Not Until Lunch

After a rather eventful morning, you were rather glad things slowed down for the most part. Though your lack of a bag was rather inconveniencing for the most part, having to ask someone if you could borrow a pencil, pen, or piece of paper every time you went to a different class was more annoying than anything else. Especially during biology, you tried asking Alena if you could borrow one, like you've done in the past, but she just ignored you this time around. Outside of Alena, whom you only knew due to her striking appearance and personality, you didn't really know any of the other students that well. So, you just asked the teacher if you could borrow a writing utensil and paper, which you should've probably done from the start. It's not like she could deny you since you did it to participate in her class, and not only that, she was kind enough to let you keep the pen she gave you for the rest of the day. Aside from that, despite there being ten new students attending this school, you didn't have too many attending any of the same classes as you. In fact, looking at the roster sheet that Crystal had handed you, Miyamoto was in the same chemistry class as you, something you weren't excited about since something in your gut was telling you to avoid any interaction with them at all costs. Though you suppose it was better than sharing a class with Lillian, besides chemistry, you shared gym class with Miyamoto, Yolotli, Amidah, and Regina. Miyamoto was creepy but not too wild, so you could only hope the other three were on the calmer side since you don't think you could handle a gym class with anyone that was like Han. You were already kind of dreading gym due to your lack of shoes.

As your day went on, you found out that Chris had gone home early; apparently, the injury she took in gym really rattled her brain. That wasn't doing any favours for Han being on your good side. There was also an odd lack of Joyce in your day. No being pulled into empty classrooms or broom closets in order for her to share the latest information that she dug up; no waking up at three in the morning to a phone call from her giving a report of the overall premises. None of that, so without Chris and Joyce in your day, that'll leave you with only Amy, Alexandra, and a handful of your male friends as part of your typical entourage. Guess you should expect a slightly more quiet lunch this time around, or possibly not since Amy is still around.

As the bell rang for the lunch period, you and the rest of the mindless, hungry students made your way down the hall to the cafeteria. You couldn't wait to see Lex again; you didn't share any classes with her during the morning, so lunch period was the time when you got to see her first during the school day. She always found a way to make you smile, which you needed today given how tiresome it has been. Your back was still aching from being thrown despite how much time had passed, your feet were hurting slightly due to having nothing but your socks protecting them, and your finger was throbbing like hell after Lillian nearly took a chunk out of it. Having to still take classes after all that was just another pain in your ass. Your entire senior year was really just tedious; there wasn't a single class that you were into; it was mind-numbingly dull, along with somehow also being hectic for all the wrong reasons.

Pushing your way through the crowd of people, you eventually made it to the cafeteria, which was mostly barren at the moment that you entered it but would soon fill up given the crowd that was behind. Heading over to where you typically sat, it seemed that your friends hadn't arrived yet. No matter, all you had to do was wait for them; you'd just take out the lunch your mom packed for... Or no, you couldn't since your lunch was inside your bag. You clenched your hand tightly into a fist. You hadn't thought of it until now, but some bastard had a hold of the lunch that your dearest mother put the effort into packing this morning. You were going to strangle the life out of them if you ever caught them for this transgression. Oh well, now wasn't the time to worry about that; for now, you'd just buy lunch. You walked over to the serving area while pulling out your wallet. The school lunch here was around four dollars, or no, six dollars, either one of those amounts, which was fine since you had plenty of money in your wallet. Or perhaps not, since upon opening your wallet, you only found ten dollars inside it. Enough for lunch, but you practically broke, which really made you wonder where all your money went.

You mused over this as you filled your tray up with food and made your toward the register. It was probably from that time you and Gabriel went to the mall a couple of weeks back. He had a rather weird tendency of making you go and try out new clothes that your rarely bothered to wear, making you pay for them as well. You also stopped by a place that sold anime figurines, though there weren't any that you were too interested in, no high quality figures of Nice Holystone; though you did get Gojo figurine for your sister since she was a fan of him. Gabriel also got one for himself, but thank god that broke ass motherfucker didn't ask you pay his. Though, you guess your weren't one to talk since you didn't have money either. You let out an obnoxiously loud sigh as you handed over four dollars to the lunch lady working at the register; perhaps it was time that you got yourself a job instead of surviving off of extra change that your mom gave you or holidays money...NAH. You closed your eyes and lifted your head up before letting out a loud laugh to yourself. Picking up your tray of food, you opened your eyes and were met with the lunch lady and a student who was lined up behind you giving you bewildered stares.

"The hell are you guys staring at?" You asked in genuine offense toward their rude staring. Deciding to ignore it, you turned around and headed toward your table. At this point, the once-empty lunch had now filled up with other students. There weren't enough seats to accommodate everyone in the school, which is why there were two lunch areas in your school, an indoor one and an outdoor one. You found the in-door area to be more comfortable to eat in, but some people preferred to be outside, like Mónica or Alice. You took a quick scan of the room; you couldn't spot anyone that stood out to you—nobody that you didn't recognize already. So, either the new students hadn't arrived yet or they were outside. Fine by you; you were still on your break anyways.

As you approached your table, you could see that two of your friends had arrived, sadly neither of them being Lex. Amy, of course, was sitting in the set to your right, and then across from you, clad in his denim jeans, ripped denim jacket, denim shirt with left breast pocket, denim-patterned shoes, and large square-framed glasses, which, thank God, were not made of denim, was Gabriel, who had his dreads styled into cornrows today. "There's our special little boy!" he exclaimed, standing and leaning over the table to smack you on the shoulder once you got close enough to it. "I was starting to think you might've skipped lunch to do on your tressure hunt."

You placed your tray at the edge of the table. "Okay, first of all, 'little boy'? You're five-six; sit your ass down." You placed a hand on his shoulder and playfully shoved him back into his seat. "Second, I'm not wasting time on that right now. I just want to eat; too bad I'm **** to eat the school lunch today of all days." You vented while stabbing into the pasta the school served. The penne didn't look very appetizing, especially with the tomato sauce they used; it was probably still cold as well. "So, is there anything you guys want to talk about?" You asked, looking up from your tray.

"I want to hear more about the hot French guy!" Gabriel leaned in close to you with a massive smirk on his face. More about Zacharie, huh? You only talked with him for a few minutes, so there wasn't much to say besides that he was incredibly charming. Not that you'd admit that publicly.

"What else do you want me to say? He's French, smells like cigarettes, looks like he survived a wood chipper incident, and overall seems like a cool dude." " You began to summarize.

Gabriel shook his head. "No, no. With the way you were talking to me about him, there's something more about him." He began rubbing the hair on his chin with his index finger and thumb as he grilled you for details. "I want all the details!" Gabriel coyly winked at you.

"Yeah, Sam, go into detail about your scar fetish and gay thoughts!" Amy teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulder to bring you in closer to her, your shoulder pressing up against her breasts.

