Capítulo 3 LUFER 2

Happy Reading, Ayme

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Brakh..

A girl in the corner of the class jumped like she'd just been shot-thanks to the door being violently thrown open. Two girls, each rocking their own version of a fashion disaster, strutted toward her like they were on some low-budget runway.

The bell had just rung for break time. Naturally, the entire school population stampeded toward the cafeteria to feed their starving inner tape worms.

But not this girl. Nope. Meya decided the desk was her best friend today, face-down, mentally logged out.

"Yo Mey! Let's hit the caf!" one of them chirped a little too happily.

Meya raised an eyebrow. Just one. Confused much?

Since when?

Since when did these two girl-boss wannabes have any reason to enter Class 10 Science 3? Let alone invite her to lunch? They weren't close. They weren't even regular friends.

"Not interested," she replied flatly, eyes scanning the duo in front of her.

"Oh c'mon! Let's eat! I'm starving-and I've got tea to spill," Pirteya whined, her uniform still looking like she lost a fight with a tornado.

"I'll pay, let's gooo!" Lana immediately grabbed Meya's arm.

So Meya, half-dead and not at all enthusiastic, dragged herself up and joined the two hellspawn in heels.

Correction: nothing graceful about them.

"Hey, wanna join our club?" Oh, so the fox still hadn't given up, huh?

Meya shook her head slowly, eyes cast down as they passed classrooms on their way to the courtyard.

"You could chant till your lips fall off and this brick wall still won't budge, Pit," Lana grumbled with stunning accuracy.

"Why won't you join, huh? You broke or something?" Pirteya snapped.

"Wait, you gotta pay to be in cheerleading?" Meya squinted up, genuinely confused. This was news.

"Just for hanging out and stuff. Y'know, bonding time."

"You guys trying to cheer or host rave parties?" Meya mumbled.

"What the actual-?!" Lana practically screeched.

"Meya! I can go savage too, you know!" Pirteya hollered like she was auditioning for a reality show.

Meya just sighed. Again. Dealing with these two was like babysitting caffeinated raccoons.

Her eyes scanned forward. The cafeteria was chaos, as expected on a Wednesday. Students of every class year packed into the giant open space-basically the size of a football field. What a prestigious school, filled with such fine examples of humanity.

"I'll pay later, sir!"

"Boss, one warm iced tea please!"

"Lemme pay in installments, boss!"

"Hey, can I get this for free?"

So many voices bombarded Meya's ears. And then her eyes locked-unfortunately-with someone standing at a stall. Someone looking at her like she was beneath him.

"Meya!" someone shouted, but she didn't respond. She was mentally spiraling.

Should she follow Lana and Pirteya? Or just go back to class and dodge her fiancé's crap attitude.

Yes, fiancé. Let that sink in.

"Over here!"

Her eyes narrowed as she caught the arrogant guy mouthing something her way. Was he seriously summoning her?

"Uh-oh, dumbass alert. Your oppressor is calling," Pirteya muttered, going full sprint. Her heart pounded at the sight of Kane, the so-called king of Rusheu High.

"Pretend you didn't see him, damn it!" Lana hissed, grabbing Meya and dragging her to the farthest table possible-as far from Kane and his demon squad as they could manage.

"What are you doing? I was gonna go to Kane," Meya tried to stand, but Lana yanked her down like a security rope at a crime scene.

"Do not go play maid to that spoiled brat. You're too pretty to be someone's doormat," Lana snapped through gritted teeth.

"She's right! I will not let my new friend become that jerk's servant!" Pirteya nodded fiercely.

Meya? Another sigh. Loud this time. Kane was exhausting. Rude. And unfortunately, her arranged fiancé.

If she didn't play nice, he'd snitch on her to Jodytama.

"Just stay here and behave, okay? Future sugar baby," Pirteya stood.

"Alright Lana, let's get food. My little worms are starving."

"You're pregnant, Pir?"

Pirteya froze. Meya's chaotic neutral question earned some chuckles from nearby tables.

"WHAT THE HELL, MEY?! I'M NOT PREGNANT! And if I were, it'd be your fault, you psycho!" Pirteya's face was red as a tomato.

"I'm a normal girl, Pir." Meya mumbled.

"You're nuts, you know that?! Whatever, I'm ordering first. My tape worms are literally screaming. Bye!"

And off she stomped.

"Don't mind her tantrums. What do you want, Mey? I'll order for you. Oh, but can I borrow cash? Totally forgot my wallet, teehee."

Meya rolled her eyes hard enough to spot her past lives. Wordlessly, she handed over a red bill. Lana took it like she'd just been gifted a car.

"I'll get you strawberry juice and flat noodles, okay?"

"Okay, bestie. Stay here and DON'T MOVE." Lana warned like she was leaving a toddler behind.

Meya sat there, fingers fidgeting, heart pounding-not because of love, please-but because someone was walking toward her with purpose.

Brakhh..

"Are you deaf, you bitch? My man's calling you, you troll!"

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TO BE CONTINUED