“Cute?”

In response, Ming almost purred, “Oh... yes. He has this tight little ass and the cutest smile. And that uniform... meow.”

Sonja and the others couldn’t help giggling as Ming air-clawed the air. Betty leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the table as she stretched out over the table.

“So, you fuck him?”

Ming scoffed, “Na, he’s old. But, teasing him is so much fun. I’ll string him along for a couple of months and find some terrible way of tearing out his heart.”

Betty gasped with joy, “Oh! Are we betting on how he takes it?”

Even as she spoke, Theodora almost jumped to pull out a brand new notebook from her bag. Sonja’s attention was peeked as she watched the others. In a short time, they started to make wagers on how the man would take it. To her growing discomfort, the “betting” took a downward spiral, ranging from crashing his squad car to committing suicide the next day. Ming’s attitude brightened as Theodora wrote down each one, like the brainstorming of a research paper.

“Sonja, what do you think is going to happen?”

“Uh... I don’t know, he gets depressed?”

“Silly, Ming is better than that. The last teacher she did this to ended up taking retirement almost five years early.”

Sonja almost choked on her food, “A teacher?”

All four girls nodded and Sonja felt a shiver down her spine.

“Wow...”

Betty patted her on the hand, “So, come up with a bet.”

“Uh... what are you wagering?”

“Silly things. Winner gets a favor from everyone else.”

Automatically, Sonja glanced at Marisha who was grinning, a smoldering look in her eyes as she gazed back at her. She felt another shiver down her spine. “I... how about getting committed for insanity?”

The others gasped and clapped, “Good one!”

Theodora wrote it down with a flourish just as the period bell rang out through the lunchroom. Amidst the sounds of chairs scraping on the ground and students staggering to their feet. Sonja gathered up her things and stood up into a hug from Betty. The warm embrace surprised her and she tensed up, her shoulders aching from the sudden pressure. The blonde whispered into her ear with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I like you, but not the same as Marisha. Good luck.”

And, with another friendly smile that left Sonja confused, Betty disappeared into the crowds. Blinking, she was even more surprised when Marisha pressed up next to her, speaking softly with just her hips touching Sonja’s. “Don’t be surprised with Betty, she isn’t into girls but she is very friendly. But, be careful about pissing her off. She’s is a hurricane when she’s pissed.”

Unsure how to respond to the second girl pressing against her, Sonja turned to look into the brown eyes, “How do I avoid that?”

Marisha smiled warmly, “Enjoy the ride, Sonja. And don’t mind if she gets a little bossy.”

Marisha leaned forward and for a brief moment, Sonja thought she was going to be kissed. But, a flicker of amusement mixed in with the obvious lust. Instead, she just winked.

“I hope I win, Sonja.”

And then Sonja was left alone in the emptying lunchroom.

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The sixth period took too long to ooze into the day. When Sonja managed to cross the entire school, she barely made it into the door when the final bell rang out across the school. She glanced around the room, at the bright yellow counters and the individual workstations, complete with stoves and cabinets. In the center was six tables, five of them already filled with chatting girls and a pair of boys. Most of them looked like they were sophomores.

At the far end of the room was a massive counter in front of stoves and ovens. And old woman, covered in wrinkles and hunched over with time, stood there, paging through a cookbook in obvious annoyance.

“You must be Miss Bremus.” Her voice, scratching and annoyed, filled the room and the conversations slowed down in the room.

Sonja nodded. “Yes, madam.”

Ms. Dawson shook her head, “I can’t write you up for being late, Miss Bremus, but I do expect you to be sitting down when the final bell rings. And I also expect role call to be finished at the final bell, otherwise you will be marked late next time.”

Sonja sighed and nodded, “Yes, madam.”

“And don’t call me madam, young lady, I have a name. It is Ms. Dawson.” The old woman emphasized the “Ms.” with a z-sound. She gestured to the sixth table, where only one girl was sitting. To Sonja’s surprise, it was the girl next to her locker, the girl with mousy brown hair and the clearest blue eyes. The girl looked away as Sonja set her books down and sat on the opposite side of the table.

“Hello... I’m Sonja.”

The girl didn’t respond, but Ms. Dawson’s voice snapped out, “And I prefer silence, Miss Bremus. Miss Jemmlar at least understands that.”

Ms. Dawson pronounced it as “gem-lar”, but the girl didn’t do anything other than look in the other direction, almost bashful. Closing her mouth, Sonja spent the final period, ninety minutes, listening to the basics of cooking mixed with with various tangents and history lessons. It felt like finally reaching the surface of the ocean when the bell rang out to signal the end of the class. By the time Sonja gathered up her stuff, the Jemmlar girl was already gone.

Interest piqued, Sonja worked her way to her locker.

The girl was there, almost done throwing her things into the back.

“Hi!”

For a brief moment, the girl looked at her, bright blue eyes almost shining. Then she looked away, like a dog who was beaten. Sonja frowned as she spun the dial of her own locker.

“What did you think of Ms. Dawson?”

A very soft answer came to her, quiet with a dash of southern comfort, “It is Miss Dawson.”

For a moment, Sonja didn’t realized that the girl spoke. Her fingers reached up to move the locker door away, to look down at the girl who was kneeling while she organized the books in the bottom of her own locker. “Pardon?”

“Miss Dawson, she was never married.”

“Even with her cooking?”

A very faint chuckle, “Her cooking is probably the only thing good about her.”

Sonja let a smile cross her lips, “And how would you know?”

The girl finally looked up at her, still kneeling on the ground. Sonja felt her breath freeze in her chest as she stared into the clear blue eyes that looked back. It was almost like looking in pure sapphires, cut out of the purest crystal.

“My father sells the meat in town. She is one of our largest customers.”

“Customer?”

A very faint smile crossed the girl’s lips. Sonja realized that the girl was pale, almost white. Nothing like most of the tanned students in the school.

“She runs a catering business at night. Small business actually, dinners mainly.”

Sonja started to say something, but the girl glanced down the hall and saw something. She followed the gaze to see Betty working her way through the departing crowds. When she looked down, the mousy girl was done.

That seems to happen a lot in the school.

Pushing the thought aside, she threw her own books into her locker just as Betty stopped near by, the scent of her perfume strong enough to push back the smell of humanity.

“Sonja! Hurry up, I want you to meet Rick, he’s going to be the captain of the soccer team.”

Even though she suddenly didn’t feel like it, Sonja smiled broadly. “Sure.”

Closing her locker, she let Betty take her by the hand and lead her down the hall.

“You probably want to avoid Meris, though. She’s not the kind of person you want to be associated with.”

“Meris?”

Betty gestured to the locker next to hers, the mousy brown girl’s. "Yeah, her father is one of those butchers in town, nasty man, drinks a lot. Not to mention, they have don’t have much money. And she isn’t even the slightest bit popular or pretty. Kind of a skank, if you know what I mean... well, if any guy would poke that cunt."

The blonde too charge and lead Sonja down the stairs. “You are going to love Rick, he’s perfect for you. Oh, that reminds me, cheerleader tryouts for next week. With me, you’re a sure thing.”

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