The Pieces

Chapter 8

I waltzed into the boring, prestigious, obnoxiously manicured school. My hands were in the pockets of my jeans, and I was calmly cracking the gum in the side of my mouth.

I think Stacy was more excited for my first day than I was.

She was prancing around the picture-perfect sidewalks and lawns of the campus, babbling mindlessly about how some random teacher was "Just soo hawt!"

I wanted to shoot her in the head.

I'm pretty sure Maya was legitimately thinking about the consequences of that action.

While she cooed on and on, I let my mind wander to my brother.

If he were here with me, he probably would've joined in with her. They could've made an adorable couple, had he survived the accident. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if I had gone instead of him.

"Skye? You ok?" I heard Maya ask in a concerned nature. She put her hand on my shoulder comfortingly.

I wiped my now tear stained cheeks with my wrist, shrugged off her hand, and barked "Yeah. Great. Continue what you were saying, Stacy."

Maya looked kinda hurt by my coldness, but what can I say? I'd become an Ice Queen, not caring about other people's feelings.

Well, it might have hurt me a bit as well.

"As I was saying-" she was interrupted by the school bell sounding.

"Shi-"

"Ah cr-" Stacy cut Maya and I off and almost shouted "No time for cussin', ladies, it's time for class!" Then, she dragged us away into the school building with the hideous lobby.

Yay.
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It was just in the middle of my third class when the bell signaling lunch rang. I got up swiftly, hoping to avoid the scary she-devils. I managed to get by them with a couple murderous glares.

I saw the top of Stacy's head and shoved through the crowd of people in my way. I tapped on her shoulder and she spun around. She squealed excitedly and pulled me into the lunchroom.

"The cafeteria- the food is made by five-star chefs, and the imaginary seating chart is very clear." She swept her hand around the cafeteria.

"Jocks by the cheerleaders, nerds by the loners, the bad boys by the populars, and then there's the average person section. We sit with the normals, but close to the populars." She explained, pointing to each section.

She smiled and led me to our table. I sat down by Maya and greeted her "Hey. What's up?"

"Oh not much, just eating this mouth-watering food." She lazily told me, with a mouthful of steak.

"Sounds delicious. Where's Sam?" I asked, chuckling.

"That jerk is off eating with his 'friends'. He told me to go with him, but that seemed unnecessary, since we belong here.

"Sounds like he's in the doghouse." I smirked, thinking how he would probably be begging at her feet.

"He will not be taking me on a date later today, that's for sure." Maya stabbed her juicy steak with her shiny metal fork. She stood up and threw out her food.

"Maya, hon, get back over here!" Stacy shouted as she turned to leave.

She just kept walking, so I assumed she ignored her. She wiped he eyes and shoved open the door. I'm guessing this isn't the first time he made her cry.

People are all the same; everyone just hurts one another.

I was thinking about going after her until I felt a pair of eyes on me.

I looked up to see that attractive guy who fell yesterday staring at me. He looked away quickly, probably trying to make it look like we accidentally glanced at each other. His neck and face turned red, like tomato red.

Buddy, you can't do that and expect me to brush it off!

I smirked when he looked in my direction, and his eyes widened to the size of mini-pizzas.

He looked away again.

Stupid boy.

This isn't over.

I just smirked and continued eating my steak.