"

"Caca face!"

"Poop breath!"

"Pea brain!"

"Stupid head!"

"Cotton headed ninnie muggins!"

My lips tremble and tears spring to my eyes. Maria immediately starts apologizing, saying that was uncalled for, but I ignore her and stand up.

"Thanks for telling me how you really feel," I say before I run out of the cafeteria.