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I'm ordinary. I'm not special in any way. I'm not extra smart, I'm not dumb, I'm not drop dead gorgeous and I'm not ugly. I'm not popular, but I'm no outcast. Every day was ordinary, the same things happen every week. Completely and utterly ordinary is the definition of me.

This is what I tell myself every morning, dispite my father's denial. He would tell me that I'm destined for greatness, and I believed it, until Melonie Danvers said her father told her the same thing.

The devil was blonde and dressed from head to toe in pink, and one of it's many names was Melonie. God, I can't stand Melonie, but the thought of sitting alone at lunch everyday, not having anyone beside me, even just for comfort, scared the hell out of me.

So I dealt with it. And all the talking that came with it.

"-and I was like, damn. When did Paul and Jared get so hot? I mean, they were hot before, don't get me wrong, but now they joined that cult, it's like... Like I said. Damn. Even Embry Call got hot."

I hummed absentmindedly, only half listening to what she had to say. Pale fingers snapped in front of my face, and I jumped, my eyes wide.

"Hello? Earth to Alyson? Were you even listening?"

I winced and shook my head, brown hair falling in front of my face out of habit.

"I'm sorry," I sighed and my almost empty food tray became more interesting. "You were talking about Paul right? And the cult?"

Melonie grinned and laughed out a shrill giggle. I refrained from plugging my ears and cowering away from the noise.

"Yeah, and how insanely hot they are. You agree, right?"

I shrugged and popped a grape in my mouth, chewing silently.

"Ohhh, that's right. I remember, you prefer the silent type. Well the difference between you and me, Aly dear, is that you're into boys and I'm into men."

Not the only difference, I thought bitterly.

"There's plenty of fish in the sea, right?" She sighed in awe, looking over at the 'Cults' table.

"Just so happens that you go for the fish that are smart enough to swim away," I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"Rude." She gasped, giggling. "Hey, wait, you're still coming over, right? I need you're help with this project, if I fail, I won't get my phone for a week."

"Oh no, it's the end of the world," I attempted to joke with a tiny smile.

Melonie held a hand over her chest, faking offense.

"It is! It is the end of the world! You would feel the same if it were you."

"But I don't, because it's not me. I actually get my work done, unlike some people who only stare at boys the whole class," Laughing, I took a bite out of another grape.

Oh, if looks could kill.

"So, you can come over, right?"

"No, Melonie I told you, I can't. I have to work at the shop tonight."

"What if I tried to persuade your da-"

"You're writing the paper for my Dad." I dead-planned, shaking my head.

Melonie's mouth opened and closed like a fish, and that only made me laugh more, continuing my munching on the grapes. Rare moments like this make lunch with Melonie slightly more tolerable.