Lunch room Drama

The grayish colored square meat in the sandwich was perhaps a little more gray than it should have been today. Two choices lay before me. Food poisoning equaling a welcome escape to the nurses office, or continue to sit through the soap opera unfolding before me.

Her name is Annica and mine is..... it doesn't really matter. The point is up until three weeks ago I was blissfully mooching off my parents and floating along my senior year. Now my greatest ambition is to  graduate Highschool quickly, quietly, and as soon as possible. The last three weeks of the YA romance novel blossoming before my eyes has become a deep inconvenience in my life. 

Annica with her Bambi eyes, beautiful and empty, I envied her so much. Her lack of connection to reality could only be evolution having mercy on her poor soul. As they say, ignorance is bliss. She of course was our doomed heroine, birthed by some mysterious circumstances, destined for greatness, and the accursed love triangle. Lead one being the sad eyed beautiful blond boy. Town hero and goody goody. Lead two was mysterious, with side bangs in his eyes and the sharpy eye liner. Brain cells cry their last with every hair flip. 

Today's episode begins with who shall she sit with for lunch. Since the tables aren't giant long benches or anything and she does not have two sides to accommodate seating, there can be no peace and the entire lunch room must know it. 

Annica's perfect cupid bow lips shape the name, "Chad."

Wait, no, that can't be right. Chad? No his name is....Adam? Arron? Adrian?.... We'll come back to that. I'll sneak a peek at the attendance chart in fourth hour, for I have the....honor, of their company in all my classes. 

"What's the matter?" She aggressively blinked up at...the blond one. 

"Meaningless nonsense to dodge the actual problem" He said.

Teenage boys and their mumbling. If only I could turn on real life subtitles. 

"Snippy comment about blondies intelligence, cloaked in fake concern, " The other boys says from beneath his bangs. Are they getting longer? 

Increasingly more aggressive jabs made over Annica's head which of course was a head and half below theirs, because the height difference trope must be acknowledged. 

Annica steps in to confront the bad boy, further instilling his love for her for no one stands up to him like that.

Goody goody has his manliness questioned but stops breathing when Annica places a gentle yet some how firm hand on each of their chests to push them away from each other. 

Que the tiny quiet girl carrying her precariously large school diorama through the battle arena. I mourned the work and effort about to be fodder for to the drama. The key prop in this scene. 

Blondie sways back and his giant arm, for he was the Allstar of every sports team, smacks the project. It then lands perfectly in the pan of questionable potatoes in the serving line. which flies and somehow lands only on me. 

I know what you're thinking, it should have landed on the heroine, some how we have to have a wardrobe scene with the choice of offered jackets, leather or letterman. 

It was in that moment as they rushed over, that abject horror washed over me. I gazed up in silent rage and sent a promise into the universe. Make me your heroine and I will see this world burn upon the ashes of your tropes. 

In the only moment of true clarity that I have ever had I stood and willed the floor to swallow me up. 

For some strange reason I could actually understand the words they were using to address me. 

"Are you," dramatic pose, "alright?" his bangs swished.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry, here take my jacket." He offered, his warm eyes sparkling.... sparkling?!?!?!

"I would rather perish in a dumpster fire." I said backing away. I felt Dereck chuckle as I bumped into him. 

I screamed, not for fear of him, but I could feel the trope closing in around me. Adrian and Dereck had names and I KNEW them. Dereck raised a rather impressive eyebrow beneath his somehow handsome bangs??? Adrian's hands were warm as he pulled me back from falling. 

"NO, no, no, no, no!" I pulled away form them both pointing as accusing finger. "Stop that and get away from me!" 

I turned to run. I knew I had only one chance, but all hope died as the words "Isabell watch out!" left both their lips at the same time.

Named, noticed,  my fate was sealed. Which is why when the rubber football thumbed into my head, my world went black. 

To be continued in the nurses office.....