A slight blush came over your face, which you quickly shook off as you removed Amy's arm from your shoulder. "I don't have a scar fetish." You clarified, there wasn't a need for your friend to slander you with a false accusation like that. "Also, gay thoughts?" You played dumb to what she was talking about, which got an eye roll out of Gabriel.

"I see the way you and Gabriel act whenever we hang out." Amy accused you, pointing at you and then moving her finger over to Gabriel.

Offense flashed over both your faces over the wild accusation. "Oh, so it's apparently gay to hold hands with your friend in public?" Gabriel jokingly defended himself.

"Yeah!" You shouted, backing up Gabriel's statement in the laziest of ways.

"To kiss him goodnight at the sleepover?" He inquired with a pretend offense.

"Yeah!" You repeated before taking over. "Oh, is cuddling with him on the couch now a gay thing to do?" You asked.

"Yeah!" Gabriel shouted, mimicking what you had been doing moments prior.

"Saying your vows to one another on our weeding day?!" You aggressively shouted.

"Yeah!" Gabriel screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice hoarse from attempting to outdo your previous shouts. His voice echoed across the cafeteria, causing some students to look over your end of the table in either curiosity or annoyance.

Amy's body quivered as she pursed her lips together in an attempt to contain a laugh. After a few seconds, she managed to barely compose herself. "Gabriel, you are gay!"

Gabriel shook his head. "That's an understatement." he rectified, wagging his finger up and down at Amy disapprovingly at her statement.

"We know you've gotten in fucking trouble for it. Bragging to everyone that you fucked Sarah's twin brother has put you permanently on her shitlist." You rested your head against the knuckles of your right hand as you reminisced about the past incident.

Sarah McConaughey is probably the closest thing Crystal could call a friend. The two were both on the student council, with Sarah doing everything she could to live up to being what would be considered a proper student. She was stuck up for the most part but mostly kept to herself and was quiet about her grievances with others. Her two brothers were more social; her twin brother was an incredibly outgoing jock who was on the school's wrestling team. Her younger brother, on the other hand, was far more reserved but enjoyed the company of others. Additionally, he was a bit of a genius; the wannabe detective was a local celebrity for the cases he cracked, though he mostly solved missing pet incidents and unfaithful spouses. Being stuck between two really popular siblings, especially one who was her twin, may be the reason why she's so stuck up. Kieran, her twin, is also considered rather good-looking, which is something she greatly displeased with upon hearing that in the past. So, when Gabriel one night fucked Kieran after one of his matches and then bragged about it to basically the entire school, your dear stupid friend ended up being the first person that Sarah openly talked badly about. In fact, even a couple of months later, she still glares daggers at whenever the two are in the same room.

"But bro, he had such a fat-ass!" He attempted to justify himself, to which you could shake your head at.

Biting back a chuckle, you continued to chide Gabriel for his stupidity. "Everyone knows that, you don't need to recount your own experience-"

"I had that motherfucker bouncing up and down my dick, moaning like a-" Gabriel interrupted you to go into a detailed explanation that you did not want to hear. Though thankfully he'd be interrupted by by Amy bursting out into an obnoxious laughter, nearly chocking on the sandwich that she had been biting into.

"Ayo!!!!" You shouted in horror upon hearing those words come out of his mouth. Upon seeing both yours and Amy's reaction, Gabriel gave a few rapid snorts of laughter, leaning his head down as he rested his hands on the bridge of his nose. It was clear to you that he mostly said that just to see what your reactions would be. Nonetheless, you were still left quiet shocked by it. You glanced over to Amy who was currently in coughing fit from nearly chocking to ****, the fun lover barely getting a chance to properly catch a breath between fits of coughing and laughing.

You gave Amy a pat on the back as she made her quick recovery. Soon enough, Amy recovered enough to be able to speak. "Are you fucking stupid?! She's staring at you right now!" Amy thrust a finger in Gabriel's direction, pointing just over his shoulder.

Gabriel's face puckered up in fright upon hearing that. Your friend slowly turned around to look across the cafeteria; from three tables across was Sarah, who was currently ****-staring Gabriel as she usually did. After a second or two, Gabriel turned back to you and Amy. "Nothing to worry about; she always does that. No one over there heard what I said."

"We heard you!" A girl shouted from across the room, causing Gabriel to wince, his face puckering up even further. He slowly turned back around. Once again, his eye met Sarah's, whose staring seemed to have intensified even further. At this point, he realized he had fucked up badly and could engage in a brief staring contest with Sarah as he figured out what his next move should be. That being to make a joke out of the situation.

Gabriel's hand shot up and began to sway side to side as he put an innocent smile on his face. "Hiya! Hey! Hi~!" He greeted her and waved frantically while putting on a cute voice. Something that Sarah was not very amused by as her silent **** stare continued. You nearly slammed your head into your tray to hide the fit of laughter you broke into. Amy was leaning backward and nearly falling out of her chair.

You quickly reached over the table and smacked Gabriel's arm back down before lightly smacking him in the back of the head. "Get your arm down, you fucking idiot!" You ordered in a fit of chuckles. He was asking for a public execution at this point; he doesn't know what the limits are. Gabriel will always push people to the brink before getting smacked. Gab turned back to you and gave you a shrug, a toothy grin on his face. And here you were, with Amy, just watching it happen. I guess we were on the clown patrol today.

"You're asking to be hit, aren't you?" Amy asked as she pulled herself back up. You wouldn't mind seeing Gabriel get smacked; as long as you weren't getting hurt today again, then you'd be fine with it. The three of you spent a moment laughing to yourselves like idiots.

In between Gabriel's professional clownery and your dumb laughter, you took note of something. Besides Chris, you were still missing members of your friend group. "Where are Jeremy and Lex?" You asked, glancing at the cafeteria doors to see if they were coming. You were really hoping to see Lex; she truly was amazing.

"Jeremy is busy getting chewed out by his teachers." Gabriel replied, resting his cheek against his right hand, the skull ring on it getting pushed up slightly from the skin pressing up against it. You didn't even bother asking why. Jeremy was a decent student, but he had a horrendous habit of talking back against his teachers. Now the real question was, where was the extraordinary Alexandra?

Amy quickly raised her hand in the air, as if she were trying to get a teacher to pick her to answer a question. "Lex is also getting chewed out, if you know what I mean!" She wisecracked, though her joke didn't get the intended reaction out of the two of you as you both just sat there staring blankly at her. "...She's not actually having sex; she's just getting yelled at by the cheerleader for a joke she made." Amy clarified as she put her arm back down.

Not wasting any time, you immediately shot up to your feet. "I'll save her!" You gallantly declared.

Amy quirked an eyebrow up. "You don't even know where she is." She bluntly stated, a smirk on her face, which grew more and more as she watched the confidence fade from your face. She did have a point, but you'll just have to ask where.

"You're not saving anyone, quit simping." Gabriel dryly remarked.

