Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“Jesus Christ, just leave me alone!” Lake barks at me as he storms into the cafeteria. He’s playing his part just like we planned.
“Obsessed much?” I call after him.
I glance around the tables and when I spot the Bitch Brigade, I walk over with my newly made gift.
“Hey,” I greet them quietly when I reach the end of the table.
Fia stares daggers at me.
The skin around her eyes and nose is purple and that white bandage really adds to the look.
“What do you want?” Kaylee asks evenly.
“I wanted to say I’m sorry. I was hoping we could all be friends again.”
I set the plate down and wait patiently as the three of them exchange a glance.
“Go fuck yourself,” Fia hisses at me as Elsie hands her a cookie.
With a shrug, I turn and walk away from the table.
I head over to the lunch line then glance at their table as I cross my arms over my chest and shuffle forward.
So far, it seems that the only one indulging is Elsie, but the other two will break soon enough. They seem to share a single braincell as most popular girls do.
When I finally get through the line and to the cash register, I grin when I see the three of them eating the cookies.
Once the transaction is complete, I glance around the room until I spot Lake sitting by himself at a table in the back.
He’s watching them with a look of amusement on his face.
I walk over and sit down next to him, then wave at the Bitch Brigade when I watch them go rigid.
“Now they’ll know who it’s from.”
“Think they’ll tell Bowman?”
“They need to be able to prove it first,” I reply.
“Talk about a shit show waiting to happen,” he jokes as he picks up his sandwich and takes a bite. “What’s your next class?” he asks me between bites.
“I think it’s World Lit.”
“Really? Mine too.”
I poke him in his side and when he looks at me, he starts to laugh. He can see the no nonsense on my face and shrugs, “I just took it up.”
“Oh yeah? When?”
“About five seconds ago.”
I shake my head as I turn my attention back to the Bitch Table.
I don’t know exactly how long it’ll take the laxatives to kick in, but I like to think the way they keep picking up cookies is an homage to my baking skills.
Which reminds me.
“Hey, how old is Eden?”
Lake holds up one finger as he puts his other to his mouth, forming a fist. When he’s done chewing, he reaches for his bottle of water, “She’ll be two next month.”
“Are you having a birthday party?”
“No,” he replies with a laugh. “Besides, I doubt it would even be considered a party with two people.”
“Three.”
“Are you telling me you want to play House?” he asks in amusement.
“No, what I’m saying is that if I can bake cookies, I can bake a cake,” I respond with a shrug.
Lake looks at me for a moment before he stands up and grabs his tray, “I’ll think about it, okay?”