Sweet
I had seen her in the cafeteria a thousand times before. Everyone had. She paraded through, each day, with her entourage of cheerleader pals behind her. Close enough to be noticed as with her, but not too close. So, only she was in the sun. All the girls wanted to be her. Even the ones who acted like they were too cool to be envious. And the boys? They all wanted to fuck her. Every last one of them. Even the gays, I'm sure, would dip in that pool just this once. I think she has a sugar candy pussy. That's the rumor.
It's not that she's a slut. At least, not according to the online rumor mill. She's just popular. I know, I know. Isn't that the same thing? I guess, in this case, no. Still... you can count the adolescent hard-ons in the caf' this day. Mine included. Yeah, my brain thinks she is probably a superficial, airhead. But, my dick says different. Can't help it. So, ever so slowly, she peers over her lunch tray. Piercing blue eyes searching her lowly subjects out. She pauses. Tongue licks her pink glossed lips. She turns to me then. (Big shocker, as the school's self-appointed brooding loser I'm sitting alone.) She nods gently. A silent statement. She's intending to sit with me! I look her dead in the face and loudly declare (on behalf of all high school "nobodies" everywhere) "Sorry, no room at this table!"
In my head, there's applause. In the caf', however, everyone (literally, everyone!) looks at me with a combination of awe and disgust. No matter. That's when I see her- the almighty social goddess- dab at her eye. Despite her feeble attempt, a tear escapes. She dashes to the bathroom then, pocketbook dangling from her arm. Before the cheerleader entourage can follow in, the sound echos. A single gunshot. The applause in my head is silenced.