You furrowed your eyebrows at your friend. "I-I could totally save someone," you muttered to yourself, just barely loud enough for the duo to hear. "Besides, if you think I'm just going to leave Lex to..." You began to chide your friends but soon became distracted as you saw Dana stand up from where she was sitting and suddenly dart to the other side of the cafeteria. "...to..." You tried to continue, but lost the words to speak as your eyes trailed Dana as she speed-walked over to someone leaving the register area of the cafeteria. That someone being Zoe. This can only turn out so well.

It was rather rare to see the weirdo in the cafeteria area; she typically avoided areas with large crowds and brought her own lunch to school. You could only wonder why she chose to buy lunch today; perhaps she was going through similar problems that you were currently facing. Well, whatever the case, she was about to face off against Dana any moment now.

"Look what we have here!" Dana called out, a sadistic joy in her voice as she snatched Zoe's wrist to pull her in closely, almost causing some of the food on her tray to spill off of it. "A little rabbit just poked her head out of her little hole."

A very frightened Zoe coward slightly as she looked up at the bully towering over her. With her boots on, Dana stood at around hundred eighty-three centimeters tall, which made Zoe's already small hundred fifty-three centimeters look even more pathetic; being the shortest in the grade already made Zoe a target, and how pathetic she acted didn't make any less of one.

"Um, Dana could we not do this today? My day's been pretty rough al-" Zoey murmured, barely making her voice loud enough to be heard, but was interrupted by the bully snatching the carton of milk from her tray and opening it; whether Dana actually heard Zoe or simply ignored her didn't really matter; either would simply result in her continued bullying of the weirdo. "...That's milk..." Zoe stated without a single sign of confidence in her voice.

"Oh, is it now? My bad, here have it back." Dana coyly teased before pouring the contents of the carton onto the shorter girl, the top section and sleeves of her dark hoodie becoming an even darker shade of black as they absorbed the milk that rained down upon them. Zoe let out a dissatisfied moan upon her messy hair becoming matted down, her bang now covering her eyes to the point where she needed to move them out of her face.

Not stopping there, Dana proceeded to swat the tray out of Zoe's hand, causing its contents to fall to the floor, some even getting onto the weirdo's clothes, further dirtying her hoodie and jeans. "Aw, look at that; you're all a mess. I guess you're going to have to take your clothes off; you can't go walking around like a dirty animal, right?" Dana suggested with a sadistic smile on her face. Though really, her suggestion was more of a threat, as it only made Zoe cower more as she scanned the room, looking at all the eyes focused on her, a large blush creeping onto her face upon making contact with your eyes.

Was Dana seriously going to strip Zoe naked in front of the entire cafeteria? Well, in all honesty, you wouldn't mind seeing that... You took your eyes off the scene unfolding before you and turned your attention to two pairs of eyes staring directly at you. Amy and Gabriel had both leaned in toward you, both raising an eyebrow, giving you a look of anticipation and wondering if you'd take action. You don't know why they'd expect you to do anything; this had nothing to do with—oh, right, your earlier conversation.

You puffed out your chest before grabbing the waistband of your pants and pulling them over your stomach. "They call me the peacekeeper around these parts." You deepened your voice, mimicking how a hero in a movie from the 1940s would sound. You then proceeded to march over to where Dana was bothering Zoe, though halfway through you dropped the act you had put on, mostly because it was uncomfortable to walk around with a puffed-out chest but also because you thought the bit went on for too long. You were now standing just a few feet from your target, and at this point, it had just occurred to you that you were trying to intervene in Dana's bullying. In comparison to the cheerleader you were planning on saving Lex from, Dana made them look pathetic. Hell, she made you look pathetic. Watching as Dana grabbed Zoe by her hoodie to start lifting it up from her, allowing for her stomach to poke out, made you realize that you could get yourself into a heap of trouble. You were starting to have second thoughts at the moment, but seeing as you were already here, you might as well try.

You took a deep breath to steady your nerves before breathing out. Alright, you've got this. You took a step forward before immediately being sent to the ground by someone bumping into you from behind. You quickly caught yourself, placing a hand onto the floor to stop yourself from crashing face first into the tile floor, your right wrist hurting from supporting all of your weight on it. "Outta the way, twink."

You quickly pulled yourself up and turned your body to toward the person who had so rudely rammed into you. "I am not a twink!" You called out to them but they simply ignored you and kept walking toward the other side of the room. That person being... You had no idea who this was, you didn't recognize their figure in the slightest. Was this one of the new students?

The unknown person kept walking until eventually they reached the table on the other side of the room, standing beside the tables end, where Dana sat. Without any warning, the person jumped on top the table, starling the people around them as they stood tall, towering over everyone that was sitting down at their chairs. Right beside their feet, at the the very tips of their toes was the tray of food that belonged to Dana.

This new student was a woman with dark skin and black hair that was fashioned into an angled bob with shaved sides. She was already a massive woman, having to be at least a hundred ninety-six centimeters tall, and standing on top of the cafeteria table was making her look like an absolute giant. Her outfit had a punkish vibe to it. She wore a long grey button-up jacket that reached down to her calves and was kept open. On the sleeve of the jacket were zippers that went down from the cuff to the elbow, which she kept halfway open on both sleeves. All across the grey jacket were Maya glyphs, which were scattered all around the article of clothing without rhyme or reason. Underneath the jacket was a black shirt that was crudely torn at the bottom, allowing her midriff to be partially exposed. She wore a pair of shorts that reached down just above her knees and hugged her body tightly. Her shorts were separated into two colours, the left side being red and the right being black. Printed on the back of her shorts was a smiley face with Xs replacing the eyes. The face only filled up the red section of her shorts, with the black half getting a single pocket. In only half of the short's belt loops was a black leather belt, which hung off her body for the section that wasn't worn properly. On her left thigh was a belt holster that was currently empty. Adorned on her feet were a pair of black combat boots with blue laces and a dark blue Ys engraved into their sides. Her left hand had obsidian rings that rested on each of the fingers, with the exception of her thumb. Her right hand was bare, though weirdly, it looked discoloured compared to the rest of her body; it was a paler shade of brown in comparison to the other areas of exposed skin. Resting on her shoulders was a beaded necklace, and on her left ear was a square jade earring. Additionally, she also had green earpieces inside her ears—no, not earpieces. No, instead, they reminded you of something else. You've seen these once. A middle school teacher of yours, an older lady that was approaching the age of retirement, had a pair of hearing aids; they were hearing aids. Her face was painted, a brick-red paint covering going across the upper half of her face, just below her forehead, and not going past the bridge of her nose. From the tip of her nose down to her chin, there was a white, dotted line. She also had a decent-sized scar going across the left side of lower jaw; it gave her a pretty cute charm, you'd say.

But what stuck out most of all to you were those eyes of hers. She was the second person you've encountered this day—the second person you've seen in your entire life to have weirdly shaped eyes. She completely lacked iris, instead having large black rings and a cross running through her sclarea, her pupil sitting in the center of the smallest ring and the center of the cross. It was like looking at a target board.

