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have to believe what she believed for the time being, because I had way bigger things to worry about.
Like the fact that I was on my way to meet with The Elite. Again.
Once we were inside the hustle and bustle of the lunchroom, the two ushered me over to the raised table at the back of the cafeteria. I ascended the stairs and took a moment to consider what was happening. Less than a week ago, I’d been staring at this place from afar, and now I was about to experience it for myself. And I’d been invited up there. By The Elite themselves.
It was all I could do to keep from passing out as I climbed my way to the top. When I finally arrived, Gigi, Camden, and Rhodes sat in a row like a panel of American Idol judges. And I was sure that, just like on the show, I was already being judged.
“Brooklyn! So glad you could make it,” Gigi said, her hands folded on the table in front of her. I must have made a funny face at this because she added, “Why do you look surprised?”
“It’s just—I still can’t believe you know my name,” I said. It was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
Gigi looked at Camden and then laughed. “We know everyone who goes to our school,” she said. It wasn’t lost on me that she’d deemed it “their school,” even though everyone knew it was true. I also found it interesting that she was claiming to know me, though she’d had no clue who I was the day before. Guess The Elite knew everyone at school who they deemed worthy of knowing.
She patted the space across from her and smiled her thousand-watt grin. “Now come. Sit.”
Wheatley and Eliza joined the rest of their crew, leaving a spot open for me in the middle. I looked around the room for hidden cameras and saw that everyone in the caf was staring at me, appearing to be just as surprised as I was that I was up there. Turning back around, I did what Gigi suggested and sat down.
“Kara,” Gigi called out without taking her eyes off me.
One of The Elite’s underlings scurried over from the nearest table and stood down below where we were sitting. She was a junior like me and was always just on the outskirts of the popular kids. She was willing to do anything to get into the inner circle, and that seemed to extend mostly to doing their crap work and receiving nothing in return. It was hard to watch someone be so openly used like that, but in the end,she’d chosen to put herself in that position. And if she was okay being a slave to The Elite, who was I to judge?
“Yes, Gigi?” she asked hopefully.
“Brooklyn here needs a drink,” Gigi answered. Now to me, she added, “What do you want?”
No way was I uttering the words “Monkey Business” among this crowd, so I looked around for a good alternative. Both Gigi and Eliza were drinking Diet Coke, so I figured I’d join them, even though I wasn’t a fan of diet drinks.
“I can get it,” I offered, starting to stand.
“Don’t be silly,” Gigi said, motioning for me to sit. “Kara would be happy to get you something. Right, Kara?”
“Of course!” she said brightly. But when I glanced her way, there was just the tiniest hint of jealousy in her eyes.
“Um, okay,” I said unsurely. “I guess a Diet Coke would be nice. Thanks, Kara.”
“No problem,” she said, and bounded off toward the lunch line.
Once Kara was gone, the attention again turned to me. Growing increasingly uncomfortable under their stares, I began to look around at the view instead.
“Wow. Everything looks so different from up here,” I said, trying my best to make small talk.
“It’s easier for people to see us this way,” Eliza cut in, nodding.
“And for us to see them,” Camden added.
“Totally.” I nodded.
I could tell that Gigi and the others were still watching me, even though I wasn’t looking at any of them directly.
“Which is why we’re wondering why we never saw you around here before yesterday,” Gigi said slowly. I scrambled to try and find an answer
Like the fact that I was on my way to meet with The Elite. Again.
Once we were inside the hustle and bustle of the lunchroom, the two ushered me over to the raised table at the back of the cafeteria. I ascended the stairs and took a moment to consider what was happening. Less than a week ago, I’d been staring at this place from afar, and now I was about to experience it for myself. And I’d been invited up there. By The Elite themselves.
It was all I could do to keep from passing out as I climbed my way to the top. When I finally arrived, Gigi, Camden, and Rhodes sat in a row like a panel of American Idol judges. And I was sure that, just like on the show, I was already being judged.
“Brooklyn! So glad you could make it,” Gigi said, her hands folded on the table in front of her. I must have made a funny face at this because she added, “Why do you look surprised?”
“It’s just—I still can’t believe you know my name,” I said. It was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
Gigi looked at Camden and then laughed. “We know everyone who goes to our school,” she said. It wasn’t lost on me that she’d deemed it “their school,” even though everyone knew it was true. I also found it interesting that she was claiming to know me, though she’d had no clue who I was the day before. Guess The Elite knew everyone at school who they deemed worthy of knowing.
She patted the space across from her and smiled her thousand-watt grin. “Now come. Sit.”
Wheatley and Eliza joined the rest of their crew, leaving a spot open for me in the middle. I looked around the room for hidden cameras and saw that everyone in the caf was staring at me, appearing to be just as surprised as I was that I was up there. Turning back around, I did what Gigi suggested and sat down.
“Kara,” Gigi called out without taking her eyes off me.
One of The Elite’s underlings scurried over from the nearest table and stood down below where we were sitting. She was a junior like me and was always just on the outskirts of the popular kids. She was willing to do anything to get into the inner circle, and that seemed to extend mostly to doing their crap work and receiving nothing in return. It was hard to watch someone be so openly used like that, but in the end,she’d chosen to put herself in that position. And if she was okay being a slave to The Elite, who was I to judge?
“Yes, Gigi?” she asked hopefully.
“Brooklyn here needs a drink,” Gigi answered. Now to me, she added, “What do you want?”
No way was I uttering the words “Monkey Business” among this crowd, so I looked around for a good alternative. Both Gigi and Eliza were drinking Diet Coke, so I figured I’d join them, even though I wasn’t a fan of diet drinks.
“I can get it,” I offered, starting to stand.
“Don’t be silly,” Gigi said, motioning for me to sit. “Kara would be happy to get you something. Right, Kara?”
“Of course!” she said brightly. But when I glanced her way, there was just the tiniest hint of jealousy in her eyes.
“Um, okay,” I said unsurely. “I guess a Diet Coke would be nice. Thanks, Kara.”
“No problem,” she said, and bounded off toward the lunch line.
Once Kara was gone, the attention again turned to me. Growing increasingly uncomfortable under their stares, I began to look around at the view instead.
“Wow. Everything looks so different from up here,” I said, trying my best to make small talk.
“It’s easier for people to see us this way,” Eliza cut in, nodding.
“And for us to see them,” Camden added.
“Totally.” I nodded.
I could tell that Gigi and the others were still watching me, even though I wasn’t looking at any of them directly.
“Which is why we’re wondering why we never saw you around here before yesterday,” Gigi said slowly. I scrambled to try and find an answer
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