~Maimouna's POV~
We finally reach the cafeteria and he is about to open the door when someone stops him." Yoh, Hakeem wait up and who's that chick next to you? Is she your new 'girlfriend'," he said in a mocking tone. I scoffed aloud and Hakeem let out a chuckle.
He turned around with his arm still on top of my shoulders." Sup, Prosper and no she's not my 'girlfriend'," he says with annoyance in his voice," well not yet." He looked down at me then smiled.
I look up at him with a smile," In your dreams."
I study Prosper and that when I realized how strikingly handsome he was. He is dark-skinned with the whitest teeth you'll ever see. He is wearing a light pink sweater with dark blue denim jeans. His outfit really compliments his skin tone and not to mention he's got the face of a god in other words, he's gorgeous. He is a hundred percent my type but he seems like a player. I guess I have to wait and find out.
"Wow, she even has a sense of humor. You have good taste in girls," he said nodding in approval at Hakeem.
"You know that's true, but the one girl I regret is, Brittney." He cringed after saying her name, "That bitch was CRAZY, Pros."
I scoff out loud not because I'm jealous, it's just you don't talk about the mistakes in your dating life in front of a girl the girl that you just indirectly asked to be your girlfriend a few moments ago, " Yeah, so are we gonna stand here all lunch or go eat."
" Okay, let's have lunch." Hakeem drops his arm off my shoulders to open the cafeteria door.
We walk in and I look around. It's like a normal high school cafeteria. It's vibrant, loud and there are Tables, and no I don't mean real tables I mean like 'you sit at a table that represents your social status'. Let me explain jocks and cheerleaders (aka the mean girls) table, they run the school and are the second last people you want to pick a fight with.
The gamers table, they are basically the people who will never get a girlfriend until they're thirty and they seem to not know why. It's like you spend most of your life playing video games and you shocked that girls don't talk to you.
Hipsters and the hippies table, they want to save the world by protesting that the cafeteria not serve milk because it's 'animal cruelty' to the cow, I know right! How dump is that. The adult hipsters and hippies make the world a better place, but when they are in high school they're just annoying.
Gangsters' table, they're the kids who always have a gun. Do you know how I said the jocks and the cheerleaders are the second last people to pick a fight with. The gangsters are The Last People To Pick A Fight With. They will literally beat you up and shoot you, I know I'm being dramatic but still you get what I mean. The first person to be friends with the newbie automatically transports them into their table.
There's a lot more groups like the peacemakers, class clowns, "cool kids", arty intellectuals, nerds, troublemakers, "ghetto kids", slackers, girly girls. I wonder which table Prosper and Hakeem sit at.
I look up at Prosper then ask," Which table do we sit at?"
He looks at me confused." Umm, regular table.
I let out a giggle," No, I mean like......." I explain to him the different tables for different social statuses. When he looks like he understands I ask again," Which table do we sit at."
"Oh, we're the......" He takes time to think and when finally get an idea he reply's," We're the interracial socialites.
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Author's Notes
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