|Rocking My World
Author: Cornerofoysters PM
Marjorie always watched those cliché TV shows and now she finds herself stuck in one of them. With a queen bee who doens't stop to threaten her. A jock who's too kind for his own good. And a best friend who insist she has to go out with him no matter how much she says they only friends. The worst is the more she keeps saying that, the harder is to believe it.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 9,368 - Updated: 02-19-13 - Published: 01-05-13 - id: 3089667
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Queens, jocks and a little of love
She's the queen bee – the star, those other two are just her little workers." Damian from Mean Girls.
It's not telling you how I feel that scares me, it's what you'll say back.
Biology was great, even because as I said before I love it. I'm even thinking about becoming a biologist since I don't want to be a teacher. Well, I'm sure you don't want to know 'bout my professional aspirations, so I'll just keep talking about my day. After biology class ends Stranger Guy and I break apart. I have Advanced English and he has something I can't remember. Yeah, that's exactly what you thinking, I forgot asking his name again, but don't blame me only, he didn't ask me too.
As I'm walking down the hallway a bit lost I course for having forgotten my cell phone at home, otherwise I could call Albert and he could give me the coordinates, but noo I had to forget it. Stupid, stupid Marjorie! I stop walking thinking about what to do next when a brunette gets close to me, rolling all the way up here. I wish I could move so gracefully. She is taller than me, but it is less than an inch, her black hair is loosen around her shoulders and she is wearing a red dress and high heels. Who goes to school with high heels? Apparently a lot of people because I notice her friends (whom I had just realized they're there) are wearing it too. She comes close and stop in front of me, a smile plastered on her face but I feel no warmth.
"Marjorie." She says cheerfully. "Just who I wanted to see." How she knew my name was beyond me. And I wonder why she would want to see me, I mean I'm no celebrity and haven't talked to anyone but… droga I really need to get his name, Stranger Boy is getting old, anyway but Stranger Boy.
I narrow my eyes. "How do you know my name?" I ask in a steady voice.
"I have my ways." She says simply, her friends quiet behind her. "I have never seen you in the school before." She stated.
I don't know where she want to get with this, but I'm late to class and I hate that moment you arrive in the class and the teacher is already there and everybody looks at you making your way up till your desk as if you've grown another head. "Nice." I say slowly. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I have a class to attend." I speak trying to pass by her, but she stop me.
"Ah, I'm gonna be fast." As she say that her smile leaves her face and I feel a tension growing around me. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit. Não gosto nada, nada disso. "Stay away from my boyfriend." Boyfriend? What boyfriend? I don't even know a single person in this school. How can I possibly be in charge of a psychotic, extremely jealous and obsessive girlfriend? I decide to keep my cool and be polite.
"I don't know who you're talking about." I said honestly.
She makes a face to me. "I don't wanna hear lies. I saw myself you and Jacob together earlier today. I'm warning you now. Next time I won't be so nice." And just like that she turns away, taking her wannabes with her. I stare stunned to their form leaving, trying to understand what just happened, then I remember about my class and start running (yes, I said running.) to it. It didn't take long for me to find it though and the teacher was just entering so I was in time.
I head for a desk in the back of the class. By my side is a girl. She's black, with long curly brown hair going to the middle of her back. She sits silently tapping her fingers on the table. Poor girl, must be shy. I put my best friendly smile on my face. "Hi, may I sit here?" She looks up and nod shyly. So I was right. I sit and look forward, the teacher is introducing himself, Mr. Blackwell, weird name for a teacher if you ask me. I turn back to the girl by my side remembering something she might be able to help me. "Do you know who Jacob is?"
She looks at me surprised for a while, then smile. Wow, I think we're getting some progress here. "Jacob Franklin?" I don't know about the Franklin so I just shrug. "Everybody knows him. He's like the king of school." This makes me giggle. I put one hand over my mouth for the teacher not to see that and thank God I'm in the back. The girl looks at me weirdly as if wondering if I'm crazy or not. "What's so funny?" She asks confused.
After I recover from my outburst I answer her. "It's just so funny you're saying king of school." I say starting to giggle again.
"Are you okay?" She asks me worriedly. I nod because I still don't feel good to speak. "You shouldn't be close to him if you don't want Alex to make of tour life a living hell." She speaks serious. I suppose Alex to be the girl who threatened me earlier.
"I think it's a little too late, because she's already threatening me." I say nonchalantly. I open my bag and get my notebook and my pencils. I like writing on my notebook with pens of different colors so it gets colorful. I hate studding in a monochrome notebook. I just can't focus. I look up and see the girl beside me is staring at me with pity. Wait, I must be seeing things. I stare back at her inquisitively. As she doesn't say anything I decide I ought to ask. "Why is that? I don't even know this stupid Jacob." I say and she look at me disbelieving. "I know nobody here but my brother and I'm pretty sure he's not named Jacob."
