I was dissapointed when all that was left was eggplant lasagna, some vegetarian side dish, and applesauce.
I glumly retrieved back to the table empty handed because I was not going to eat any of that and enjoy it, and was surprisingly caught off guard that Mya had taken it upon herself to get me something.
As I happily ate I noticed Brian was having a rough time keeping his gruby paws to himself. I shook my head. The boy who sat next to me was an empty chute, his lean stomach a water drain.
I easily ignored Brian as I bit into the chicken strips and scarfed down the now cold fries without pause. I grab my bottle of water twist the cap open and drink enough to clear my windpipe free of half chewed morsels.
Wipping my mouth with the back of my hand I put the bottle down on the table in front of my tray. As I did so I couldnt shake the creepy sensation of someone watching me. Weird.
Still, I noticed that for whatever reason the whole group wasnt complete. I was surprised mainly because that never happened before. By the time I had walked to lunch with Mya, grabbed our food, the same people were already at the table eating and had already traded homework.
"Where's Tasha?" I ask out loud to no one in mind. There was an empty seat that was hard to miss that went between Mya and Josh where it shouldnt be.
"Finishing her project." Brian says pensively looking between our trays that were next to eachother and right down at my cup of fries.
I roll my eyes. Yea right I dont think so buddy. This hapened a lot and quite frankly I was fed up. "Dont. Even. Try it." I warn him knowingly.
Unfazed, I leave Brian to skulk and continued to eat. I had a colossal amount of homeowrk due tomorrow, what else was new, and I needed all the stamina I could come by in carbs. Feeling like I was being watched again, I look up to see Mya all smiles and jubilee. She was naturally cheerful and when her sunny dispostition of the world and the people in it didnt project onto me I gave up the anticipation that it would.
"Hey, Aislin, wanna hang out this weekend?" Mya aks me energetically describing an overnight thing with movies of nicolas cage and facial makeovers. The guys would join later to watch some movies and Josh was probably going to stay over.
i shake my head copaseticly. "No can do. Sorry guys. I have to visit someone. How about next weekend?" I tell her purposefully being evasive. I had put off seeing my grandma for a while now. Truth was, there wasnt a particular reason wahy I hadnt visited her.
I wasnt avoiding my grandmother and we always got along well since we were practically the same person considering we enjoyed much of the same things. Some new thing got in the way; most of which included homework and me and library.
I would check in a couple of times to let her know how I was doing and what my new school was like and in turn grandma would tell me about her newest client or how the herbs were doing this year. Enough was enough and I was hell bent on checking out of campus early thing saturday morning even if I had to bring my textbooks with me.
Since she lived the next town over I could go on foot and then catch a taxi without telling her ahead of time. Nevermind calling. Grandma let me come home whenever I needed to and right now what I needed was some grounding.
Mya smiles content with my offer. Instantaniously she perks up, a cheeky grin brighteing her pretty features. "Okay. I know someone who can get us junk food. Anything particular you want?"
"Definately yogurt raisins." I grin. I didnt eat much candy but when I did I could never resist those nuggets coated in sweet sweet vanilla yogurt.
"Perfect! I'll let you know the details later." Mya winks at me and turns her attention back to the person she was talking to before me.
It didnt take long to get in the natural groove of things at Starkhouse. After one catious sweep of the lunch hall I took a quick intake of the steadied pandemonium; an emptying food court with a short line of eleventh hour strudents that got in late were clutching textbooks in one arm and lunch trays with the other and were left to pick from what I called unedibles as the the lunch lady rang the last warning bell to let everyone know there would be no more food to come and get, I regarded the rectangular rustic tables with benches instead of chairs, and observed the large groups of amicable, irrirtable, crazy, blabbermouthed teenageers.
I was at starkhouse for almost a week now but i already had the ins and outs pat down.
the dining hall was spread out paisntakingly thin as appropriate to their communal harmony. First and foremost was the obvious well-to-do which consisted of the majority, dressed up to the nines in the finest that gucci, burberry, dior, and versace had to offer.
Adjacent of them on the other side next to the windows were the eccentric group; a creative, eclectic-soul mix that included Kira and her pose of singular individuals, and then farther down there was the more liberated minority comprised from dissimilar backgrounds and me since i'd considered myself free opportunity and didn't care what type of cheese they ate.
I was definately in new terrain but at least I had Mya.
I searched the cafeteria and I wondered where they went off to. I didnt peg them as prada followers despite the fact that they had the werewithal that would make them hit wonders of that group.
I considered that perhaps Wesley sat near the windows and thats why I couldnt see him but no matter how I fantasized it neither Wesley nor Mason had the dark alt-rock subgenre attitude pat down like Kira and her brood.
Bored, I scanned the lunch hall with a skeptical eye and all thoughts of Welsey evaporated.
A few tables across from me Toby sat next to the vending machine and was eating...he was eating pudding?
Huh. Toby liked pudding, apparantly. And lots of it. There were two uneaten containers right next to him. He was currently working on finishing his first one.
Pfft. No wonder the guy was lean. From what I gathered he barely ate. Geez, was he starving himself, is that how he stayed in shape?
That got me to thinking did I really eat a lot like people said?
I only had Brian and Josh to compare myself to but they didnt count since-
I gasped and choked on water when I catch a pair of distinct familiar blue eyes that were strong and full of life stare right back at me.
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