“What the hell is he doing here?” I thought frantically “And why in Gods name is he with Stephen?” My mind was digging through it’s internal files searching for the answers to these questions like someone would search for a really important piece of information that would kill them if they didn’t discover its hiding place. “Stephen lives in our neighborhood, and Dario knows him, I already knew that, but why is he in this lunch? He’s got fifth lunch. Not sixth. What is he doing here?!” My eyes were wide as he passed the line, and I jumped behind Starlet who’d just gotten her food.
“What’re doing?” She demanded, her light blue eyes, furrowed in a ‘what the hell?’ kind of expression and I made sure she was right in front of me, out of the Colombian god’s point of view.
“He’s here.” I said in a low voice, and her expression didn’t change. She just stared at me with confusion, and I tried to make her see with my facial expressions, but she still didn’t get it. “You know…” Of course, her face got an angry confused look on it, and I lowered my voice “Dario…” Her eyes grew wide and she looked behind her.
“What? Where? Which one is he?” I forgot that she’d never seen him before, but I wasn’t about to point him out in the middle of the lunchroom.
“Don’t look!” I hissed, ducking down a bit and she glared at me before turning around.
“Hey, Dar-” With an appalled expression I jumped on her and covered her mouth from behind. Typical Starlet, loud and forward and to the point. Perhaps too much so.
“What the hell are you doing?” I cried to her as Ash looked at us.
“Well which one is he?” She demanded and I looked over in his direction, then at Ash. I didn’t really want Ash to know who he was. Not that he’d done anything except for not replying to the email, which honestly was ok since I told him he didn’t have to, but she’d still fly off the handle if I pointed him out. She’d walk up to him scream “Why did you do that to my little sister, you fucking ass hole!” And make a big scene of it all. She was a drama queen, no matter how much she wanted to deny it.
“Who’re you guys talking about?” Ash asked us, handing me my bread sticks and I shook my head.
“No one,” I said to her, then looked at Starlet “I’ll show you later.” I stated, and She obviously got why I didn’t want to tell her at this moment, because she just said ‘ok’ and the three of us walked out of the cafeteria. We spent the rest of the lunch period talking about random things, Fillip and Starlet turning them dirty every few minutes, and me and Erin screaming “Fail!” Every time Ash threw her empty bottle at the trash can and missing completely. Kaylin just sat there, looking at us strangely as she didn’t get anything that we were saying, at least in the vulgar department. She was fourteen, about a year and a half younger than myself, but she was the closest thing to innocent as one could get. The red picnic table was filled with laughter and shoves and I soon forgot about Dario. About ten minutes after I finished eating I looked at Starlet “Hey, you want to go inside? I gotta go to the bathroom and want to annoy that red-headed boyfriend of mine,” I smirked, hoping she’d receive the hidden message that actually said: Come with me inside so I can point out Dario for you and get re-assured with Michel. She wrapped her jacket around her waist, standing up, and we walked into the lunch room again. I looked around, scanning the room for Dario. I didn’t see him. “Thank god,” I thought internally. “I don’t see him.” I said to her and she gave me that impatient/angry look of hers.
“So you dragged me in here to look for someone who’s not even here?” She demanded, and I shrugged.
“Sorry, dude. He must have gone back to his class. Might have forgotten something like his bag or whatever.” “But that can’t be it…” I suddenly thought, “He had his bag when I saw him earlier though… Stop thinking about it! It’s none of my business.” I growled to myself before walking up to Michel’s table and leaving Starlet to hit the girls room by herself. He didn’t see me, so I smiled and came up behind him, covering his eyes and placing my face against the left side of his head with a smile.
“Uh oh,” Michel smiled, placing his hands over mine and pulling them down around him, turning his face as I kissed the cheek area between his lips and eyes.
“Hey, babe,” He said, wrapping his long arms around my waist and pulling me into a tight hug. I kissed the top of his hair, then sat in the free seat beside him, knocking my knee with his and he turned to look at me, swinging his hand down on the knee with a smile then turning back to continue talking to his friend. I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder every few minutes or so, meriting a kiss just above my bangs, or running my fingers through his fiery red hair, making his voice sleepy and making him put his head down on my arms to fall asleep. A few minutes before the bell rang Michel and I headed outside to grab my stuff, and when it did, we smiled at one another, lacing our fingers together and heading off to our seventh period Chemistry class. Lucky me was in a Junior class along with about four other sophomores, so Michel and I had the same class.
