8: A CORPSE IS A CORPSE“Hey, Senior.” Melissa sat down next to Benji in the cafeteria, squeezing her tray into the smaller-than-a-tray-size space separating the girls and him.
His two groupies exchanged a look of contempt and disgust as Melissa’s body and tray forced them to slide over.
“Hey, Freshman. What’s shaking?”
“Freshman?” one of the girls spat. “Eww! Gag me with a spoon!”
The other stood with her tray. “Have fun babysitting.”
The two girls walked away from the table, and Melissa watched them dispose of their uneaten lunch and head toward the exit.
“Well, they’re pleasant.”
“Snobs,” he corrected. “The whole lot of ’em!”
Melissa giggled and punched him in the bicep. “So, tomorrow’s Friday.”
“Yep, sure is,” he replied and took a bite from his hot dog—extra mustard, no bun.