She bites her lips before answering. "Alex and Jacob used to date but they broke up in the end of last year, but it doesn't stopped her from trying to ruin every chance of relationship to him. You must have talked to him and she thought you're were trying your charms on him." She whispers. Mr. Blackwell looks at our direction and I pretend I'm noting everything he says.
When Mr. Blackwell turns his face to the other direction I murmur. "But I already said I know no Jacob."
"Then she must have mistaken you with somebody else." She looks to the board then looks back at me. "I'm Camilla, by the way." She says smiling.
I smile back. "Marjorie."
I don't know how he does it, but my brother avoided me successfully all morning. I don't know… I'm starting to think he's ashamed of me. Of ME, of all people and I have no idea why. I mean, how cool is to have a sister like me. I'm a popular person. Not here yet, but everybody loves me. Or at least I used to think that before my brother started to hide from me. You must be wondering how I know he's avoiding me, but the thing is: I saw him change the direction he was heading as soon as his eyes locked with mine. And it happened twice already. Actually it just happened. Put three in the score.
I am currently sitting on the cafeteria with my brand new best friend. I know I have just met her, but I felt a bond between us. And it helps when you move to a new country where you know nobody. We are in a table in the corner. I thought about walking towards Albert's table and tell him a piece of my mind, but Cam stopped me. Yeah I know it might be a little soon for nicknames, but you have to agree that Camilla is too big. Ok, it's not, but Cam is so much better.
Anyway, Cam seems to have a bit of social issues, so I'm making my mission to fix this. Obviously she doesn't know anything, yet. I intend to tell her when I'm done. If I told her now she would squirm and scream and tell me to leave her alone and we don't want that, do we? I know I don't.
"Do you always eat this?" I ask looking at my fries.
"You don't have to eat it if you don't want to." Cam says taking a sip of her coke.
"I'm not saying I don't like it." I say putting one in my mouth. "But every day?"
"What do you eat every day?" She asks me curious.
"Generally beans, rice and meat." I say tasting it dreamily. God, I miss my grandma's food. It is the best in all the freaking world. I open my eyes, snapping out of my daydream and take notice of the disgusting look Cam's giving me. Well, if she doesn't like it, her loss. "I can't believe you…" I ain't able to finish my sentence because something (or shall I say) someone gets my attention. And I am a little of attention deficit or at least that's what I say to explain my sudden loss of interest to things. "That's the girl who stopped me in the hallway."
"That's Alex and her clones. I'm sorry, not somebody you want to play with." She says in a warning tone.
"Who said I want to play?" I say with a smirk on my face. "But nobody tells Marjorie what to do."
"Marjorie let it go." She says in a pleading tone. "She's going to make of your life a living hell.
"Who said I'm somebody to play with?" I say getting up. "I'll show this girl she's not the president to be telling people what to do. Just one question, is that Jacob." I point to Stranger Boy who's currently sitting by Alex's side. Cam's takes a deep breath after answering. "Yes, but…" I don't wait for her to finish and walk towards their table with a smile on my face, one that gets bigger when I see my brother is there too. I wanna see him to hide now.
"Hi, Jacob." I say brightly. "I just thought I'd say… hello." I watch intently the reaction of everybody on the table as I open my mouth. Alex glares at me and I'm sure right now she's scheming a way to make me pay. My brother, who was drinking whatever he was drinking, chocks in the middle of a sip and Jacob smiles brightly when he sees me. The rest of the table just regards me, probably wondering who I am.
Jacob seems surprised with the fact I know he's name. Maybe because he doesn't know mine. Although after that girl from earlier I would not be surprised. News seems to run fast in here. "How do you…?" He asks with a frown in his pretty face.
"You seem to be kinda famous here." I say simply with a shrug. "Rocking around… and it's not the Christmas tree." I don't know why I say the last part, but it kind of comes naturally. He chuckles at my last remark. I see Albert rolling his eyes through the corner of my eyes, but I shrug it off.
"You never cease to amaze me." He says shaking his head. I notice that there's many heads turned to us right now so I suppose this is not very common. People around here seems to be very focused on their own group, or maybe it's only because unknown people shouldn't talk to popular ones. I don't have to say I think this is r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s. "Don't want to sit?" He asks pointing to an empty chair around the table.
"No, I'm sitting with my friend." I point to Cam in corner of the cafeteria. Albert shifts in his chair uncomfortably and I didn't even speak to him. Bastard! That's what makes me say what I say next. "Albert, don't forget that dad wants you to pick the clothes up in the laundry." I see his face getting red and I have to bit my lips to not laugh. "Anyway, I just came by to say hello. See you around, Jake." You see I'm quickly to find nicknames to people, but the thing is I like to be queer, not in the gay sense. Not that I have nothing against gays. I love them. If they are nice, of course. Anywho, maybe I'm a narcissist. I read in some where they do things to make them unique, of course I'm not sure nobody calls him Jake, maybe that's probably not unique, but give people nicknames is my habit. I wave my goodbye and turn away going back to my seat.
