Just a game

3-Phone number and hot teacher.

To be able to make it, you need to believe in it, and once you do, there’s a whole new round of applause waiting for you.

-SGiNE1  (it was just stuck on my mind so I put it there)

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        As I was laughing internally over the big scene Mariana just made, my eyes couldn’t help but linger to Thomas, wondering if he was a part of those boyfriends of Mariana’s that slept around with Kathy.  I really doubt it.  Since middle, he and Kathy didn’t get along, but who am I to make assumptions?  After all, I was the one cheating behind their backs, making up a new facade.

 I was the one playing them all.

        Someone tapped on my shoulder.  I turned and came face to face with Jason.

        “Well, seems like you’re stuck with us after all.”  He smirked.

        “Guess I have no choice.”  I dramatically put the back of my hand on my forehead, making Jason chuckle.

        “You’re a funny girl.”  He said.  Well isn’t it too late to figure that out?  I internally rolled my eyes.

        We begin to make our way to his table crowded with jocks.  It was strange that the popular girls don’t sit with these guys, but they had their standard of perfect-plastic-unison to keep, that if you think about it, might just be broken right now.

        “And there she is.”  Brandon exclaimed, making all the guys turn their heads towards me.  Urgh!  How I hate too much attention, but in order to play this game, attention is exactly what I need to get.

        “Hey, Tiara.  Take a seat next to me.”  Brandon pushed a young boy, probably a sophomore, off the chair next to him.

        “Um... I think I’ll pass.”  I frowned.  I might be trying to fit in, but there’s no way I’m going to stand seeing someone get bullied.  I know how that hurts, no matter who it’s done to.  “And I think you should apologize.”  I scowled, making my way over to the young boy who was now on the ground, his burger plastered on his shirt.  I heard some of the guys laugh and I scowled at them.  They quickly shut up.

        I helped the young boy up and he smiled at me.  That smile brought a warm sensation that flowed through me.  The boy was cute, and he had dimples when he smiled.  He kind of reminded me of Roger.  I felt a pinch in my heart.  Roger.  I quickly shook that thought off and turned to the boy.

        “Are you okay?”  I asked.  He nodded.

        “Brandon, don’t you have anything to say?”  A shocked Brandon stared at me.  He looked like he had never been reprimanded for his actions.  I bet he thought this was going to impress me.  Boy, was he wrong.  That just made me despise him more.

        “Um... sorry.”  He looked at me.

        “Not to me, to him.”  I gesture to the boy beside me.

        “Sorry Nicolas.”  Brandon cleared his throat and looked down as if embarrassed.  I then saw a group of people looking at me with awe in their eyes and others were just plain confused.  Well, I didn’t say I was going to make it easy for them to recognize my game.  I’m the one in control of it, no one else.

        “Well, my sweet Tiara, why don’t you take a seat next to me?”  Jason said, pulling a chair out for me.  I made my way over and the tension faded.  Everyone had gone back to their own business and was enjoying their lunch, except Brandon who was still sulking in his chair.  I rolled my eyes.  Guys could act like such babies at times.  The conversation at the table soon changed to this party Thomas was throwing on Friday night.  Thomas has always been one to throw parties. None of them I was invited to, since he didn’t even know I existed.