The woman cracked her neck, moving it to the right and getting a loud crack before moving it to the left and getting nothing, or at least not one you could hear from over where you were standing. The people sitting at her table gave her bewildered stares, wondering why the hell she was up there. And then, before anyone could possibly react to what she'd do next, the woman lifted her leg up and swung it into Dana's food tray at an odd angle. The entire cafeteria, which had once been focused on Dana and Zoe, now had their eyes trained on the tray of food soaring high in the air, nearly touching the ceiling. Yet, despite the speed of its travel, not a single scrap of food spilled off the tray. Or at least, it didn't until the tray started to make its decent, heading straight toward Dana. You could only watch in horror as every single item on that tray splashed up against the back of Dana's outfit.

Dana froze in place upon feeling her back become damp, ceasing her bullying of the weirdo entirely. Zoe could only blink in confusion at the sight she had just witnessed; not only did she get a front-row seat to the incident, but not a single scrap of food from Dana's tray landed on her. It was a direct hit that focused entirely on the bully; you didn't know how that was possible since it wasn't just the tray that had hit but every single item on it. That was far too much to account for. An impossibility, or at least it was in your eyes.

Dana released her grasp of Zoe's hoodie, letting it drop back down over her stomach. "WHO! THE! FU-" She began shout as she turned around to the would be poor soul that pissed her off, before stopping short upon seeing the suspect. There was a brief pause, with Dana just staring at the woman for a bit, the gears turning in her head. She was probably trying to figure out who this was but also it was probably her realizing what exactly had been thrown into her. "Did you just fucking throw my fucking tray into me?!" She called out to the woman demanding an answer from her.

But the woman did not respond, simply averting her eyes to the ceiling lights above and began massaging her neck. Her silence didn't come off as one of fear, there wasn't a single ounce of fear to be found on her face. Instead there was indifference, she was on open book that clearly read a single message to all that looked at her, a message directed right at Dana. 'I don't need to acknowledge you.'

Dana gritted her teeth, she was seething like she had never seethed before. This new student was ballsy as all hell...Honestly, all of them were pretty brave but this one in particular probably had the biggest balls; she was going up against Dana of all people. This was a step above Han pissing you off this morning, Menna being in place where she wasn't supposed to be, or Zacharie messing with Crystal; this was picking a fight with Dana and no one but a only a select few students had the audacity to do that. "Hey, new bitch! You got a problem? Cause if you do you're about to find out what the hierarchy around here is?" Dana threaten, cracking her knuckles in an attempt to threaten the woman.

The woman seemed to freeze up, her hand dropping down her neck back down to her side. There was as a split second where a she remained staring at the ceiling before she took her eyes off them and focused them directly on Dana. Her eyes may look odd, but you could still manage to read the expression in them. That being an unyielding rage laying within them. "'Got a problem'?" She repeated, her heavily accented voice barely registering to you from how low she kept her voice, it was almost as if she had whispered it. Her accent, you couldn't place it exactly but it was clearly Latin American. A Latin American accent, Maya script on her jacket, the pigmentation of her skin, the Mayan influence found across her jewellery and make-up... Was this Yolotli? This description would match up with what was left of the remaining students on the roster sheet. Aw shit, you had to share a gym class with this woman.

"Yeah, I've got a problem." Yolotli answered, taking a step forward, her boot stomping into the lunch of the student in front of her. Despite the students verbal protests against Yolotli's action, the Ch'orti' Maya girl ignored them and continued to walk forward, stepping into another person's lunch. "A much bigger problem than these fucking sheep who see conflict and can only sit there and watch with their thumbs up their asses 'cause the government grooms them to subservient sacks of shit!" She ranted as she continued to march forward, heading toward the other end of the table to meet Dana. Students quickly began to pull their lunches out of Yolotli's path. As she spoke, you got a clear look at her teeth, something you typically didn't really look at when you met a person, but hers stood out. They were a pearly-white set of teeth that had been filed to complete sharpness. It was like looking into the mouth of a piranha. "My problem is with those shitty bastards sitting at the top of their hierarchy, wasting oxygen as they bother others for their differences. The discrimination against people for their sexuality, their disabilities, the way some get treated worse because their skin tone is too dark, the way there's a standard for beauty and perfection in appearance!" She timed each point she made in her out-of-nowhere rant with each step she took, her boot crashing down on the table harder as her rage grew. "The forcing of your bullshit notion of superiority onto others..." Yolotli paused as she reached the edge of the table, hoping off of it. Her boots made a loud squelching as they hit the ground due to all the food residue she had built underneath it from marching across the table. Now the punk and the bully stood right before each other, their eyes filled with rage, though the intensity of Yolotli's eyes vastly surpassed Dana's. Yolotli then raised her hand up to her as if she were giving Dana a salute, though rather than her hand being positioned vertically, it was horizontal. "...Makes you the type of piece of shit I hate the most!" The Indigenous woman roared, her sharp teeth clenched with full ****.

Zoe, who had previously been standing behind Dana, had inched her way away from the bully, wanting to avoid whatever conflict had just started. Though she seemed to be still rather intent on watching it as she kept her eye forward while backing up, accidentally bumping into you. Zoe made a startled yelp before glancing behind her. Upon seeing that it was you that she had walked into, a small blush appeared on her face before she quickly stepped to the side of you.

"You hate that much, huh?" Dana balled her hands into fists before raising them up into a fighting stance. It was rather sloppy-looking, making it rather clear that the bully mostly relied on her strength rather than any skill when she fought. There weren't any students that could match Dana in terms of strength aside from Denise, who, along with being very tall, was one of the best athletes in the school. There was also, of course, Joyce, who wasn't only skilled; her strength eclipsed Dana's as well, but due to her having to constantly keep her cover, she kept that strength of hers hidden. "Then that means you want to take me on, right?" Dana taunted, an intense amount of venom in her voice. Dana wasn't used to others standing up to her, so the amount of audacity Yolotli had was something she wasn't used to. If you had to guess, Dana was probably in a panicked state currently, though due to a mixture of ego and instinct, her reaction to said panic was just a violent rage.

"Take you on?" The Ch'orti' Mayan repeated with there being a very clear, high amount of excitment in her voice; as if Dana had said exactly what she had wanted to hear. The frown on Yolotli's face twisted into a sadistic smile that paired with the unyielding rage in her eyes to give her an incredibly intimidating presence. You could feel Zoe cowering beside you, the weirdo even going as far as to clench onto your sleeve out of instinct. It was very clear to you that Yoltoli really, really disliked bullies in whatever shape or form they came in.

