alternate_girls (alternate_girls) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-24 11:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | brayden bale, camille blake-benoit, place: la, ~mac king |
Who: Mac and Camille, and then Brayden
Where: Regan High Cafeteria
When: Lunchtime - Wednesday, March 24
It was oddly enough when noon time rolled around and Mac found herself walking into the lunchroom that she didn't seek out a table tucked away in a corner where most wouldn't have noticed her, but rather chose a table settled in the middle of the cafeteria that had a semi clear view of the entering doors. After what Brayden had said to her the previous day, words which had continually looped thought her mind many times after he had left, Mac, though still a bit hesitant about her decision, was going to take a chance on the whole friendship deal Brayden had offered to her. It had her all shades of nervous, but hopefully once she saw him enter the lunchroom all the nervous flutterings she was feeling would fade. She could only hope that would be the case as she pulled out a chair to sit down at the table placing her bagged lunch in front of her.
Camille walked into the room, with her gaggle of friends, with their nice lunches from their home because who would be so insane as to actually eat the food that this school served? When she walked in, she noticed that weird quite girl with the dark hair (Camille didn't bother to learn the names of the weirdos and freaks) sitting at her table. Oh god forbid. While the table might now be tainted, that could be fixed. First they had to get the girl far away and into her corner like she sat every other day. "Excuse me," she said, walking up to the girl at the table. "You're sitting at our table."
Mac had just unwrapped her sandwich when Camille and her posse strolled up to the table she was sitting at with blonde speaking with that superior tone of her that clearly relayed to others that she felt herself above all others. "I... "Mac's mouth closing as quickly as it opened when she tried to speak. Though an explanation might be sounding clear and sensible in her head the words seemed to get tongue tied when Mac tried getting a voice behind them. That just wasn't going to happen and rather then have herself look more the idiot, Mac silently re-wrapped her lunch and stuffed it back into the paper sack before her chair slid back with the dark haired teen grabbing for her backpack as she stood to her feet ready to scurry away from Camille and her crew.
How lovely, someone who actually knew their place in the food chain. Happy that the girl had moved, Camille quickly sat down after she left and started gabbing with her friends, talking about what Tracey Marks had worn to class today, which was the most atrocious cardigan/skirt combo that she had ever seen.
Mac sighed with a glance back at the table to see Camille and her girls descend on it like vultures. Looking away the teen continued her slow walk toward the corner table which had been her usual eating place since she started attending Regan High. So much for the making of friends thing. The way she saw it Brayden was in Camille's class, clearly out of her league, and she'd just have to resign herself to that fact.