Mrs All American ((Calum Hood))

two

Chapter 2

At lunch, Charlie was nervous. She couldn't find any of the boys, the canteen was full. It wasn't how it was back in New York, or even California. In California, basically everyone was - chill.

Nobody was made fun of, nobody ate alone, it was peaceful. In New York, every once in a while you would see a nerd being pushed down, but somebody would help them.

Oh, but this was Sydney.

You've got your freshman, ROCT guys, preps, J.V. jocks, nerds, cool kids, Varsity jocks, unfriendly hotties, girls who eat their feelings, girls who don't eat anything, desperate wannabes, burnouts, sexually active band geeks, and as always, beware of the plastics.

Charlie gulped as she saw the girls wearing pink, it was Charlie's least favorite color.

"Charlie, Charles!" Calum called her over. "Uh, hey Calum. Where do we sit?" She asked, seeing their weren't any tables left. He smiled, taking her arm. "We sit outside, none of us really like it in there." Charlie's nodded, she didn't like it either.

There was an exit on the other side of the canteen, and the other boys where waiting for them. As they passed the plastics, Charlie held her breath, hoping they wouldn't notice her.

"Hey, you! Band Tee!" A high pitched voice called. Calum and Charlie both turned around, noticing they were both wearing Band shirts.

"Me?" Charlie questioned, very scared. "Yes, you honey. You're new here, right?" "Uh, yeah, I am." Calum noticed how nervous she was and he grabbed her hand, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

Charlie mentally awed at the gesture. The girl wearing a revealing top gave her a sly smirk. "I'm Barbra. Would you like to sit with us? I mean you're new and pretty, why not, right girls?" She questioned the girls standing slightly behind her, and they nodded quickly.

"Uh, no thank you, I'm sitting with my friends." She replied quickly not wanting to sit with them. She was scared. "So you think you're pretty?" Barbra asked Charlie, her eyes in slits.

"Excuse me?" Charlie asked her. "You didn't deny being pretty, so that means you're stuck up. But we'll give you a second chance. Are you taking it up, or not?" "That's enough Barbie, excuse me, Barbra, but she's sitting with us."

Calum pulled her away, "Thank you so much Cal, I thought I was ganna' die, I mean total Mean Girls moment!"

Calum chuckled, "Barbra thinks she's Regina George, everyone calls her Barbie because she fake. Anyways, let's go the guys are probably waiting for us." They hurried over to a small table under a tree and sat. "What took you two so long?" Ashton asked them. "Just another incident with Barbie. Nothing new," Calum told them.

Every single day, Barbra had a new victim. She would insult most of them until they where in tears. Lots of people thought she was the greatest and worst person you'd ever meet.

"I hate her," Michael mumbled. Barbra would always make fun of Michael's hair and styles, and it really bothered him. "So away from all of this depressing stuff," Luke said. "You like The Rolling Stones?" Charlie's face lit up, and she nodded. "One of the many bands I'm in love with." "Me too," Luke agreed, his cheeks tinting pink. Whenever he talked to a pretty girl, he would blush like crazy.

"You guys are so . . . Punk rock I want to say? Well how you dress, I love it!" all of the boys blushed, they never received complements from females other than their mothers. "We try," Michael joked kicking his black combat boots on the table.

"See what I mean! Black combat boots, ripped skinny jeans and band tee shirts? Punk Rock," She mocked, their personalities were the total opposite.

"I do what I want, I'm punk rock," Michael teased back. "No you're not," Calum mumbled and Charlie bursted out in hysterics as Michael pouted.

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{So this was a double update, but I think this is kind of a filler, very short. Sorry for any mistakes, enjoy!}