The New Girl

Chapter Five

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Chapter Five

(Scott’s POV)

I twirl the necklace around my finger as I walk out to my car to leave for lunch. I pull open the door and slide in. Just as I’m shutting the door, a hand snakes between it and holds it in place. I glare up at the person keeping me from Burger King.

Chloe stands there, her unnaturally pink lips stretched in a Cheshire Cat smile. Her bleached blonde hair is teased to that it puffs six inches high on her head.

“Going somewhere, Scottie?” She asks, batting thick lashes.

“Lunch,” I grunt.

“I’ll come with you.” She struts around the car to the passenger side and climbs in.

I groan. “Chloe, you should really l—”

Chloe cuts me off with an excited squeal. “Aw, Scottie! You shouldn’t have!”

I raise an eyebrow at her as I back out of the parking lot.

She points to the necklace that’s wrapped around my palm, bouncing in her seat. “Oh my God! I can’t believe you got me a present!”

“It’s not—” I begin to shoot her down but she cuts me off again.

“Of course it’s a big deal!” She screeches. “Thank you so much, baby!”

Chloe rips the locket from my hand and plants a kiss on my cheek. She immediately unclasps it and fastens it around her neck. It nestles against her throat and shines as the sunlight catches the diamonds. It looks nice on her, but she doesn’t look anywhere near as pretty as Jordin. Whereas the heart-shaped locket snuggled into her throat and created an elegant glow on her skin, it just falls like a rock against Chloe’s neck.

I park my car outside the nearest Burger King and get out, not waiting for Chloe to follow. I just meander into the building and head straight to the counter. Chloe prances after me, her nose wrinkled in disgust. I order my food and wait for it to come up.

As I’m leaning against the counter, waiting for my food, I notice a flash of red out of the corner of my eye. I look over to the right and see that Jordin is seated in a booth with the captain of the dance team, Ollie Watson. The corners of my lips twitch as I see her take a huge bite of a whopper burger and then slurp down a large gulp of soda. Then I look at Chloe and notice her nibbling on the end of a granola bar and sipping a bottle of water delicately. I roll my eyes. What a priss.

The guy at the counter calls my number and I take the tray with my food. Jordin hasn’t noticed me yet, so I slide into the booth behind her. Chloe makes sure to stay right on my heels and sits across from me. When I’m certain Jordin’s completely unaware, I quietly turn around in my seat.

I put a finger to my lips and gesture for Ollie to not give me away. She gives me a quick look that confirms her agreement. I slowly bend down so that my lips are just a centimeter away from Jordin’ ear. I bite my lip as a chuckle threatens to escape. With one last second of bracing myself, I draw a breath and blow into Jordin’s ear.

She gasps and soda sprays out of her open mouth. Ollie howls in laughter and shakes in her side of the booth. Jordin whirls around to face me, her lips forming a small ‘o.’ I’m laughing, too, and I can’t stop myself from chortling uncontrollably. Her expression of surprise quickly turns to one of furiousness and she glares at me.

“How could you do that?!” She exclaims, wipes her lips with the back of her hand.

“It…was s-so…f-funny!” I say between spurts of laughter.

Jordin crosses her arms over her chest. “Well, it was rude.”

I place a hand on her shoulder, silent laughter still reverberating inside of me. “Sorry, Flame,”

Her angry expression softens. She smiles at me. Jordin’s chocolate eyes then dart from my face to behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see that Chloe’s eyes are locked with Jordin’s. I look back at Jordin and see that her lips are drawn in a frown. They continue their “telepathic” conversation for a second before breaking the staring contest. Jordin seems defeated as she nods and me and then stands up.

“Ollie, we should leave,” she mutters.

Ollie gives her a knowing look, flashes me an apologetic grin, and then follows Jordin out of the restaurant. I watch as they get into Ollie’s car and drive away. I turn back to Chloe and notice her victorious smirk.

“Oh, good,” her smirk widens. “It was getting too crowded in here.”

My fist clenches under the table. “She’s nice. Leave her alone.”

“Aw, come on, Scottie,” she flutters her eyelashes. “You like me more.”

I don’t protest this time, it’s not worth it. Chloe settles back in her side of the booth triumphantly and crosses her arms over her chest. I furrow my brows, wondering what had gone on between this perky cheerleader and my sweet Jordin. But, the more I think about it, the answer is so obvious.

Chloe obviously warned Jordin away from me.

(Jordin’s POV)

We sit in awkward silence on the ride back to school. Ollie had tried to make polite conversation the first half of the ride, but gave up once she realized I wasn’t going to answer.

I stare out the window, my hands clasped in my lap. Chloe had just glared me down and basically forced me out of the store. And she didn’t even say anything. Why am I giving in to her wrath so easily? I mean, it’s not like she’s the boss of me.

The problem is just my past. After what happened at my last school, I don’t want to go through that eternal embarrassment again. I’d rather just lay low and not be torn down from the top again. Cheerleaders and jocks are all the same, they only care about popularity.

But it’s not our staring contest that ran me out, it’s the necklace strung around her throat. It was the same locket that Scott had given to me just last period. And he’s already moved on to her? That just proves my theory about popular jocks—they’re selfish, cocky, pig-headed jerks.

I mean, he had seemed so sincere when he handed that little wrapped box to me. He only wanted me to forgive him. But I refused to accept the gift and still forgave him. And now he’s re-gifted the necklace to a cheerleader that threatened me to stay away from him. How am I not surprised?

It was expected. What would a popular, good-looking guy want to do with a nobody loser like me? I don’t even know why he apologized to me, it’s not like it would get him anywhere. So it’s obvious why he handed the locket over to Chloe. She seems to like him, so they’re a perfect fit.

Well, there you go, Chloe. He’s yours now. I don’t like him, anyway. Why would I? Well, there’s the answer; I wouldn’t.

So why do I feel like crying?  

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