"Sí, te enfrentaré." Yolotli answered Dana's previous question, the bully giving the punk a confused look, not understanding what she had just said. The indigenous woman reached her left hand under her shirt and reached over to the shoulder/armpit area of her right arm. "¡Te enfrentaré..." Yolotli repeated her previous statement as she began to fiddle around that area, causing her to lift up her shirt high enough that you could see a greyish blue sports bra underneath it. She continued to mess around her right arm until an audible click could be heard, as if something had been unbuckled. Suddenly Yolotli pulled her left arm out from underneath her shirt, her right arm quickly being sucked up the arm of her right sleeve, into her tattered shirt, and then out of it; her right arm, from the bicep down, was clenched in the grip of Yolotli's left hand. It was a prosthetic arm, which explained why it didn't match the skin colour of the rest of the body. "...con las manos detrás de la espalda!" Yolotli exclaimed as she raised the prosthesis high into the air, showing it off to everyone paying attention to the incident. The punk then turned around and placed her right arm on the table behind her before turning back to Dana, her smile widening even further as she raised her one arm up.

Dana's brows furrowed as far down as they could, clearly not amused by the display that Yolotli had put on early. She clenched her fists even further, her nails beginning to dig into her skin. They were going to fight, and there wasn't a single hint of hesitation between the two of them. The issue was that something deep in your gut was telling you that Yolotli was going to be the one walking away from this fight. And while you did think Dana needed to be knocked down a peg or two, your gut was telling you that she was in for an ass beating. That Yolotli might actually just outright kill her. Just look at that smile.

You quicky shook of your state of shock and took a step forward, accidentally yanking you arm out Zoe's grip in process. You balled you left hand into fist and raised it up to your mouth before clearing your throat in order to catch the two girls attention. Both fighters turned their head away from each other and toward you, their looks of intense rage turning into a deadpan expression upon seeing you. "Uh, hi." You greeted the pair, stupidly waving at them with your left hand which you quickly shot down to your side upon realizing what you did. You felt as if you had a sixty pound weight pressed down upon your chest with both of their eyes staring at you, while there wasn't any rage in them, their was still an intensity to you. You let out a nervous chuckle, "So, um, could you guys not fight?" You anxiously requested.

The pair narrowed their eyes at you, clearly indicating to you that they had no intention of doing what you asked. You let let out a nervous chuckle, it was as if two predators were staring directly at you. "I mean, you guys shouldn't...At least, you shouldn't fight," You motioned your head over to Yolotli who lifted an eyebrow up in response. "Because...Because Zoe wouldn't want you to fight." You lied as you turned your body to put Zoe in their line of sight, the weirdo let a quiet yelp at becoming the center of attention once more.

This probably wasn't you best idea. It relied on way too many variables, the two most important being that Yolotli would have too be fighting for Zoe specifically and not just because she hates the idea of superiority. The other being that Zoe would have to either agree with what you said or at least go along with it. You were hoping that both would true, otherwise you'd probably have to prepare a funeral for Dana.

With all everyone's attention now of the weirdo, Zoe looked as if she wanted to shrink down and disappear, her eyes focuses on the tiled floor below her before cautiously glancing up to meet the gazes of Dana and Yolotli. Mumbling to herself at bit, eventually Zoe found the strength to speak up. "Y-Yeah, there's no need for you to fight for someone like me. I don't like ****, so I-Id rather you not get hurt for me..." Zoe looked toward the indigenous woman and gave a shy smile.

Well, that was one of the factors down and you had to rely on one more. You turned your attention toward Yolotli. "See, if your trying to help Zoe out then there's no need for you to- to..." You began to falter in your words as you looked at Yolotli's expression. It was blank. The tall woman was in a deep focus, one which probably couldn't be broken by anyone other than herself. You were so fucked, she was definitely doing this because she wanted an excuse to beat the shit out a bully. You couldn't even possibly guess what she was thinking, her bizarre eyes were practically glazed as continued to focus on Zoe.

"Who the gives a shit what that weirdo thinks?" Dana interrupted, walking up to you and leaning in close. "It doesn't matter what she wants, cause even if shark-bitch cares it won't stop her from getting the ass beating she deserves!" Dana sadistically smirked before quickly turning around and back handing Yolotli with her fist, or at least back handing the air where Yolotli had once been. You had taken your eyes off of her for one second and she was gone. You began to scan around the cafeteria to search for where the Ch'orti' Mayan could've possibly gone, Dana doing the same but her searching was far more intense than yours. Soon enough your eyes fell upon the new student, who had crossed over to the other the cafeteria in just a moments notice. Her hurried walking was incredibly fast, she was practically a blur to you, you had to squint your eyes to even focus on her. "Where the fuck do you think your going!" Dana shouted before chasing after her, the bully having to run to even catch up with her.

Yolotli would stop, though it wasn't because of Dana's command, instead she stopped because she had reached her destination. The place where she had stopped was the area where students went to grab utensils for their lunch, the shitty plastic ones that could barely stab through a thin slab of meat. Put it wasn't a fork, knife, or spoon that interested Yolotli, instead it was the napkins, as she reached her hand a grabbed several handfuls before speeding back toward you and Zoe.

Along the way she and Dana would cross paths, which just so happened to be next to the cafeteria's trashcans. "Alright, bitch no more pissing around-" The bully began to goad, but was cut off by Yolotli slamming the stump of her right arm into Dana's face, pushing her over in the trash can which toppled under her weight. "I don't have time for you." Yolotli stated as the right sleeve of her jacket widely flopped around. You were left completely speechless, never in your life would you have possibly ever thought about Dana being so effortlessly taken down. Even more so that Yolotli used her amputated arm to pushed her to the side.

Yolotli continued traveling in your direction, crossing the distance in two seconds before racing past you and stopping in front of Zoe. The weirdo let out a nervous moan as she backed up slightly, her head craned up to look at the much taller woman. Then, without warning, Yolotli dropped down onto one knee as if she were going to propose to Zoe. "Let's get you cleaned up, alright?" The tall woman asked before using the napkins in her hand to start wiping down the milk and food that had splashed onto Zoe. All the aggression that was once in her voice was now gone, replaced by a much softer tone. Yolotli's face was now red—more red than before—and it wasn't because of paint but instead a deep blush that had crept onto her cheeks. This bitch was smitten.

Was Zoe's cuteness that really that great that she had this woman on her knees for her from just a single sentence? You guess so as Yolotli began to clean up Zoe to the best of her ability, wiping down all the areas that had dirtied by Dana with the exception of the chest, which Yolotli let Zoe clean herself by dropping some napkins into her hand. While the pair were busy cleaning, Dana managed to pull herself up, the bully furiously looking over to where Yolotli was, an embarrassed blush on her face over being humiliated so easily. Bully gritted her teeth, before glancing at the rest of the students in the cafeteria. "The fuck are you guys staring at?!" Dana exclaimed. Pfft, copy cat.

The bully then hurried out of the the lunch room, but wanting to be stared at. Clearly she wasn't done with Yolotli, but even Dana was smart enough to realize she needed to try and different approach if she want to deal with her. With that, the Dana issue was now gone, and you barely had to do anything. You should give yourself a pat of the back for being so amazing. The only thing left was finally have lunch, which probably colder now than it was when you bought it.

