Southern Charm [✓]

Chapter Six

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You know how in movies when the new girl walks into the cafeteria and everyone stops to stare? Yeah, well I always thought that was a teeny bit dramatic, but when you want in front of a mute girl and a football star, I guess all the drama goes skyhigh and the word "dramatization" has absoloutly no meaning.

"You go first," I whisper to Logan, who flashes me a grin and bypasses me in order to get into the lunch line, which has considerably less students than my school in Cinci. Although, I guess when there's half the student body of your old school, that's fairly exeptable.

I feel self-concious in my slighty rocker chick outfit of a jean jacket, white tank and jean capris, but I know that's not why they're staring; it's the fact that I'm new, and that implies "new meat".

I grab a salad since I'm working on my running diet, and a bottle of water. And since I want to, I grab a fude brownie. Hey, I said "working" on it, not actutally doing it.

Melissa, Logan and I linked our arms to ward off all the evil spirits who were- okay, so maybe dramatization does have a definition after all.

 We arrived at the jock's table and Melissa turned red when Drew looked up. Ugh, the neverending affects of popularity. I was popular back in Cinci; I like to think it was because of my outstanding personality, but it was probably the fact that I was track captain two years running. Plus, I was nice to everyone and didn't act like a god.

I plopped down beside a very crimson Melissa, who was now in between Logan and I and smiled brightly at the astonished faces around us. My guess is that they're thinking something along the lines of Did they seriously just sit down at our table? But, that's just my guess.

"You guys coming over tonight?" I ask. "I think Dad's going over the Homecoming game hightlights." At least, that's what I heard Dad say over breakfast, not that I really payed that much attention. I need to work on the whole "paying attention" thing.

Drew smiled and I resisted the urge to blush.

Before we go on, I believe some tips are in order. These tips are the "how to not make a complete fool of yourself in front of your crush" type.

1) If he smiles, winks or even blinks in your direction, for the love of God, don't blush!

"We'll be there. Will you be there?" he asks.

2) If he shows a sudden interest in you, don't react with a blush, stutter or even look affected.

I smiled once again. "I live there, don't I?"

A couple jocks laughed at my expense and Logan reached over Melissa to punch me on the shoulder playfully. Or it would have been playfully had he not been a two-hundred and fifty pound high school linebacker.

I nearly fell off of the bench, but I managed to grab onto Logan's retreating arm before I did.

"Ow," I so bluntly said.

He looked at me sheepishly, "Sorry, Em."

I motion for Melissa to trade me seats and Logan just looks scared.