Chapter 4 Newbie

• "I'll see you tomorrow in class." Mrs Dubowitz announced as we exited history class around nine in the morning. It took every ounce of my will power not to March down to the principal's office and demand a new schedule. One that didn't involve history at 8am every day.
• Carting my new history textbook back to my locker, I marvelled at it newness. "How was class?" Foluke asked when I reached my locker besides each other's.
• It made my heart warm up that Foluke was still willing to be my friend even after all that had transpired between I and Alain.
• "I had Mrs Dubowitz." I thought that was all the explanation I needed.
• Foluke burst out laughing."That bitchy old which! I bet you had fun?"
• "Yeah, i did."
• "You know some students actually think she's a real witch." Foluke whispered as she closed her locker with her new book inside.
• I did the same , propping my shoulders on the cold metal while crossing my arms.
• "Really?"
• A new voice that I'd never heard before chipped in the conversation. "Totally. When I was a freshman I heard her reciting a spell during lunch time when she thought she was alone in the teachers lounge."
• "You're kidding!" Foluke kept talking as if the beautiful creature in front of them she knew and conversed with often.
• "Dead. Serious. It was all in Latin ." The girls long Chestnut hair gracefully fell over her shoulders and cupped her round cheeks. She had a youthful inviting glow. "Anyways, I actually came over to say hello to you." She turned towards me.
• That was strange.
• "I'm Rosa Parks. Chief editor, Greenville's High gossip review column. You're welcome to share any interesting topic with me, plus you can also sit at lunch with me."
• Well first of all, I didn't even know the school had a gossip boot or whatever. But she wasn't surprised, so far, I'd come to discover that everything was possible in this town.
• "Wow! Thank you! I appreciate that. And it's so nice to meet you."
• "Of course!" Rosa flipped her hair over her shoulders. "I have to get to class but I'd see you later. Foluke, Orange is such a beautiful colour on you. See you around!"
• "Thanks, Rosa." Foluke politely said as Rosa floated down the hall towards her next class.
• * * * *. * * * *
• For lunch, I sat at a table with Foluke and her friends who she finally got to meet me. They pretended they hadn't witnessed the whole interlude with Alain. I got to know Meredith was a runway model, no wonder her classic clothes, And Bisola was a hipster Viber. Foluke was the soul that kept the crew alive, I didn't know much but anyone could see how devoted they where to each other.
• "So you signing for any sport in the school?" Meredith spoke breaking into my thoughts. She had wavy black hair and multiple piercings.
• "Well I'm thinking about it. Back at home I played soccer." I admitted taking the peels of my banana.
• "That's pretty cool, I don't play but my sister does. It's like a compulsory thing over here. I don't get why it's compulsory to participate in a sport if you don't want to."
• I appreciated her attitude as well as her trendy boyfriend jeans and haunted silky shirt. "That's cool ." I admitted, "did she say anything about a new student wanting to join the team?"
• "Well she did." Meredith shrugged and avoided eye contacts.
• ""Did it sound bad that.....that I might join the team?"
• Meredith gave me a funny look. "You think they're mean? Don't stress it. They're just pretty good, won state championship last year. They don't want anyone to slow them down. And note, they're not trying to get you off the team. You're pretty much allowed to do whatsoever you want as long as you're not causing trouble."
• "Seriously?"
• "Yeah."
• I digested this piece of information slowly. I had argued with mum over the idea of registering for a sport. Everything was just overwhelming, but if what Meredith said was true, then I didn't have much problems as I thought.
• When the girls started talking about their holiday and the secret hook-ups they had, I minded my business. I laughed when appropriate and spoke when spoken to. I was just thankful to have somewhere to sit.
• Thinking of Alain, the dude himself sat at the table in front of us so that we faced me. On more than one occasion, I looked up to find him staring at me in a way that no one else would notice. He laughed easily with his friends and acted like he wasn't looking at me . I really didn't like how it affected me. When I realized that he wanted to play eye games all lunch long, I couldn't help but drag my eyes up and hope that he would stop looking at me. It was like...like he liked me which was absolutely silly, we didn't even know each other at all.
• As I listened to the girls talk, I noticed that Bisola was fairly quiet but chipped in with lewd jokes every now and then that had the whole table doubling over in laughter. For the first in hours, I noticed that Foluke had a captivating and sparkling blue eyes. She spotted a cute mole on her upper lip and everything about her screamed sophistication.
• Taking into consideration my observations, I looked up and caught Alain's gaze long enough for him to wink and turn away to laugh at something his friends said. Furrowing my brows, I snapped my banana viciously in half to give myself something to look at rather than Alain's annoying face.
• Lost in thought, I didn't notice the cafeteria go dead quiet until I felt a cold gush down my head and sapped into my clothes.
• The girls gasped a look of horror on their face. Turning to face who caused such mishap, I was greeted with two dirty slaps on both cheeks and a serious tongue lashing. "You stinking, conniving attention seeker. You dare come here and think you can own this place like it's your daddies property?!"
• If I had claws I'd sink them into those beautiful eyes of hers and pull out her hair from her head. "Who are you and what have you done?" I was trying so hard to fight tears.
• Rounding our table with her minions she said, "stay as far away as you can from Alain. I warn you. Ask around, everyone knows me."
• Grabbing what was left of my lunch, I ran out of the cafeteria in shame and humiliation unable to look anyone in the face. Especially not Alain.