You turned toward to the duo to your left just to make sure they were alright. They were practically finished by now, with Yolotli cutely smirking was she pressed a napkin against Zoe's cheek and before leaning it, her nose nearly touching Zoe's. "You know, your pretty cute for a white woman." Yolotli flirted, parting Zoe's bangs out of her eyes to get a better look at her.

WHO THE FUCK SAYS THAT SOMEONE?!

A large blush quickly spread across Zoe's face over the sudden complement, her eyes practically forming stars in them as her lips suddenly quivered in embarrassment. The weirdo raised her up to her chest, clutching her hoodie just over where her heart would be.

You couldn't believe your eyes, personally. Like, seriously Zoe, that was enough for you. You slapped a hand up to your forehead and could only stand there shaking your head disbelief. This was just ridiculous; today was just going to give you more and more of a headache.

Yolotli flashed a sincere smile at Zoe, flashing her maw of razor sharp teeth at weirdo. This was seemingly enough to get the weirdo to snap out of the trance she had been put into, a the blush and starry-eyed look quickly vanished. Zoe puffed up her cheeks and averted her eyes to the ground. "That's a pretty offensive thing to say to someone..." She mumbled as she cutely pouted.

Well at least she had some commonsense. That's better than most this school.

Yolotli let out what sounded like a squeal of excitement from behind her clenched smile, most likely over how cute Zoe's face looked currently. The punk girl crumbled all the used napkins that were currently in her hand and stood up to her full height. Briefly glancing behind her, toward the trash cans that had been knocked over by Dana and were now put back up right by the students that were seat near them, the Ch'orti' woman tossed the ball of napkins over her shoulder. The napkin ball sailed through the air before hitting the brim of the trashcan, to which the ball ended up circling around the edge of the trashcan. A pretty marvelous sight, you were surprised a lumpy, partially wet ball of paper could even roll that well.

The taller woman placed her hand onto Zoe's head, giving the short girl pat on the head that had her messy hair even messier, much to the weirdo's discomfort. "That was your lunch that got spilled onto you, right?" Yolotli asked, to which immediately responded with a short nod. "Well someone as precious as you can't go without food, so lets get you something to eat."

Zoe's face once again became red from receiving another compliment out of the blue, Yolotli beaming to the sight of such a cute face. "You'll really buy a new lunch for me?" Zoe asked shyly, cupping her hands together and pressing them against her stomach. Guess she was a bit hesitant about making demands of others.

There was a brief look of surprise on Yolotli's face before the punk girl suddenly leaned backward and burst into a hysterical laughter. Alright, clam down bitch, it wasn't that funny. The indigenous woman than shot back up right, combing the bangs out of her own face as she recovered from her laughing fit. "Buy?!!?" Her words quivered as she failed to maintain composure, letting out another chuckle over something that didn't seem very humorous to you. Zoe's face shifted in dejected expression, over Yolotli laughing over her inquiry. The punk then slammed in hand into the weirdo as she gave Zoe a pat on the back, nearly knocking her over in the process. "Cute and a comedian? You're so amazing!" Yolotli exclaimed as she grabbed her prophetic arm and placed it under the armpit of her right arm.

"Um, but how are you going to get me a new lunch if you aren't-" Zoe was quickly cut off by Yolotli grabbing her hand and carrying her off. As the two hurried off to who knows where, you turned your attention over to the trashcan once more. The ball was still going. It had been at least a minute and it was still circling the brim of the trashcan. It was beyond amazing. Truly, how did she do that?

You watched the ball continue to circle around the brim before it eventually fell into the trash after another twenty seconds of circling. Well, there goes your entertainment. Anyways, you should probably get back to your friends and finally dig into that lunch, at least get your money's worth out of it, even its shit.

You put your hands in your pockets and began to make your way over to your table. You looked over to your friends; Gabriel and Amy were still in their seats and were chatting with Zoe, who was now sitting in your seat, your fork in hand, and Yolotli, who was hovering over Zoe.

...

Your sneakers let out a loud squeak as you pushed off against the tile floor with all the might you could muster, practically throwing your through the air multiple times as you bounded your way over to your table. Saliva and tear pouring out of your eyes and mouth as you ran over in desperation to get your table.

I PAID FOR THAT COLD PASTA!!!! I WON'T LET HER TAKE IT AWAY FROM MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You clenched you teeth at full **** as you exerted yourself to your fullest. Zoe was moments away from plopping some penne into mouth, you couldn't let that happen at all costs. As you got closer to your table, you realized you were coming in too fast. You planted you feet against the ground in an attempt to stop yourself, though all you accomplished was managing to skid past your side of the table, the group sitting there's heads following you was flew by. You trip was cut short by you slamming into the white wall that was a few feet away from the table. "There's the man of the hour!" Gabriel quipped.

You quickly pressed of the wall and hurried over to the table. Managing to stop yourself from slamming to into Zoe, you stood over the weirdo a complete mess; the short girl was frozen in confusion and fright, her mouth wide open with your fork hovering inside. You tried to find the right words to say, but you could only manage to just breath heavily over her like a freak from how completely out of breath you were. Slowly, Zoe clamped her lip around the fork before pulling it out of her mouth, the penne now gone from the fork's prongs.

You let out a grunt of anguish and you dropped down to your knees. "And out!" Gabriel announced, like he was an umpire calling out a player who had failed to reach the next base in time. Zoe could only give a confused, yet frightened look as she glanced around to the people around her, wondering what the hell was going on. Eventually the gears in her head managed to turn enough for her to figure out that the food she was eating was yours. Which caused a large blush to spread to spread across her face, she was redder than ever before.

"Indirect kiss!" Zoe squealed in embarrassment, which caused everyone to look at her bewilderment. Who in high school give a shit about indirect kisses, that's something only germaphobes or children cared about. You've indirectly kiss your friends at least a hundred thousand times by now.

"...Uh, no. I hadn't even gotten to use that fork yet." You stated in annoyance as you picked yourself off of the ground, though not standing to your full height, but rather slouching. Amy gave you a pat on the in faux-attempt to comfort you.

"Oh..." Zoe murmured, the shock that had once been on her face being replaced with a look of disappointment. Really, she was disappointed over the fact that the fork she put in her mouth wasn't covered in your saliva? Truly living up to your title, Zoe.

Mindlessly, the weirdo then stabbed the fork in the paste on stray, bringing it up to her lips and plopping two more pieces of penne into her mouth. Your eye twitched slightly as you shot up to your full height. "Come on now, you're just going to keep eating!" You seethed, causing Zoe to let out a muffled yelp, the fork still trapped between her lips.

You glared harshly at the shorter girl, the meek look that she gave you reminded you of your bully days. You weren't the aggressive type like Dana, but nonetheless this scenario was bringing back some memories of a rather unpleasant time. As you as hovered over Zoe, you noticed something in the corner of your eye. That being that you were receiving a glare as well.

