The rest of the morning went by in a blur of classes, homework, and studying. By the time lunch came around, I was ready for a break.
“ANDREA!! COME SIT WITH MEEEE!!” A high pitched voice squealed at a table near by.
“Yes, mommy.” I mumbled heading over to were Cloe sat.
I set my tray down, scooted my chair in, and said a quick prayer.
“So, how was your morning?” I asked between bites of iceberg salad.
“How was mine? I should ask you that!” She giggled.
“Me? Why? I didn’t have much happen.”
“Yeah? You mean sitting next to that really cute guy, wasn’t much? You sure had guts girl!” She picked up her sandwich and took a bite.
“A: He wasn’t cute. B: My stomach wouldn’t let me sit any where else!” I jabbed my fork into the salad forcefully. “He really needs a good shin kicking.”
Cloe laughed, nearly choking on the tomato.
“Is that what you call....” She stopped in mid-sentence, her eyes looked passed me, and her mouth hung open. The whole cafeteria suddenly got quiet and everyone was starring at us.
I turned around to see what was behind me. There stood Megan.
“You had the audacity to sit next to my boyfriend after puking on me?!” She slammed her fist down onto my tray, knocking salad all over the place.
I looked up at her confused. Her boyfriend? What kid in his right mind would go out with her?
“I what? When did I sit next to your kid? I mean your mind... URRG! I mean your BOYFRIEND! Ish...” I blundered, forgetting to separate my thoughts from my words.
I heard snickering all around me.
"You're a real dummy, you know that?” She snarled.
"Dummy? Does not knowing about your relationship with some guy I sat next to qualify me as being stupid?” I replied, cleaning up my spilled salad and getting up from the table to face my accuser.
She glared at me. "Everyone in this school knows who my boyfriend is and that he's MINE! Don't even think about stealing him."
“I have no interest in stealing your boyfriend! Tell me who he is and I'll avoid him as much as possible.” I picked up my backpack and looked over at Cloe, who seemed to be frozen in place.
“I'm not feeling so good.” I slung my backpack on my shoulders and turned to Megan.
“If you can't trust your own boyfriend than why are you going out with him? If he loves you then why would he mess with anyone else?” I mumbled as I stepped around her and headed for the cafeteria doors. As I opened the door, I doubled over and gagged all over the floor.
This was not going to be a good year.
I ran to the janitors closet, grabbed a mop, turned around, and started running back.
*BAM*An arm flew out and knocked me against the wall. I looked up and saw the school’s janitor, towering above me.
“WHY ARE YOU HOLDING MY MOP!” He yelled as he grabbed the mop and gently hugged it.
“Umm, yeah... Ok?” I raised my eyebrows.
“What were you doing with my mop?” He growled at me.
“I'm sorry! I was only trying to clean-up a mess I made. I didn't know that your mop meant so much to you.” I muttered as I pressed my body closer to the wall..
“Mop-Man to the rescue! When there is trouble, who do you call? Mop-Man!” He stood at attention.
“Disguised as a janitor? This is just great. Could you clean up the mess in front of the cafeteria doors, please?” I asked, guardedly. This school was really weird.
“YES MA’AM!” He marched smartly towards the cafe, humming some army tune.
The rest of the afternoon went by uneventfully, mainly because Megan and I had different classes and partially because I avoided everyone.
The Next AfternoonI wearily climbed the stairs to my room, trying to get my brain to clear up and work. All morning I had been trying to keep out of everyone's way and now my brain was refusing to do anything I asked it to.
I turned on my computer, and logged into my school e-mail.
“1 Unread Message”“Who’s ImInsanelyHot@hotmail.com?” I asked out loud.
“Andrea,
Meet me at corner between Starbucks and the mall.
-Your Best Friend Forever, ME!”I flipped open my cell phone and called Cloe.
“This is CLOEEEE’S VOICEMAIL! Leave a message, PLEASE!” *BEEP*
“Cloe, this is Andrea. Why'd you change your e-mail address? I liked CloudCloe way better! Ok, well I'm on my way.” I hung up and grabbed a black sweater and pulled on a pair of grey sweatpeants.
I bounded down the stairs and jumped onto my bike.
What on earth did she want me to go there for?
At The CornerI parked my bike and looked around for Cloe. The only person there was a tall teenage guy, leaning against the wall.
*RING* *RING*My cell phone vibrated in my pocket and I picked it up.
“Hello?”
“ANDREA!” I heard Cloe scream through the phone.
“What?! And will you stop screaming?” I asked, holding the phone away from my ear.
“NO! I won't! You’ve got to help me! Some guy keeps following me!” I could hear her panting and running.
“Were are you? I thought we were supposed to meet at the corner?” I was really confused now.
“What corner? You never told me to come to any corner!” She gasped between breaths.
“So that note wasn't from you?” I suddenly felt a sickening sensation that something bad was happening. Was it Megan?
“What note? I haven’t... AHHHH!” I heard her scream, then the phone went dead.
“Hello? HELLO? YOU THERE? I’LL BE RIGHT THERE TO HELP YOU!” I leaped up towards my bike when suddenly something smashed into my chest and I fall back onto the cold cement.
I looked up into the pretty blue eyes of the boy who had been leaning against the wall. [YES, eyes can be pretty!]
“Can I help you?” I asked, trying to get up off the ground.
“Andrea, huh?” His eyes bored holes through me.
“Andrea?” I looked at him quizzically,
"Wow! You have good ears." He sarcastically sneered.
"Thanks. The sarcasm was noted." I rolled my eyes and sat up.
"So you happen to know her?" He asked, helping me up.
“Well at least he’s a gentle man.” I thought.
*BAM* He let me go and I landed back on the ground.
“Scratch that.”
“Hah, ummm, that would be a bit obviouse.” I stated, sitting up and rubbing the back of my head.
He scowled. "Oh. What’s her number?”
I looked at him dumbfounded. He was asking me for my number as though I were someone else... Was he joking? “Well,” I thought “two can play at this game.”
"Well, I’d give it to you, but I don’t want to get hurt. She's quite a bully, you know." I said, thinking fast.
"I'm sure. Is that why she throws up on people?" His laugh was cynical.
"I have proof! Want to see a bruise from her?" I asked, reaching pointing towards my other arm.
“Oh, and what did you do to make her hit you?” He scowled.
“Well… that's besides the point. Do you want to see it?” I asked again.
“Sure.” He said looking curiously at my arm.
I stepped closer and suddenly swung my fist up and hit him hard.
I jumped on my bike and peddled furiously down the road.
“Did you see the bruise?” I yelled back as I turned the corner.
//. Author’s Note: Isn’t Andrea gullible? Hehe. Hopefully these chapters flow well. So far, all the chapters have been written a long time apart from each other, so at times might seem like they don’t quite flow. I hope that everyone gets the plot!
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