Chapter 311
20 Aug
Chapter 311
Arabella Rivera
“Oh come on tell me!” Gwen whined as we walked towards an empty table in the far corner.
I rolled my eyes, gripping the plastic of the lunch tray tightly as I imagined it to be Haiden Cross’s neck. If he had just continued to ignore me like the last twelve years I had known him then Gwen wouldn’t be nagging me for answers I didn’t quite have.
“It was nothing!” I hissed quietly, trying and failing to get her off my back.
I placed the tray on the table with a clattering thud that goes unnoticed by the loud babbling around us. I fix myself on the chair and picked up the plastic
fork.
A screeching chair made my ears ring until Gwen stopped it way too close to me. She sits down and places her lunch tray filled with oily fries, fried chicken and a good amount of cheese sticks. Again I was still so flabbergasted by her physic for she ate unhealthy on a regular.
I dug into my salad, scrunching my face at the taste of cheap salad dressing. Still, I ate it knowing I could do nothing about it. I wasn’t a vegetarian neither was I a vegan. I just chose to eat healthy, well sort of.
Before mother was who she was today, she was slightly on the overweight side. Which brought on critics, hate and of course she grew self–conscious.
Therefore she made it her mission to feed me all those greens and only allowed me a cheat day on special occasions. Which was rare.
“Come on cinderella, tell me. By this rate, I’d die before even knowing,” Gwen whined, picking up a cheese stick and bites off half.
Cinderella? Cinderella was broke, Arabella on the other hand isn’t.” Meredith stated as she dragged a chair from the opposite lunch table to settle it contrary to Gwen and I.
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Meredith was apparently Gwen’s friend who was also on the cheer team. Her beautiful dark glowing skin made everyone envy the ebony.
Meredith settled down on the chair, laying her lunch tray on the table then lifted a finger to remove her cocoa curly hair out of her eyes.
“You’re wrong. She was actually rich but her bitch of a stepmother took all of it.” Samantha debated while placing her tray on the opposite side of Gwen’s. She drew a vacant chair from a close–by lunch table and came to sit beside Meredith.
Meredith’s dark eyes fall onto me. “Still, Arabella is far from being limned as cinderella. Not when she’s living the best life with her rich parents.” She then lets out a dry laugh.
Sometimes I wonder why they chose this poor, downgraded school to have their pampered daughter attend with such common folks like us. It amazes me to this day.” She pops a fry into her mouth, chewing it with a look of envy.
The plastic fork I had been holding nearly bends from my fierce grip onto the plastic. You could say that Meredith and I never quite saw eye to eye. My cold eyes pierce into her dark ones with a challenging glare.
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Have you not heard of the phrase ‘don’t judge a book by its cover‘? I am far from being pampered. And common folks? When have I ever portrayed myself to be higher than anyone? Seems to me that you’re just jealous and in need of my lifestyle. Let me let you on a little secret Meredith……be careful what you wish for. ” I spat lowly not wanting to draw attention to our table.
I knew mostly everyone was confused as to why my parents chose this school out of all the rich schools in this town.
My parents lived by their reputation, seeming to always want to please the public eye by their fraud at being the perfect family.
Reputation meant a lot to them, by that I mean, they’d do anything to stay in the public with a positive image.
Therefore they enrolled me in a school that needed many fixer–uppers than a damn sewer. They needed people to deem them as people who don’t care about money. They wanted people to think we lived a normal life like them.
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In a sense i think we did, but I was more leaning on to the fact that my parents were more toxic than half the town folks, they were formal like the Podo folks as for the positive, my parents were far from normal.
“Okay guys stop with the shooting arrows. Meredith shut up if you don’t have anything nice to say about my best friend. If you don’t, then remove yourself from our table and join them.”
Gwen whirled around to point at some preppy girls who sat in the middle of the cafeteria. Her voice had gone sour which was a huge contrast to her usual sweet smooth tone.
She then whirls back around quickly, eyes wide as she gawks at me. “He’s staring!”
I crinkled my brows, squinting in thought as I pushed another forkful of salad into my mouth. “Who?”
“Haiden Cross.” She hissed lowly, eyes darting back to stare at him.
I stiffen, fork still in my mouth. I slowly pull it out, chewing as I questioned her nonchalantly. “Why do you say his entire name?” Of course this was a tactic for us to move on from the impending topic but Gwen would not allow it.
Her eyes bulge out. “You can’t say Haiden without saying Cross! It’s like totally social immoral.”
“I’m confused.” I deadpanned, putting the fork down on the tray.
She lets out a loud breath and shook her head in exaggeration. “Forget about it. You’ve been going to this school for five years and I swear you still don’t
know half of the students‘ names.” She sighed.
“No surprise there.” Meredith mutter faintly but I still managed to catch her words. Even though she irked me, I didn’t want to waste my time on a salty girl who I don’t consider much of a threat.
“Anyway. What I was saying is that, Haiden freaking Cross is staring right at you. Like, no tearing eyes away, no look of hatred like his usual, just, plain, old-” She turns to stare at Haiden and her eyes narrowed with confusion. “Observing?” She murmurs unsurely.
Giving in to the urge, I swallowed my pride and turned to stare at where Gwen was looking. Haiden instantly pinned me with his gaze that had tingles tickling my spine. Even with his friends laughing and throwing fries at him, he didn’t seem to want to tear his gaze away. And strangely neither did I.
“This is strange.” Gwen mutters.
“So strange.” Samantha agreed.
“I heard some talk going around that he confronted dear Arabella in the hallway this morning.” Meredith muttered, voice filled with mild interest.
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