You shifted your head over slightly, allowing your regular eyes to meet the bizarre, spiral eyes that belonged to Yolotli. It was rather strange that you had forgotten that she had been standing by your table, though you could just chalk that up to being caught up in the moment. The indigenous woman didn't seem to be too pleased that you were bothering Zoe. You glanced back over to Zoe, "On second thought, you can have it." Your lips quirked into a wry smile. You began to back away from Zoe, giving her space to enjoy eating your lunch. Under most circumstances, you'd probably be willing to fight someone over something as trivial as them eating your lunch, but since Zoe had the protection of Yolotli, you weren't going to take that chance in a million years.

Yolotli's eyes returned to a more neutral expression as she looked away from you and turned her attention toward Zoe. A smile crept its way onto her lips as she watched Zoe dig away at the mediocre lunch that was put in front of her. I suppose its not really that worth it given its quality. You suppose you could go the day without eating, it wouldn't kill you. But still, why did have to be you of all people. "If I may ask, why my lunch?" You asked.

"Cause you left it out in the open; it wasn't even touched." Yolotli answered, not bothering to look over to you, instead keeping her focus on Zoe while placing her prosthetic arm next to her tray of food.

"Okay, but, like, why not give her your lunch?" You interrogated further.

This time, Yolotli turned her head toward you, a wide smile overtaking her lips. "Cause I already ate mine." The Ch'orti' woman announced, smiling cockily and jutting a thumb toward herself as if what she said was something to be immensely proud of.

"...But lunch just started eight minutes ago." You dryly replied.

The smile on her face faded. "Obviously, because I ate mine before that." She stated, looking at you as if you said the stupidest shit possible.

".......Clearly." You muttered in response. She ate her lunch during classes? These people really do as they please, don't they? They were the ones that were new here, yet for some reason they treated it like they were above the rules. You let out a sign in annoyance; you really hope the last three were more normal.

Out of nowhere, you felt something brush up against the side of your hand. Your eyes darted down and spotted that it was a chocolate granola bar that was being pushed toward you. Your eyes traveled over to the hand that had gifted you this treat, which belonged no other than to your bro, Gabriel. You clenched onto the still-wrapped bar and quickly held it to your chest before anyone could possibly take it from you. You could cry right about now if you were a more overdramatic person. If there was anyone who had your back, it would always be Gabriel.

You ripped the wrapper open before chopping straight down on the delicious goodness that waited inside. You could practically let out a moan right about now over this gesture of true bromance. While you scarfed down the bar, Yolotli shrugged off her jacket, rudely tossing it over to Gabriel. Your eye twitched once more upon seeing this action, though your friend was less fazed by it, catching the article of clothing before inspecting it. "Ooh, this has a nice feel to it." Gabriel remarked as he pinched the fabric between his thumb and index fingers. "What's the material?" he asked, looking up at the indigenous woman. Only to be met with her torn shirt hitting him square in the face.

You blinked twice in confusion before turning over to Yolotli, who was now standing practically topless if it weren't for her sports bra and the skin coloured sleeve she wore over her stump. It gave you a real good look at her body; she had an athletic body type that she only caught a glance of through the tear in her shirt. She had a nice amount of muscle definition, matching that of a sprinter's build. But more importantly, TITIES!!!! ... The greyish-blue sport bra that she was wearing hung tightly to her nicely proportionate sized breasts.

Yolotli grabbed onto her prosthetic arm and brought it over to the stump that was in place of her right arm. Slipping the remainder of her arm into the prosthetic bicep, Yolotli quickly maneuvered her hand over to the straps that presumably kept her arm in place, moving one end of the strap over to the other, the two buckles meeting slightly higher than her armpit.

As Yolotli fiddled with the straps, Amy leaned toward her with a look of intrigue on her face. "How'd you lose your arm?" She asked with a smirk on her face.

Gabriel stopped feeling up the fabric of Yolotli's jacket for a second. "Have some tact; you can't just ask someone a question like that so-" Gabriel began to chide Amy.

"White people." Yolotli bluntly stated, not going into any further depth. She was more focused on getting the buckles to click together than on really caring too much about the question that she was asked. You suppose it was nice that she still answered it. Even if the answer was rather disappointing, though Amy and Gabriel seemed rather pleased with it, Amy had to hold back a laugh, and Gabriel let out a loud snort due to being taken off guard by her response.

Eventually, Yolotli managed to get the two buckles to connect, performing a shoulder role before flexing her fingers to make sure everything was in the green. Then, reaching her left hand out, the Maya girl beckoned for Gabriel to return her shirt and jacket. "So, about the material, it's of really good quality; it must've been pretty damn expensive." Gabriel decided to try his luck again, asking questions about her clothes once more.

"I don't know; a friend made it for me." She replied as she pulled her black shirt over her head, slipping her arm into the holes where the sleeves would be. "No way would I ever spend money on shit."

"What, you leech off over others to get shit? Or is everything you own stolen?" You jokingly bemused, stroking your chin in a mocking way.

Not looking toward you, Yolotli threw on her grey jacket. "Yeah." she nonchalantly answered, not specifying which part she was answering. You let out a slight chuckle to yourself. She was definitely the type who wouldn't be paying her taxes in the future.

"Someone's not paying their taxes in the future!" Amy called out, leaning toward Yolotli.

She fucking stole the joke that you didn't say out loud. You turned your head toward Amy and gave the funlover a glare like no other, much to her confusion as she didn't have the slightest clue as to what she did wrong. Though both of your attentions were brought to Yolotli when the indigenous punk slammed the heel of her foot against the table, "Fuck no I'm not!" She declared, throwing her left arm straight up and pointing her index finger at the ceiling lights above. "My hard work going to those worthless shitstains running the government so that they can spend it on funding genocides, or those fascists in the police ****, or just pocketing it for themselves? Not a million years!" She roared, her voice echoing across the very busy cafeteria. At this point, the rest of the students stopped bothering to look over to your table. They knew the people eating there were insane.

You were going to go deaf from this woman's shouting. Geez, did she always fly off into rants like this? This was probably the most punk woman you've ever met in your life; literally everything and anything was a chance for her to make a declaration against authority. Heh, if you were to look up rebellion in a dictionary, you'd probably get a picture of her.

As you laughed internally to yourself, you heard Amy begin to speak up. "If you were to look up rebellion-". Not giving her the time to finish, you quickly slapped a hand over her mouth before slowly craning your head toward your friend, giving her the harshest **** glare you could muster. Amy responded back by slapping your hand off her mouth and shrugging her arms in defensive confusion.

"You really hate bullies, don't you?" Gabriel remarked before biting into some lettuce from the plastic container of salad he had brought.

"Who doesn't?" Yolotli responded. Well, you feel bad for whoever pisses her off; you feel like Dana got off easy, all things considered. This woman would probably tear someone in half for being too much of an ass... You felt a pair of eyes boring into you. You glanced away from Yolotli to meet Zoe starring right up at you, giving you a knowing look. A shiver ran down your spine as you let out a harsh gulp. Zoe could end you right now with just a couple of words, but she wouldn't do that, right?