"What did you go to do there?" She asks in a mix of disapproval and curiosity.
"Just chat." I say smirking. "Don't worry, Cam, it's not like I went there to hit on somebody else's boyfriend." I say nonchalantly seeing her disbelieving look. Seriously, this girl has no faith on me? And besides I'm telling the truth, or at least half of it. I didn't go there to hit on anybody, however I knew only the fact I went there would make Alex squirm and want to see my dead body hanging from a rope. That girl seeks blood, I can feel it. "Really, I'm…" I stop mid-sentence because somebody thinks that's the perfect timing to cut me off.
"Hey!" I see the shocked countenance on Cam's face and turn to said voice to tell him to back off and do not interrupt me when I'm speaking, but when I see who it is my lips break in a smile. Jacob was standing in front of me with a smile on his face and I got to say he was handsome. No second intentions here, I swear. But a girl is not blind and got to admit when a guy is good looking. And Marjorie is definitely NOT blind. And as Jesus said: 'Veja quem tem olhos para ver.' Meaning: See who has eyes to see or however you say this in English. I can speak English, it doesn't mean I read the Bible in English. Sue me. You should know for yourself, not ask me to quote like an encyclopedia.
"Hi, Jake." I say brightly. "What brings you to our humble table, and I got to say a little deserted."
"Yo left and I couldn't really say goodbye." As he says that he's acknowledge Cam's presence. "Hi, you." Cam's gives a small smile and greets him back with a "hello" in a small voice I shall say not like her at all. "Anyway," He turn his attention back to me. "We're not in a fair situation here, you know my name but I don't get to know yours."
I'm a little confused at first. Does he really not know my name? This is so hard to believe, but again, it's me we're talking about so everything may be possible. I'm very lazy about this things even because I think it's so embarrassing to ask somebody names. I know what you're thinking, does she get embarrassed with something, but I do. I never know how to ask this so I always expecting someone to say it and then I found out. Crazy, I know, but seriously, people should come with a name tag, this way would save us from this discomfort (for us, I mean ME). I slap my forehead at my stupidity. "God, I'm so lazy. Marjorie." I say stretching out my hand. "Nice to meet you."
"Jacob" He says holding my hand. "Nice to meet you too." And with a last glance he turns around and leave right in the moment the bell rangs.
"How come you've never skated?" Cam says as if it was the most unbelievable thing in the world.
"I have skated." I say grabbing my book from my locker. "I just never ice skated. How did you expect me to? There's no ice where I come from." I think well about what I've said. "I mean, there's ice, but not…"
Cam interrupts me. Frankly, foes that girl has no manners? "Ok, I get it. There's…" And she trailed off. I close my locker door and look at her questioningly, but she has her eyes on somewhere (or might I say) someone else. A group of guys are passing by us, but I can see Cam's eyes are directed to one in special: a black guy, around six feet and short hair. He is talking to his friends and completely oblivious to the fact that a girl was staring intently ay him.
I snap my fingers in front of Cam's face. "Earth to Cam."
She startle and look at me a bit confused as if she doesn't know where she is. What love doesn't do to us? I waggle my eyebrows. "So, is that your boyfriend?" Cam chokes with her own saliva.
"What?" She says in a high-pitched voice. I can see her discomfort and I am pretty sure if her skin wasn't dark her face would be red by now.
"I saw yo staring at him." I say mockingly. "Your mouth was so open I thought you would start to drool at any minute.
"It was not."
"You don't have to lie to me." I say in a voice I expect to be encouraging. "I'm never wrong when it comes down to it. I promise I'll tell no one."
"She exhaled heavily before answering. "I like him, ok? Are you satisfied?" She hisses starting to walk. "But he'll never look at me." I open my mouth to reply, but she cut me off. "He's popular and I'm not. Our universes don't play together." I find it all a bit dramatic, I mean, universe? We're in high school, for God's sake. And who said popular people don't speak with unpopular people, weren't Jake speaking to me? I try tell Cam this, but she cut me off. Again. This is getting old and it's starting to piss me off.
"You're new here. You're still undefined in these status and let's face it, your brother is popular and you already making friends with them so I wouldn't put you in an unpopular group. I, however, am already doomed."
I decide ignore what she said. "Come on, what can be more cliché? Why do you think it can't happen for you? You just have to go for it, girl." I say cheerfully. Generally my optimist words are contagious, but I have no luck this time.
"Cliché does not happen in real life, Marjorie." She speaks with a sad voice and I realize how this conversation make her sad so I decide to change the subject to more happy things, but I don't take this from my mind. I am so up to change Cam's senior year, to the better, of course. I'll fix her social issues, but before I need to fix mine because it isn't very good in the moment. If I get popular I could make Cam be popular for association, right? I'm not very sure, after all Albert is and I'm not, but as Cam said herself is my first day. How bad can it get? Why always we make this question life decide to answer you and the answer is never good?
N.A.:/ Hi folks, I'm sorry for the typos and grammar mistake.
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