Our Table

NO. WAY. IN. HELL.

I never in my life thought I'd be looking at what I was looking at in that moment.
For I don't know how long, I was simply shocked. Nothing came out of my mouth, I didn't move a single muscle.
And then, just like that, I snapped.

"Eh.Ma.Gawd! What is this?? Do they have a death wish??"
The rest of the TPC nodded in agreement, even though they were all still in half zombie mode.

We were looking to our table, the one we had sat on for the past 3 years, which was in the exact same spot where our usual table at OCD had been.
Only now, we weren't the ones sitting there.
The Dress Up Club was, happily sipping on their mango and orange smoothies.

"I can't believe they took the 5mins we were in the WC to take our spot from us!! That's OUR table!! It's sacred!" Alicia sounded half mad, half scared.
Never ever had anyone ever dared to sit in our table without our permission. Much less take over it!

All of a sudden I realized I had all eyes on me.
I looked around and everyone was starring back and forth between us and the Fake Up Club, expecting to see what we would do. This was a crucial moment.
If we let them there, we would lose our reputation forever. If we tried to get them outta there, and weren't successful, it would be even worst.
It was already Thursday, and next week would be the last week of school. We could nawt be remembered forever like LBRs!! NEVER!
We (specially me) worked so hard to get here! This was nawt happening... I wasn't going to let it.

I looked around, and spotted just what I needed.
I walked over to a table near where we were standing, took the chocolate milk packet out of a blond's hands, who's name I never cared enough to learn, and walked over to our table, momentarily occupied.
The PC was standing right behind me, following my lead as usual. As I walked, I could feel everyone eyes following my every move. I kept my chin up, my shoulders back, and a devilish smirk on my face. It let everyone know I was about to do something, and whoever I would do it to wouldn't be happy.

"Excuse me, this table is already occupied."
"Yeah, by us. Can't you tell?" Lola looked up at me with a fake 'I'm innocent' look. I wouldn't buy it even if it had a Chanel label.
"I will be nice for once, and simple tell you to go. So, go."
"Listen Mass, we got here first, k? So, if anyone should go, that person if you! So, as you said, go!" She smiled, probably thinking she had won. Foolish girl.
"Firstly, only my friends call me Mass, which makes you prohibited to call me that. Secondly, I would never in my life take orders from a major EW, or anyone else for that matter. And thirdly, you forget something, mini not-me, my hair isn't blond. You can't even play your part as a wanabee well, how sad... but here, I'll help you!" I took the chocolate milk packet I'd been hiding behind my back all of that time, and quickly poured it over her (almost) perfectly straight hair.

"Oh my god!!!!" She screamed, jumping out of the table and splattering chocolate milk all over her little friends... To my delight.
"I can't believe you did that!!" Lola started to cry. Win!
"Are you ok? Oh god!" the fake Leesh (Martina, was it?) jumped to help her friend, and so did all of the others.
"Let's take her to the bathroom, now!" the one who was supposed to be their Kris said, and led the way.

"Miss, over here please!" I called the cleaning lady, who had just entered the cafeteria.
She cleaned the milk of the table, and we all sat like nothing had happened, with huge and bright smiles lighting up all of our perfectly highlighter faces.
I took time to look around, letting my eyes stop for a couple of seconds on every single table. I could see the increased respect I had just earned.
No one would, ever again, dare to play a stunt like that.

And if they did well... We were ready.

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Well well well, so they though they could challenge me!

Puh-lease, I'm too good for them!

Do you think this was the last try of the Fake Up (oh, right, Dress Up) Club to take the PC's spot??

It better be! For their sake, ofc...

Anyway, I'll be back next week with more good stories, so stay tuned!

And soon, it'll be Summer break (finally!!), so expect lots and lots of fun and dangerous adventures from your favorite girls!!

(oh, and don't forget to check the CSOTU and the Lip Of The Week)

- M.B.