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Eden is sitting beautifully on her bunk bed, biting her lip as she taps rigorously on her cell phone. She’s in a plaid mini skirt with a very tight white blouse. I love her style but I could never pull it off.
I look over at Joss who is sitting at the end of my bed leaning back a little bit watching the stress ball go up and down. We smoked a bowl after our last class, so everything is chill. At least we’re not scarfing everything down at the school cafeteria. Joss is adorable in comfy jeans and a very ugly flowery shirt. One thather parents probably made her take or bought her. But she still looks freaking cute, it would look horrible on the rest of us.
It is eleven o’clock on the dot, that should be a good lunch time. “Let’s go eat, I’m starving.” They both get up, as Joss puts on a pair of tennis shoes and Eden adorns four-inch heels. I slip into my Birkenstocks, it’s warmer today, so no socks.
Eden gets to our usual table first and snags the iPad punching and hitting the thing vigilantly. Joss and I both take turns ordering what we want.
It’s pretty empty and boring in the cafeteria at this moment. The only thing to do is watch the servers fly by to wait on the few tables that are actually here. I tried to tip last week because I ordered two meals and felt really bad, but the gracious server refused it and pointed to a sign, ‘No tipping allowed.’ I seriously doubt a bunch of these rich assholes were tipping. It seems like all they do is want to save their money to make more money.
Our food is being delivered as the gays eventually come and sit down with us. Pierce squeals in delight when he notices that Eden has ordered for them. Pizza and fire breathing hot wings, is what these two eat almost every single freaking day.
“Oh my God, thank you so much, beautiful,” Pierce speaks to her through a mouth full of food. Eden smiles and nods at him.
We spend the next several minutes in silence as we continue to shovel food in our mouths. I opted for the salad with everything on it and a side of French fries, plus three extra sides of ranch dressing. In the last week I gained five pounds. Even if I gained fifty, I’m not gonna stop eating.
“Party this weekend. Our first senior party,” Chance states.
“I’ve never been to a college party. Went to my high school ones, but you don’t really find parties at community and State colleges,” I say around taking bites of food and then finishing it off with a few sips of water.
“What?” Pierce looks accosted as he leans back in his chair, putting his hand over his heart.
“Shut up,” Eden says to me waiting for me to start laughing, that I was in on the joke, but I’m not.
“You are definitely going,” Chance states, pointing at me with a French fry he stole from my plate, as Joss and the others nod their heads.
“Okay.” I shrug, not too thrilled about it. Honestly, with the determination in their eyes, I don’t see how I can get out of it. “It’s probably not that different from the high school parties in Queens that I used to go to. You guys are richer, so maybe the food and alcohol is better.” I glance over to the football section. “The people are gonna suck though.” They all burst out in laughter, causing the tables filling up by us to stare.
As soon as the busboys clean off our table, Eden and Joss start explaining who everyone is.
“Stay away from him,” Joss says on a shiver. “He’s the governor’s kid, he’s a freaking slimeball.”
Eden lightly giggles. “I don’t think we need to warn you to stay away from the others around the slimeball.” I laugh, she’s got a point. Shit tends to flock to and stay with other shit.
I leaned back in my chair. I still can’t believe the guy’s car I damaged earlier won’t take the five hundred, I guess he’d rather be fucking mad, instead. There is no way in hell a tiny little scratch on it, what I learned now was an Aston Martin, could be more than five hundred, right? I haven’t seen the same car all week, maybe it’s in the shop for a freaking scratch.
Eden elbows me in the side. “Look over there.” I look at a crowd full of people. A lot of them have gathered around a smaller girl who looks a little timid. “That girl is Katie, she’s a freshman but guess who her mom is?” I shrug because I have no freaking clue, she doesn’t even look like anybody familiar.
“Shayna.” My mouth drops. I’ve been listening to her mother’s music for years. Her words and lyrics have helped me keep my sanity.
“Wow!” I just stare in shock. I really just want to go over there and pummel her with at least a thousand questions, maybe get some pictures, or a blood sample. I am fan-girling big time.
“Of course, you know who Cal is and the people that hang around him.” I nod, I do. I’ve been trying to avoid them like the plague. “The name Santorin is huge in the Mafia circuit.” Eden starts to chuckle, followed by Pierce, Joss and Chance. “The president’s son was educated in the Mafia school and now we are.” It’s impossible not to laugh.
“My father used to always say that the government and the bureaucrats were always in the Mafia’s pocket. The bosses are running this fucking country.” I nod my head as a few other people agree with me.
I know not to mess with them. I don’t want one of their associates to come and kill me in my sleep because I said the wrong thing or looked the wrong way at them. Shit, maybe they’ll off me because I accidentally scratched ‘baby boss’s’ car.
At that time, Cal Santorin is followed by a shit ton of the football crew coming in with the bitch crew right behind them. Sparrow, the queen leading the way.
I duck my head down, because their eyes are bright and looking everywhere. I’ve been safe for a week, but Cal promised revenge, even though I tried to make it right. They stand in line to get their food, instead of ordering at the tables like their other over-privileged peers.
I eat in normal, undisturbed silence for the next few minutes, occasionally glancing up to see if they’ve made their way over to their tables.
“Fuck,” Chance spits out as he notices all of them walking toward us.
Great, I’ve come in late, or too early this past week. Through no fault of my own. I’m trying to catch up with school and learn where everything is. I’ve been lucky, though, because I narrowly avoided them and other people that I don’t plan on meeting. It’s stressful here, there’s so many big names. It makes you feel small. Like a little goldfish in an ocean of sharks.
I keep my head down, concentrating solely on my food, that’s what the rest of them do with me at the table. It doesn’t take long until we are thoroughly interrupted.
