3 Tone It Down

Rachael Point of View:

"There are a total of three lunches," first, second and third lunch," Hannah explains to me about how lunch works in their school. "Seniors are all together, juniors are all together, and sophomores are all together, too. As for freshman, they are scattered which means-"

"Can I get food now?" I interrupt. "I'm hungry, you can tell me all about this later."

"Sure," Hannah replies.

Gym class ended a couple of minutes alone, which means a couple of minutes missing the bitch's ass. We're heading to the cafeteria right now, and we are in the third lunch because we are seniors. What an ass, I want my food earlier.

"So what's for lunch?" I ask.

"It's right there on the board, Newbie," Hannah says, pointing over people's shoulder.

I roll my eyes, "You do realize I'm only 5'4", I can't see over their shoulders."

"Short," Hannah snorts.

"Bitch - wait no, bitch name is already taken," I say.

"Wait what?" Hannah asks.

"Bitch is for the nice ass, bitch," I said.

"Wait what?!" Hannah asks again, but louder.

"Geez, tone it down. I don't want anyone to be suspicious about me," I groan.

"But who?" Hannah asks. "Who is this nice ass, bitch?"

"Nice ass, bitch," I repeat her. "It's -"

"Sup' girls," A tall-muscular brown-headed boy said. "What's up, ladies?"

"The ceiling or the sky," I answered. "What else is up?"

The brown-head boy chuckles, "Ladies being thrown up in the air."

"Austin, stop," Hannah says as she pushes Austin on the chest.

"Ladies being thrown up in the air?" I ask.

"Cheerleaders," Austin said smirking. "Like this co-captain here."

My eyes widen as I look at Hannah, "You do cheer leading?!"

"Yeah..." Hannah says smiling.

"Wow! That's amazing!" I said in admiration. "You're the co-captain?! Who's the captain?"

"Me," says a voice behind me. I don't need to turn around because I know who it is. However, Hannah's facial fell and replace with regret. Her eyes are filled with worries and I know she's looking at the nice ass, bitch.

"Hallelujah, it's you," I say. I look at Samantha, her face still remains motionless, but her jaw is clench tight. I could feel the tight tension between Samantha and Hannah as they stare at each other, no words are being spoken except silence.

So why not I break the tension somehow, I spoke up, "I don't like the vibe we've created here."

Both of the girl's eyes landed on me, I gulp, "Uh...want any chicken nuggets?"

"We're having mash potato with drumsticks today," says Austin. "Not chicken nuggets."

Samantha's cold eyes glare at me before turning away from us. She walks away from us and I took the opportunity to stare at her ass.

"She got a nice ass," I blurt out. Austin looks at me in amazed and Hannah remains quiet.

"What's your name?" Austin asks. I just realized he doesn't know who I am, this is what happens when you're taking your time to admire someone's ass.

"Rachael," I reply.

"Austin," Austin says.

"Yeah I know, I picked it up when Hannah said your name," I say.

"Come on, I'm hungry let's get food," Austin says.

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"This is your last class, AP Physics," Hannah says. She has been quiet after lunch, her eyes look like it's going to cry and she's gloomy. "Bye."

"Hey wait," I say. "Can I have your number?"

"Why?" Hannah ask.

I roll my eyes," I can't just go home today and say, I didn't make any friends."

Hannah chuckles lightly, "Sure."

I give her my phone and she puts it in her number.

"Thanks," I say. "I hope everything between you and Samantha would get better."

"How-how did you know?" Hannah asks.

"Know about what?" I ask.

"That it's about Samantha," Hannah whispers.

"When I was suffocating in the tension between you and Samantha during lunch," I say.

Hannah forces a small smile, "Thanks."

After she disappeared in my sight, I went into the classroom.

"Are you a new student?" The female teacher asks.

"So glad this is my last class, I'm so done with people asking me the same question," I say. She just smiles in response.

I took a seat far back in the corner which I earn many glances from others. Great. Leave. My. Poor. Soul. Alone.

I sat down my backpack and lay my head on the desk, I'm so tired. Now, you must be wondering why I'm not nervous on the first day of school. That's because I'm used to it, my family moves around a lot because it's either my mom got a job change or my dad.

I close my eyes as I wait for the class to start, but someone cleared their throat right next to me.

I looked up and saw nice ass, bitch, her face still remains as a stone. Geez, does she even blank or something.

"What?" I ask in annoyance.

"Get out of my seat," She responded in a robotic voice.

"I don't see your name on it," I say, her icy blue eyes look into mine.

"Get up," She says more sternly now, and I still won't budge.

"We're in high school, nice a-Samantha," I say. Oh geez, nice ass, bitch almost slipped out. "Go and get another seat, for goodness sake."

I got see her bright blue eyes darken with anger, oh hella, she's hot. I know, I'm in deep trouble but hella she's hot.

"Rachael, get up from my seat," Nice Ass, Bitch snarled.

I smirk, "Say it again."

Her eyes remained in mine, our eyes glaring back at each other. I'm not going to get up, I pick this seat and it's mine now. I swear I could see steam coming out of her nostrils. Hot? Yup, pretty hot.

"Rachael, could you please get up from Sam's seat please?" says a soft voice behind her. I tilt my body a bit to see Sarah behind her with a concerned face.

"Fine," I huffed.

"You should've listened to me for the first time," Nice ass, Bitch said more calmly.

I narrowed my eyebrows and glare at her victory face, "You're a fucking bitch, it's just a fucking seat."