Chasing Time🥀 (ON HOLD)

🌹2🌹

Students in pairs and people of their cliche padded towards the cafeteria like brain-driven zombies. It was like a damn aristocratic practice. Nerds move with nerds, popular move with popular, bitches move with bitches and dicks move with dicks. The last two are not my concern but the rest pissed me off. If you attempted to disrupt the long known tradition, you will be target of the likes of Lacy and her minions. It was one of the things that pissed me and the girls but mostly me off.

The old cafeteria was old as the school. It's red and yellow painted walls were decorated with stains that told its onlookers the sad tale of a food fight. The air smelled of pasta as it was spaghetti and meatballs for lunch. After getting my food, I joined the girls, well only Piper, on our usual table. It was located at the far right away from the popular and jocks tables and from the occasional food fights from stupid hormonal teenagers.

Piper's leg was on my seat as she lazily ate her spaghetti. For some weird reason, my friend hated meatballs. She calls them 'Little devil agents wrapped up in a chewy ball'. As I continue eating, Grace came in, walking with her tray full of junks. No matter the amount of calories that girl ate, she never grew fat. "Hey guys" she greeted as she opened her coke. Piper grunted in response still playing with her food.

"What crawled into your ass and died, Pipe" I asked reaching for her orange juice. Violently, might I add, she swatted my hand away and answered grumpily. "Miss Mathewson". Ahh! So that's the reason. Her chemistry teacher never liked her and didn't fail to show it. She must have given her a different assignment or something. While I was still having an internal battle with myself on what cruelty was bestowed on Piper, I didn't notice an extra tray on my table until Grace decided to stomp my foot with a force of an elephant. "Ow!" My knee on reflex jerked and hit the table. I heard Piper's growl and turned to see that my reflex action had caused her spaghetti sauce to be smeared on her yellow shirt. I smiled nervously and in my attempt to live longer, diverted our attention to the intruder who caused the ruckus. I looked up only to groan. Dying by Piper's hands don't seem bad now.

"What do you want, Brooke?" I asked in a bored tone. He flashed me his charming smile. The one that would make girls swoon over him and the one that would make me feel sick and violated. He sat down on our table, me and the girls looking at him and waiting for an answer. His smile was still on his face as he opened his water. Does he never get tired? I repeated the question just in case he didn't hear me, this time, slowly and spelling it out. "What do you want?"

"Hey Timelia" he greeted like I hadn't just talked. The girls shot him an unimpressed look and I followed. Seriously, this guy brain is as complicated as my spaghetti and it would be insulting to the meatballs if I compared his brain capacity to them. He didn't understand that I don't want to have a conversation with him not to talk of seeing his face and that annoying smile. He ran a hand through his brown hair, I think in an attempt to appear hot or attractive but I don't think he knows that gesture just made him look like he was frustrated with his life. Poor guy. I sighed and decided to rephrase my question. "Do you want anything?".

He grinned.

The idiot actually grinned. As in a full blown, wide grin. Why me?

This must be karma for whatever crazy shit I must have done in my past life. And of all places to bite me, she chose my butt with Brooke being the annoying parasite.

"There is a party in Adam's house" he announced.

Um..... "Okay?" I said urging him to continue.

He looked confused for a moment and so I sighed and explained in the best easy way I could

"So?".

His face was a perfect description of confusion. So much for having a peaceful lunch. This is what I face everyday. A loud cafeteria, cranky stewardess and a dumb jock that doesn't know when to shut up and get the hell out of your face.