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“Ugh!” Kiran groaned, snapping her Sidekick closed and tossing it on the table.
She hooked her arm over the back of her chair and looked away from the rest of us for a moment, never once losing her arched posture. Her profile was perfectly angular, her cheekbones sharp and defined. I noticed she also had some kind of shimmer above her eyes, but it was so subtle you could only see it when the light hit her in a certain way.
“Did your technology anger you?” Gage asked.
“Never date a guy from Barcelona,” Kiran said, shaking her head slightly as she turned forward again. Every gesture this girl made was elegant and graceful. She picked up an apple wedge, holding it delicately between the tips of her fingers, and took a nibble. “They’re gorgeous, yes, but just so self-absorbed.” Her stunning brown and gold eyes fell on me and she blinked. “Where did you come from?”
There was a moment of silence and then everyone else cracked up.
“What? It was just a question,” Kiran said.
“She lives in her own little world,” Ariana explained.
“Look who’s talking,” Kiran grumbled at Ariana. She looked me over and leaned back in her chair, placing her apple wedge down on her plate. “You know, this apple is a little sour. I’d like a new one,” she said, looking directly into my eyes.
There was a moment of silence and I realized that everyone was looking at me. Expectantly.
“What?”
“She said she’d like a new apple,” Noelle said. “And while you’re up you can get me a coffee, too.”
“And one of those chocolate donuts,” Kiran said. “The ones with the sprinkles. I’m celebrating the end of swimsuit season.”
“Oooh. I’ll have one too,” Taylor added.
I looked around at them, my cheeks burning. Were they serious? They were really ordering me to go up and get them food. Dash popped a piece of bagel in his mouth and snickered as he eyed me with amusement.
“Did you get all that or do you need a pad and pen?” Noelle said.
I looked at Ariana. She took a deep breath and continued to read. I was alone here. And I had the distinct feeling that I had no choice.
“All right. I guess I’m going up there, then,” I said.
“Good decision,” Noelle said.
I rose on shaky legs.
“Aren’t you going to ask Ariana if she wants anything?” Kiran said innocently.
Die, die, die.
I paused. “Ariana? Did you want anything?” I asked, making myself sound as pleasant as possible.
“No, thank you, Reed,” Ariana said, her tone blithe. Never once did she look up from those pages.
So she was in on it. She didn’t actually ask me to sit here so she and her friends could get to know me. They just wanted some new girl they could order around. Well, fine. If that’s what it took, that’s what I would do.
I turned and walked toward the lunch line, feeling conspicuous and chagrined and humiliated as they all watched me do as they said. But more than anything, I was hoping I wouldn’t mess it up. I repeated the order over and over in my mind. Coffee, two donuts, apple.
Wait. Was Kiran’s apple red or yellow or green? I paused and glanced over my shoulder to check. Green. Okay. Somehow I knew that if I got it wrong I would never be invited back to their table. And I had to be invited back. I had to be. I’d get them breakfast every morning, I’d endure this lump of humiliation in my chest every day, if they would just invite me back.
DRECK
Later that week, I met with Ms. Naylor right before dinner. She wanted to see how my classes were going—if there was anything I felt was too “challenging” for me. All I could think about was the fact that after my one meal with the Billings Girls, I hadn’t been invited to sit with them again. She wanted challenging? Try figuring out how to get back in there. But as important as I knew my social life was, I had a feeling Naylor couldn’t care less. As she gazed at me expectantly, I wondered if Mr. Barber had told her about my
“Ugh!” Kiran groaned, snapping her Sidekick closed and tossing it on the table.
She hooked her arm over the back of her chair and looked away from the rest of us for a moment, never once losing her arched posture. Her profile was perfectly angular, her cheekbones sharp and defined. I noticed she also had some kind of shimmer above her eyes, but it was so subtle you could only see it when the light hit her in a certain way.
“Did your technology anger you?” Gage asked.
“Never date a guy from Barcelona,” Kiran said, shaking her head slightly as she turned forward again. Every gesture this girl made was elegant and graceful. She picked up an apple wedge, holding it delicately between the tips of her fingers, and took a nibble. “They’re gorgeous, yes, but just so self-absorbed.” Her stunning brown and gold eyes fell on me and she blinked. “Where did you come from?”
There was a moment of silence and then everyone else cracked up.
“What? It was just a question,” Kiran said.
“She lives in her own little world,” Ariana explained.
“Look who’s talking,” Kiran grumbled at Ariana. She looked me over and leaned back in her chair, placing her apple wedge down on her plate. “You know, this apple is a little sour. I’d like a new one,” she said, looking directly into my eyes.
There was a moment of silence and I realized that everyone was looking at me. Expectantly.
“What?”
“She said she’d like a new apple,” Noelle said. “And while you’re up you can get me a coffee, too.”
“And one of those chocolate donuts,” Kiran said. “The ones with the sprinkles. I’m celebrating the end of swimsuit season.”
“Oooh. I’ll have one too,” Taylor added.
I looked around at them, my cheeks burning. Were they serious? They were really ordering me to go up and get them food. Dash popped a piece of bagel in his mouth and snickered as he eyed me with amusement.
“Did you get all that or do you need a pad and pen?” Noelle said.
I looked at Ariana. She took a deep breath and continued to read. I was alone here. And I had the distinct feeling that I had no choice.
“All right. I guess I’m going up there, then,” I said.
“Good decision,” Noelle said.
I rose on shaky legs.
“Aren’t you going to ask Ariana if she wants anything?” Kiran said innocently.
Die, die, die.
I paused. “Ariana? Did you want anything?” I asked, making myself sound as pleasant as possible.
“No, thank you, Reed,” Ariana said, her tone blithe. Never once did she look up from those pages.
So she was in on it. She didn’t actually ask me to sit here so she and her friends could get to know me. They just wanted some new girl they could order around. Well, fine. If that’s what it took, that’s what I would do.
I turned and walked toward the lunch line, feeling conspicuous and chagrined and humiliated as they all watched me do as they said. But more than anything, I was hoping I wouldn’t mess it up. I repeated the order over and over in my mind. Coffee, two donuts, apple.
Wait. Was Kiran’s apple red or yellow or green? I paused and glanced over my shoulder to check. Green. Okay. Somehow I knew that if I got it wrong I would never be invited back to their table. And I had to be invited back. I had to be. I’d get them breakfast every morning, I’d endure this lump of humiliation in my chest every day, if they would just invite me back.
DRECK
Later that week, I met with Ms. Naylor right before dinner. She wanted to see how my classes were going—if there was anything I felt was too “challenging” for me. All I could think about was the fact that after my one meal with the Billings Girls, I hadn’t been invited to sit with them again. She wanted challenging? Try figuring out how to get back in there. But as important as I knew my social life was, I had a feeling Naylor couldn’t care less. As she gazed at me expectantly, I wondered if Mr. Barber had told her about my
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