Zoe turned away from you and toward Yolotli. "Hey, by the way, I-" the weirdo began to say something to Yolotli.

You immediately dropped to your knees and held your hand against the back of your head, forcing your neck to bend down. "I'm a changed man, I swear!" You cried out in desperation.

The group sitting at your table stared at you, blinking in confusion with varying levels of bewilderment on their faces. Zoe then turned back to Yolotli. "I have grandma who also needs hearing aids." Zoe informed, smiling in a way that seemed like she was proud of that fact.

You clutched your chest, and you could feel your heart beating like no tomorrow. Forget Yolotli; Zoe could just kill you through a heart attack. You could practically feel tears streaming out of your eyes at this moment.

The tall woman let out a cooing noise, getting excited over how cute Zoe was being. "Ah, you're so cute! I'd kill someone for you!" Yolotli proclaimed while invading Zoe's space by wrapping an arm around the weirdo's neck and practically nuzzling her check against Zoe's.

Kill someone? You slowly picked yourself off the ground after catching your breath. "Yeah, I'd believe that." You hoarsely quipped, not wanting to give Amy a chance to read your mind again. Fucking joke stealer.

Gabriel glanced down under the table toward Yolotli's boots before looking look toward you. "Yeah, you should." He pursed his lips together while nodding his head.

You blinked twice in confusion before looking under the table again to see if you had missed something earlier. Yolotli's boots were about the same, costume made presumably. Nothing really stood out to you on what about them that caused Gabriel to agree so adamantly with that idea. Maybe it was the laces? Right? Sometimes people wear coloured laces to make a statement.

You looked back up. "What? What do blue laces mean?" You asked.

Gabriel quirked an eyebrow up. "You don't know? Are you stupid or something?"

"Yes, now indulge me." You weren't too interested in playing any games, you just wanted answers.

Gabriel thought about it for a moment before speaking up. "No." He then turned his attention back toward his lunch.

You furrowed your brows toward your friend. And here you thought Gabriel always had your back. Come on, man. Don't leave you hanging like this. You let out a grumpy sigh as you moved over to the other side of the table and sat down in what would normally be Chris's seat.

You sat there with your arms crossed, tapping your foot impatiently. Busy day, you couldn't even relax properly during lunch. And not only that, something was eating at you. Like you were forgetting something. Oh, right. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a purple slip. "By the way, you need to take one of these." You held the slip out for Yolotli to take. Though rather than just taking it, the indigenous woman just stared at your hand in annoyance. Instead, she reached behind her, digging into the pocket at the back of her shorts, and pulled something out. Holding her hand over yours, she dropped the content into yours, small tears of purple paper floating down into the palm of your hand.

The paper matched the colour of the slip that was currently in your hand... She had already gotten one. "So, you work with that fascist bitch, huh?" Yolotli berated with a look of disgust on her face.

You should be scared, but instead you were desperately trying to hold back a laugh. She just called Crystal a fascist. Oh, that's fucking funny. You had to hold your hand over your mouth just to hide your smile. "No, not really." You managed to breath out, struggling not burst out into laughter.

"Huh? Well, that wanna-be dictator made me, Regina, and Amidah take one. Don't really give a shit what its for, and I'm listening to a single thing she has to say." Yolotli began to retell, her lips flaring up in anger over just reminiscing about Crystal. The control freak was far from the best at making good impressions. You wonder how she did with Lillian. You almost wish you could've watched that go down. Or maybe not for the sake of your eardrums.

You pocketed the slip, seems like the job was basically done at this point. Crystal took care of Han, Yolotli, Regina, Amidah, and probably Lillian as well, while you got Kallaicone, Miyamoto, Menna, and Zacharie. That was nine out of ten complete. Just one more remaining, you should probably leave him for Crystal to deal with. All you to do was find that thief and then you could possibly rest easy for the rest of the day.

You were suddenly brought out of your thoughts by Yolotli leaning in close to you, her nose nearly bashing into your own. "While we're on this topic, have you seen a short German kid," The indigenous woman held her hand up to about her shoulder, "with pink hair?" Yolotli then brought her hands to her head, pointing both her index fingers at her hair and making a loop motion with them.

You leaned away from the tall woman, not being comfortable with how close you were to her. "No, why would I?" You inquired, not being sure why she was asking you of all people, which only caused Yolotli's face to twist into contempt, looking at you like you were the dumbest thing on this side of the planet.

"Because you're looking at us, the new students, aren't you?" The tall woman moved back to standing up right, allowing you to move back to your original position as well. Right, that made sense. You slapped yourself on the forehead for that lapse in intelligence you just had. That description didn't match anyone that you could think of in this school, so of course it had to be Oskar or whoever.

"Right, yeah." You rolled your lips backward the pressed them against each other before moving them back to their original position, a small popping noise sounding as you repeated this action twice. "Well, I haven't seen him at all, so..."

The indigenous punk rolled her weird eyes before turning away from your group. "I came here in search of him, but I got a bit sidetracked." She mumbled to herself while scratching her cheek with her prosthetic hand. "Guess, I don't have a reason to stay here. I'm off; let's head back to my group." Yolotli announced, lightly pulling Zoe off her seat and onto her feet. "I'll even let you sit on my lap." She offered to the weirdo as she grabbed her tray, giving her flirtatious wink.

Huh, with thighs like those, resting in her lap would be pretty comfortable. You watched as the duo walked off and out of the cafeteria. "Man, what a fucking freak! I swear this school keeps getting worse every day." You commented the second the pair were out of any possible earshot of you. You glance at your two friends, expecting any comments and nods of agreement, but the two simply ignore you and went back to eating their lunches.

Despite all that just occurred, there was something that was still eating at you. You couldn't quite remember what it was. A then it you when you saw two people walk by and take their seat at your table.

You beloved Lex had arrived...And also Jeremy. Yippee!!! Though Lex didn't look her best at the moment, her eyes looked very tired, and her hair and clothes were heavily disheveled. She gave Amy a glare as she sat down in her seat. "Thanks for the help." She seethed, sarcasm leaking from her voice.

"Hey, it was your business, not mine." Amy defended herself, lifting her hands up to her face while cheekily smiling.

Huh, you had totally forgotten about Lex getting in trouble with the cheerleaders. Jeremy was also getting chided by one of his teachers somewhere at the same time. And you sat here and did nothing about it the whole time. "Wow, I kind of forgot about you entirely." You announced your group, letting out a nervous laugh.

Jeremy and Lex looked at each other for a brief moment before looking at you with deadpanned expressions.

The school bell blared out, signaling that lunch had ended for the senior. As everyone pushed their way past each other, you walked among the crowd, slower than most, with a stonefaced expression, your cheeks highlighted with two different-sized, red hand imprints on each side of your face. You're getting abused a lot today, aren't you?