Baggage l.h. {au}

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"Dakota, this is the people you will be hanging out with for now on." She says, squeezing my upper arm and dragging me forward.  "Taylor," She points to a small, blond girl, with dark streaks plastered through her hair, she was dressed in a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt, identical to the one Luke has.  "and this is Jasmine." The next girl had flawless dark skin, with jet black hair, and big brown eyes.

        Their giggles seized and the looked me up and down before standing from their seats and circling me like a flock of vultures.  I was feeling extremely uncomfortable as they poked around me.

"Okay."

"She's good." They smile and sit back down on the lunch table in front of me. 

"They were checking you over." Kat whispers in my ear, cupping her voice from the other two girls.

"For what?" I whisper back.  She just shrugs before sitting down herself.

"Where did you move here from?" Taylor says, resting her heart shaped head in her small hands.

"Um-"

"Pennsylvania." Kat interrupts me, making me look at her.

"How did you know?" I didn't recall even telling her anything about my life, little alone where I came from.

"I do my research." She says, staring blankly in my eyes.  "That and my boyfriend told me."  She shrugged.  My heart began to race, the only person that I know from here is Luke.  Does Luke have a girlfriend?  Not that I cared, I haven't seen him in about five or six days.

  "He said that he had a friend that met a girl that moved here from there.  And that she was younger, so I just thought that maybe, it was you." She smirked, her lips laying off to the side a little. 

"And you look a little rebellious, so I took you under my wing, by choice that is." She laughed as I looked down at my apparel, I thought I looked pretty normal.  "By rebellious, Koda, I mean that you don't fit in with the rest.  I mean, look around, we don't exactly fit in either, social outcasts, I like to think of it like that.  But, no body messes with us." She grins, looking down at her boots like they were the most fascinating thing in the world.

"Sorry, I'm a bit of a chatter box.  I make up for their quietness." She chuckles, looking over her shoulder at her friends, who just shrugged and laughed along with her.   "They're not always like this.  C'mon guys, if she was going to judge you she would have done it already." She turns a 90 degree angle, so she was facing them.  "Say something, and don't you dare do a song reference." She closes her eyes for a second, as the girls giggle.

"You know me so well." Jasmine laughs out loud, ignoring the stares she was getting from around her.

"Say something, I'm giving up on you, Kat!" Taylor says, rather loudly, pushing her friends shoulder.

"Why do I even hang out with you!?" Kat rolls her eyes, before her face was engulfed in a huge grin.

"So, is she fixable?" Kat says, clearly out of breath from their previous giggle fit.

"Yeah, we can fix her." Jasmine says, biting her blue-black fingernails.   I don't know what they'll be fixing, and I don't know whether I should be offended or not.  Probably offended.

"What exactly would we be fixing?" I asked, butting into all the senseless chatter about boys and drama.  They turned and stared at me doe-eyed and slightly confused.

"You'll see honey, you'll see."  Kat says turning around and running through the thick black doors that lead outside.

"Where are you going, Kat?" Taylor asks, looking just as confused as I am.