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[7] Table Talk

 [7] Table Talk

"Yeup, it's official, the dude totally hates me." Massie disclosed to the group of girls at the lunch table.

Like yesterday, the topic of the day was the Cult Boys, and she easily assumed that group was often spoken about no matter where she went. Even Massie couldn't help herself. Dang, those boys just demanded attention.

"That sucks, you just got here and already you have Sebastian angry at you? I would feel so depressed." A blonde sympathized, yet Massie could tell the chick was all too happy the new girl didn't catch his attention. Or his good side for that matter.

Massie didn't pay mind to the fake pity she was getting, someway or another she would get to sit at that group's table. It would be a work and progress. Maybe in three months? That's enough to get cozy with the rest of the pack. If she played her cards right she wouldn't even have to get to Sebastian's good side, just everyone elses. So far her and Jordan were headed the right direction. Speaking of Jordan. . .

"I know. But Jordan and I totally hit it off. We were flirting in math class," Massie boasted innocently. She wasn't even interested in Jordan, but she wanted to let blondie know she wasn't being completely ignored by the Cult. Massie knew that once she gained the whole crews friendship, Sebastian would have no other choice but to talk to her. 

"I wouldn't take it too seriously. Jordan and Noah are known for their frequent flirting. The moment they see one of their group they drop you like a hot potato," countered the same blonde.

Massie forced herself to contain a glare that was pushing to be aimed at the scrawny girl. Especially since she was right. Once Jayden call him, he was out.

"Could be, I haven't experienced that yet," Massie replied, lying flawlessly.

"Hmph, you will soon enough," the blonde mumbled irritated, loud enough for her to hear. What was this chick's name again? Massie was pretty sure it started with an A, or something similar.

"Of course you would know Emily," commented Emma.

Emma's remark earned some shared snickers about the table. Gauging by everyone's reaction, Massie guessed Emily had been dropped by those boys more times then she could count. However, the purple-eyed princess was more horrified by the thought that they actually flirted with her. Granted, she was cute, but she looked like a 17-year-old trapped in a 12-year-old body. Those guys were men. They needed a woman. Such as herself!

"They do any sports?" Massie asked, eyeing Noah as he threw his empty plastic tray in the trash.

She couldn't help but notice how well in shape all of them were. Even Keisha, the girl she bumped into the first day of school had a bit of muscle to her.

Emma shook her head. "Nope. I'm guessing they work-out outside of school. Although. . . I've never seen them in the town gym. Must be the genes then," she hypothesized.

Massie almost rolled her eyes. No genes could make a guy look this great. Especially a group of guys such as these. No, something was definitely going on with those boys, and she was determined to find out.

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Study Hall had to be the most boring period Massie had all day. She couldn't annoy the teachers with her outbursts, there were no cute guys to flirt with—at all— and the person beside her found the need to sniff up the buggers clogged up his nose every 20 seconds, yes, she had counted. Two minutes and six sniffs later Massie finally cracked. She got up and asked the supervisor for permission to go to the bathroom. He merely waved her off, too preoccupied with a book titled Fruit Cup to pay mind to her.