Still the First Day: Where Have You Been?

Pellervo walks into the lunch room to be greeted by...

I look out at the sea of tables, looking for Kayla and Angie. They will probably be with their new boyfriends. So, I don't know why I am even trying to find them. If they are sitting at a table, it will be the football table.
The football table is not a table shaped like a football, in case you were wondering. It's the table that all the 'cool' football players sit along with the cheerleaders. If Angie and Kayla are sitting there, I most definitely am not.
And, low and behold! they are at the table, sitting between Rhian and Brian.
I guess I'll go eat my animal crackers in the tech lab then.
It's a painful thing, walking out of a lunchroom alone. Everyone else is chatting with their friends, excited about how the day has gone so far. And here I am, leaving the room and it's cheerful buzz, because my friends are occupied with guys.
As I turn my back on the dreadful room, something splats on the back of my jacket. I hang my head down, wondering if I should even turn around to see who threw the 'food' (s**t with some throw up dribbled on top).
"Ay! Are you going to ignore me, Marco?" A loud guy shouts to me.
"For Christ's sake! It's Markku!" I scream as I turn around to meet the idiot that threw the gloop at my back.
The idiot, I'm assuming, is Brian. He has one arm slung over Kayla's shoulder and the other arm is still in the air from chucking crap at me. Kayla looks furious. Not at Brian, of course not! Kayla is pissed at me for being mad at her gross boyfriend.
"Whatever, Fin, I just want you to know that you can't talk to Kayla Cat anymore. It's bad for her rep, ya know?" Brian says this as if he's doing me a favor.
"Okay, jerk." I shrug as if it doesn't hurt to know that I suck, but deep down I want to cry a little.
Wait, what the hell? I don't cry! This moron isn't going to mess up my day! "By the way, if you don't want Kayla Cat's rep ruined, maybe you shouldn't talk to her either, ya know?" I glance over my shoulder at Brian. I wish looks could f*****g kill.
Away to the tech lab I go. I'll probably mess with the computers or check my email because nothing is blocked in the tech lab because it runs off it's own router. Hopefully no one else will be in there, because as I screw around on the computers I'm going to have to clean up my jacket. The acid from the throw up food might burn through the fabric.
I reach into the pocket and open the bag of animal crackers. One by one I take out the defenseless little bread creatures and eat them alive. Muahaha! I feel like the conqueror of ALL! Not really, it's just fun to eat animal crackers. I can have a little childish imagination, can't I?
From the outside of the door I can hear people in the tech lab. I hesitate with my hand on the doorknob. Who would be in here instead of the lunchroom? Wait... People like me, absolute losers. Why do I have to lose, a reputation? Nope. So, lets go.
I open the door slowly and peek in. Four guys sit in chairs staring intently at computer screens. They look like their lives depend on whatever in on those monitors. One of them furiously smashes on the keyboard before calling out in defeat. He runs his fingers through his messy brown hair and looks away from the screen, and straight at me.
I quickly close the door and try to leave. There is something holding me back though. I look down and see the end of my jacket caught in the door. "D****t." I mutter. The doorknob doesn't turn when I try to open it. Somehow it locked as I closed it.
"Someone help, please." I call through the door.
"Busy! Sh!" I get a reply. Great, not only do I have disgusting school food stuck on my clothes, but now I'm stuck to the tech lab door. How can the day get worse?
By me falling into the person that opens the door to help me, that's how. When the door opens, I suddenly don't have it there to lean on, and I go stumbling into the guy with the messy brown hair. This isn't the nice, cliche thing where he catches me and we stare into each others' eyes and it's love at first sight. (Which would be gross, by the way.)
No! This twit drops me! He steps to the side. I smash my face into his arm and them fall down. "Thanks." I mumble into the cheap sandpaper carpeting.
"Sorry, I didn't think you would fall." He doesn't do anything to help me up.
One of his friends says "Nice jacket, did it come with the nasty s**t on the back?"
So, even the geeks can make fun of me. Fantastic, huh?
"Ignore Chaz, he's a d****e." The twit that dropped me finally does something to help me. That thing he does to help me is pick up one of my animal crackers that fell out of my pocket and eat it. "One less to clean later." He says when I give him a strange look.
"Mike, we are starting a new game, get over here." One of the others turns his head to face messy-brown-hair-guy, but keeps his eyes on the computer monitor.
I sit up and look at the four of them. "What are you playing?" I ask.
"Dead Space, but you've probably never head of it before." The guy that made fun of my messy jacket just rolls his eyes.
"Dead Space is one of the most epic games ever..." I respond. The four of them turn to face me. I want to walk out the door then and there, their eyes on me makes me want to sink into the floor.
"What?" I ask.
"You play Dead Space?" The one that hasn't said anything speaks.
"Uhm... Yes?" I answer.
"Holy. S**t." Messy Hair mutters as if I told him the answer to life itself.
"A girl that plays cool video games... Where have you been?"

Author's Note

Sorry if it cusses too much...

Reviews

[GrandDystopia]

A girl that plays video games, where have they been? haha
Another great chapter, loved the dead space referance, 'tis one epic game.
Everything i liked in the first chapter is present in this one, you don't cuss that much i thought, you used swears well, ha.
Great as always, now if you'll excuse me i am off to play Dead Space:)