Angry Tigress

Kiera's POV




You could hear a pin drop. They stared at me in shock and I stared back aghast. What in god's name was I to do now? 

 At Littlerock high school, we had some unwritten rules as well. For example, everyone knew that the best table right in the middle of the cafeteria only belonged to the soccer players and their darling cheerleaders. Even if for some unforeseen reason -like when the coach lost his mind and made the soccer team practice an entire afternoon- no one in the entire school would dare brush their hands against the table let alone be brave enough to sit down there. It would seem the same is true for St. Patrick. In my school, making a level 3 faux pas like that made you the number one target of all the bullies in school aka the jocks, their cheerleader girlfriends and all their popular friends or any idiot that wanted to join the popular peeps -so basically everyone in school. 

Perhaps the private and obviously exclusive dining area was only for the governor or mayor’s daughter? Definitely, only someone with political clout could have this much priveldge in a fucking high school. But that knowledge only compounded my problem, especially when I saw a slow, malicious smirk gracing the faces of some students. They  knew I was about to be annihilated by the creme de la creme of their school and they were readying for the bloodbath to begin. Some even turned their chairs to face me and sat down with crossed legs, waiting for the show to start. If I walked away now with the entire school looking on, I was going to become the laughing stock and even worse, I was going to become a social pariah.

But going up there was bound to have the same result and a possible wash down from a vapid, entitled brat.

What to do? My bravery was like mother’s morning tea, it only occurred once a day and I just used up my only batch of it when I walked through the cafeteria.

I had no other choice though. Retreat or marching forward will have the same result, so I might as well complete my faux pas. 

Steeling myself as much as I could, I turned back to the stairs and placed the first foot on it. Some gasped and others chuckled, everyone whispered excitedly. Fucking monsters. 

There were twenty steps to get to the top. I know this because I counted each step that took me to my doom. 

The first thing I saw was the freaking floor to ceiling window, another beverage  stand, what looked like a bartender's station -Uncle Martin had had one set up just like this for his end of the year party- and several leather chairs in small circles and a round glass table in the middle. 

Was I still in school? I doubted it because this looked more like one of those insanely expensive restaurants Frank likes to take us and the captain’s family too on a holiday weekend. 




“Hey fatty, what are you doing here?” A boy built like a tank rumbled loudly with what could only be the meanest glare anyone has ever directed at me. 




“I-I am sorry. I was searching for my friend and I thought that she might be here…” 




“She's not. We don't have any losers here. Now get lost.” I could hear some students giggling, both downstairs and here. Psychos, the whole lot of them.




I gulped, nodded in understanding and turned around to do exactly that. 




“Kiera!” Sarah’s bubbly voice yelled out from somewhere. I whirled back to find her hurrying towards me, a confused smile on her lips. “I was beginning to think you would never show. Did you get lost?” 




“Sorry I didn't know exactly where to look for you. You only told me where the cafeteria was.” You forgot to tell me there was a freaking exclusive table where you ate. 




“Wait, you know this fatso?” Tank man interjected incredulously. 




“That was rude Jared. Apologize. Now.” Sarah ordered with a flinty gaze.




“Colin already told you to stop inviting every dick, Harry and Tom to the lounge. How's it going to be exclusive if anyone can waltz in when they feel like it?” Jared whined. 




“I'm certain I just told you to apologise to my friend.” Sarah replied with steel in her voice. 

I gaped at my bubbly friend now replaced by this angry tigress who was ready to do damage.

 

“.....Especially losers like her. Can't you see what she is wearing? Where'd you get that, a Target store?” He continued, speaking over Sarah like he hadn't heard her. 




I was wearing one of the nicer clothes I'd bought at the boutique near the train station but it still felt washed out next to Jared and Sarah. Jared was wearing a black leather jacket and what appeared to be brown and black baggy trousers and a white loafer, all of which I was certain ran into thousands of dollars. Even Sarah had her blonde hair packed into a ponytail, an expensive silver earring, matching necklace and a small white top and floral skirt, all of which managed to be casual and expensive all at once. 

In short, they both looked ready for the runway and way too overdressed for school. My money was definitely on the politician parents. 




“I will deal with Colin. I’m still not hearing the apology.” Her voice was still devoid of emotion and her glare only intensified. 




“Sorry.” Jared grumbled. He turned and walked away from us with his head hanging low. 

Sarah was probably half the size of jared. He was bigger than the both of us combined and taller than Sarah and with a simple glare, she had turned him into a whimpering dog. 




Who the hell was Sarah? “You….” I didn’t get to finish my sentence. 




“Don’t worry about him.” She waved airily, dismissing my concern. “C’mon! Lunch is almost over and you’ve yet to eat.” I doubted I could push any meal past the rock in my throat but she wasn’t really asking for my opinion. 




True to form, Sarah took my hand and dragged me along with her. I was beginning to get the sense that I was going to get dragged around….a lot. Can’t say I mind it. 

We came to a table sitting four people and another two empty seats. There were two boys and two girls. One boy had dark hair and the other was a brunette. 

The brunette had piercing blue eyes hidden behind his glasses that made him look hot in a nerdy kind of way. The other boy was your typical American boy next door. He had nice asymmetrical features that all worked perfectly to make him handsome but not so much he stood out. The girl sitting next to him was a tall beauty with golden skin. She also bore certain similarities to Sarah. I wondered if they were related. 

The other girl was Celyn.