Who's boss?
485 Words
The day drags by slower than ever. Finally lunchtime arrives.
"Hello dearie" I turn to my right and come face to face with Ray.
"Hey!" I say unenthusiastically.
"What's up? You look like something a cat dragged outta the basement. What's up?" He asks, coming over to my table.
"Lunch," I say pointing to my burger and coke.
"You shouldn't have come over, this is the'dork' area", I say gesturing wildly. I'm the only occupant of the table, apart from the guy with glasses on who's sitting at the table across from me.
" Oh! And I'm normal. Dude, haven't you noticed something? "
"Apart from the fact that you're wearing tons of makeup and heels? Or apart from the fact that you're wearing pink all over, apart from your heels and makeup?" I ask scruncing up my nose and pointing to his outfit. He's dressed in soft pink skinny jeans and a pink dress with frills. If he wasn't gay, he would have possibly become the most handsome boy in St Ralph's High. At 5ft 9, He's got this well defined jaw line, pink lips and adorable green eyes.
"Says the girl wearing yellow Crocs." He says, looking at me pointedly.
"Well, in case you haven't noticed, people are ignoring me too, maybe because I'm too hot to handle" he says while fanning himself.
"Yes you are," I say with a bark of laughter and everyone across the room turns Inoue direction. Soon, shouts of "weirdo" resumes.
"Don't they get tired?" I ask, bowing my head. Just then, I feel a warm stick substance on my hair which slowly runs over my face. Chocolate milkshake.
"Oooh! Sorry! I didn't see you there" a snarky voice says.
Ugh! It's the girlfriend. I look up at her, and with all the anger I could muster, I stand up to face her.
"What did you do that for?" I ask her, clenching my fist. Though I've never fought my whole life, I feel the need to batch this b***h's head in.
"Ooooh! She's angry", she says, turning to face the three girls flanking her on either side.
" Since you wanted attention, I gave you some. What? You wanna cry? You wanna cry and run to daddy?"
My fist comes up to meet with her face, but a strong hand shields it at the last moment. Strong manicured hands.
"Let's go miss, she's not worth it, Ray says, while leading me out of the cafeteria with our lunch forgotten.
"Yes run with your tail between your legs b***h", She says, while the crowd settles down.
Ray leads me to the corner and rubs my tense shoulders and utters soothing words which calms me down a little.
" I need to show that fake passed b***h who's boss", I say with determination.
"Now you're talking. Show her who's boss" Ray says, pumping his fist.
"I need your help."
- Writer
