Explicit [GirlxGirl - Complete]

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

The moment I stepped into the cafeteria I knew I'd made a big mistake. The chaos going on inside the room made it so much harder to speak or to think. Liza lead me towards the table where she and her friends always sat. It was the same table which I'd thought I'd been banned from. But now I had a second chance.

I already things had changed drastically. The three theater girls were talking to one another, giggling over a picture book that looked like one of the old yearbooks, before they looked up and noticed me. Riley was sitting beside the theater girls talking to Darren, the one who'd been looking at me funny the other day.

They were all people I knew but didn't really know. I don't think they knew me besides descriptive words such as the loner and the goth girl who didn't have the style.

Depressed might as well have been stamped into my forehead. That might have made things a little easier.

Before we even made it to the table, we were sidelined by two people I never thought I would have to speak to.

Zoey and Trisha were back. I had hoped that whatever they had told to Liza would be just something about a class. Instead, it looked like they might have some other business with her.

Zoey cocked her head at us. She was holding a tray with fruit and vegetables. It looked very bland. "You're Mia, right?"

"Maya," I say. An awkward silence falls over us.

Zoey springs up from it with a quick smile and then looks over at Liza. "Well, then. I forgot but we're meeting in the gym later, okay?"

Liza nodded. The small smile was courtesy, nothing more.

Zoey gave a glance over. I should be used to it, but it still made me feel small. I glanced down at my feet, trying to tuck my arms in further to my side. I didn't look up when Zoey and Trisha walked off, going to the other side of the cafeteria. But I didn't need to look at them to know they were looking down on me.

"When did you become friends with them?" I mumble, tucking my arms under my armpits. I might have looked like a fucking idiot but I didn't care as long as I felt body about my body. I wish I could just disappear right here.

But Liza was the important thing here.

"When did you start to care?" She continued to the front of the cafeteria and grabbed a clean tray from the pile.

I picked one up after her.

"I've always cared."

"Bullshit." She slammed a scoop of mash potatoes on her tray. "You've never cared who I was hanging out with. I'm surprised you're ever half here."

I scooped up the same amount and shook it off onto my tray. "I said I care."

"Hm." She moved on to the pizza.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she placed a piece onto my tray first. It was like being hit with a shock. Though it wasn't the nicest thing she'd done for me, it was the best thing she'd done for me in the entire week.

Pitiful. I know.

The pizza looked disgusting on my tray. The pepperonis and the grease sliding off the side of the melted cheese made me want to throw up in my mouth. I held back the sickness and tried to look towards the other kinds of foods they had laid out. I really couldn't focus on anything but her words.

We went to the checkout. We swiped our school cards and walked towards the lunch table.

My stomach churned as we sat down beside one another. This was more awkward than I thought it would be.