The two of us un-gracefully made our way to the hallway that held our class, the only one in the school that hardly had any students in it, ever, and I dropped my stuff as we waited for our best friends, who just so happened to be dating as well. Smiling I spun him and pushed him against the wall, staring at his neck before kissing it then burying my face in his chest. We both giggled lightly as he wrapped his arms around me tightly and walked forward, making “raahhh” sound affects.
“What was that?” I asked him, furrowing my brow and laughing. “A Michel noise?”
“Mhm,” He responded growling and nuzzling my neck as I laughed again. He looked up, letting on arm drift from my body and turning sideways to look towards the commons area. “Where’s that fag, Justin?” He asked me, and I rolled my eyes. Justin and Michel were best friends, and therefore called each other horrible, horrible names. I shrugged and went on my toes, looking for Justin’s girlfriend.
“I dunno,” I replied, then spotted a skinny blonde walking our way with a huge black jacket on. “But I see his girlfriend.” I smiled, looking at Edie. She smiled back broadly, making a little heart sign with her hands and I pulled away from Michel as she came upon us so I could wrap her in a hug. “Honey Bunches!” I cried.
“Wifey!” She replied, hugging me and laughing before dropping her bag against the wall. Edie stood at five feet one inch, an inch and a half taller than myself, but she was about half of me. She was slender and had a beautiful body. It wasn’t as shapely as mine, but this girl was so skinny and pretty that she could be a model. She had the perfect stomach for it. Sure I was a bit jealous, but hey, I still looked damn good in a bathing suit, so I was alright. Her hair was drastically wavy with bright blonde on top and black on the bottoms. Dark brown roots were threatening her hair, screaming ‘re-dye me!’ but it actually looked good. Her skin was very fair, and her facial structure sharp. Her eyes were a startling silver blue color, and stood out today as she wore silver and blue eye shadow, a soft blue shirt, and her silver skinny jeans with black and pink converse. She wasn’t the most ‘matchy’ person on earth, but she sure knew how to make a statement. In the good kind of way.
“Where’s your boy toy?” I asked her and she shrugged.
“I dunno, I just meet up with him here.” Not a minute after she said that though, a tall, skinny kid approached, draping his arms around her shoulders and his hands across her eyes, pulling her into his chest. With a gasp she smiled.
“Ah! I smell an art boy!” She said and turned around his arms just as the long haired brunette leaned down to kiss her on the lips. They were like, absolutely perfect for each other. You know how it was like the Quarter back and the Head Cheerleader? Well these were the more messed up looking pair, the pair that wasn’t afraid to get their hands dirty, and the pair that the cheer and football squad purposely avoided out of fear. Once again the two of them had traded jackets, so here was this seventeen-year-old Junior boy wearing a sixteen-year-old sophomore girls Pete Wentz jacket. It was a funny site, considering he was wearing black and neon green boy trip pants with a big purple bat stretched out over this tight jacket. His skin was more on the grayish tan side, although still drastically lighter than my own, and the long brown hair covered one of the pair of big brown eyes. For some reason or another his eyes reminded me of a puppy. I had no idea why. They just did.
Justin whispered something inaudible to Edie and she bit her lip before kissing him again and turning so she was leaning against his chest. “I’m having a party at my house tonight, you guys coming?” Justin asked us as he ran his hands through Adri’s hair, and I looked up at Michel.
“I’m there,” Michel replied and I shrugged as I thought about it.
“I might be, you know my parents, they might go crazy if I’m not there to help them with the kids.” I stated and Edie nodded. “Do you think you could give me a ride if I can go? We can just say I’m staying at your house. Do you think your mom would go along with it?” I asked her, and she shrugged.
“I’d have to ask her, but I’ll call you when she gets home.” She said, then looked up at Justin. “I’d better go before Monsieur Karanja marks me as tardy and calls my mom again.” She kissed him on the lips, threw me and Michel a hug before grabbing her stuff and marching off to her class across the building. With that, we all headed to Seventh Chemistry, and made it in there just as the bell rang.
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