Whispers in the dark

Chapter two

Chapter Two

They sauntered though the hallway, their hips swaying ever so slightly and their silky hair swishing behind them. Three perfect cheerleaders with perfect hair, perfect bodies and perfect boyfriends. In the middle of the girls stood Cindy, a tall blonde bimbo with piercing blue eyes. On her left lay Sasha, the olive skinned brunette with ditzy soft curls that deserve to be in a Pantene advertisement. On the right side of Cindy was Dalia who has dead straight black hair and skinny long legs that could make supermodels cry.

Behind them stood four guys that could all be Calvin Klein models. Their names were Tim, Jacob, Cody and Marcus. All of them were taken by the three girls in front of them, apart from Marcus. But with girls who would practically crawl over broken glass to be with him, he was pretty much off the market. Together they formed the It group. They sat together, ate together and hung out together, almost like a pack. In their eyes, if you weren't part of their group you were a nothing.

I turned to my best friend Sam and whispered, "I don't even get why everyone looks up to them, they're not all that great."

As if on cue they all suddenly turned towards me, their acidic eyes sliced into me.

"What was that you said?" Cindy snapped at me, her six inch leopard print heels clicking on the tiled floor beneath us as she stormed over towards me.

I instantly regretted that I had said anything, but couldn't for the life of me understand how could they have heard me when I wasn't even close to them.

"Don't Cindy, she's not worth it," Dalia said, gently placing a perfectly manicured hand on her arm. Cindy looked me over once, then turned on her heel and strutted away. Her posse followed after her, each in turn giving me their own freezing cold glare.

"What did you do that for?" Sam questioned, "You know if you get on their bad side your pretty much dead."

"I know, I know," I said slamming my locker shut and re-arranging my books.

"And what did you mean they aren't that great?" Sam trilled as we started to walked to our class, "They're only the richest, most popular and prettiest people in the whole school!"

"Okay Sam," I groaned, still utterly puzzled over how they could have possibly heard me.

"No really, you shouldn't mess with them, they're bad news Avalon!" She warned.

"Alright Sam! It just slipped out, okay? You don't need to go on and on about it!" I explained with a hint of exasperation in my voice. After my recent ordeal with the popular group I didn't think I could handle another one of her lectures.

Seeing the pain in her face, I instantly felt bad for snapping at her. After all, she was only trying to help.

"Wait, Sam I'm s-" I started before she interrupted me.

"It's fine," she hushed, "I know you didn't mean it."

I gave her a quick hug and waved her goodbye. As I stepped into my history class Sasha, Peter and Marcus who were sitting together, as usual, turned to scowl at me. Lifting my head up high I walked over to my usual seat at the front of the class by the window. I wasn't going to be put off by them.

I heard hushed whispers floating in the air all around me and I sighed, once again regretting I had said anything. Turning my attention outside, my gaze locked onto a few dried leaves that danced together along the pavement.

All of that lesson I tried to concentrate but I just couldn't. I could feel their cold hard stares drilling into the back of my head. There was something about them, something odd that I couldn't put my finger on. Something that I had to find out.