Taga Long

Taga

It had been just as Josh said. Mr. Taylor seemed like he hated the entire world for simply exsisting. He called on me almost every single time, and when I couldn't answer, he'd tell me that being new was no excuse, I should have  come when school first started.

As soon as I heard that bell, I was up and out of my seat. On my way out, a girl with long pretty hair and clear skin caught me.

"Tabitha right?"

I nodded hesitantly. What if she remembered me?

"Yeah, I saw you with Josh earlier." She smiled sweetly.

"Um, yeah, you know him?"

She flung her hair and laughed. "Do I? He's my ex." 

I felt the blood drain from my face. So what now? She was going to hate me because I hung around her ex?

"Anyway, I just wanted to tell you not to mind Mr. Taylor. He's a jerk to everyone." She patted my shoulder as if reassuring me.

"Thanks."

She nodded. "So you're going to lunch now to, yes?" I nodded. She surprised me by linking her arm in mine. "Good. Same here. We can walk there together."

"Um." i didn't have time to object because she all but dragged me all the way there.

"Amber!" She waived across the hall. "Look, look who I found!"

I was never lost.

"Oh, hey Tab, how's it going?" She threw a few books in her locker and then hooked on to my other arm.

I wanted to run away as fast as I could. I felt crowded and just wanted to disappear into the background. All of the attention I was recieving was making me light headed.

"FIne." I croaked.

The cafeteria was huge with floor to ceiling windows and giant chandleir style lights. There was a mix of rectangular and circular tables. They pulled me over to one by the windows. It was a circular table with close to ten seats.

The two continued to talk, almost not even paying me any mind at all. Which I was fine with. I took out my brown paper bag and looked to see what my dad had packed. Yes, i was a senior in High School and my dad still packed my lunch. I had a chicken sandwhich, two bags of Lays chips and a cantine of juice.

I was quite fine with basically being ignored by the two. I bit into my sandwich, relishing the few moments I basically had to my self.

A guy with a skater cut and a polo sat down, nudging the two girls in the same process. The whined like two year olds as they made feeble attempts to get him back.

I felt my eyes roll. What was I doing at this table? Usually, I sat at a table on the opposite side of the room and watched this table longingly. Now that I was here, I just wanted to be back at my table, because it was really just...a table.

Moments later, someone's cool hands covered my eyes, blocking my line of vision.

"Guess who?"

I would know that voice anywhere. We could be in a crowd of a thousand plus and I would still be able to pinpoint it.

I removed his hands and elbowed him in the side. "You know i hate that."

Caleb smirked and pulled out the chair beside me. "Why'd you think I did it?" He snuck a few of my chips, daring me to  object. "I heard Taylor gave you a hard time?"

I shrugged. Is that what they did all day, talked about what happend in the lives of others. "It's whatever really."

"It sucks that we don't have any classes together." Caleb pulled a piece of lint from one of my curls.