“Good, Lia,” said Mrs. Miller. “At least someone knows the material.”
After class, they went to lunch. Before going to the cafeteria Bridget stopped in the restroom just to make sure.
“Wow, Miss Grosstree really laid into you about not knowing the material,” Lia said. “You usually know your stuff. What happened?”
Bridget thought of a quick lie. “You know that book I have with Fabio on the cover?” she asked. “Well I wanted to know if Tilda and Henri got together. They hated each other at the beginning of the book and… Well, I read it instead of Brave New World. So did Henry really come from a test tube?”
“Angela, are you getting senioritis? Even if you already got into college, you will still need to take your AP tests to get college credit for your basic courses.”
“I will read it tonight,” she told her. She guessed it would be no sleep that night. She was going to finish 1984 and start on Brave New World if it killed her.
When they stood in line in the cafeteria, Bridget knew she had been wrong. The bus was not the worse part of school it was the cafeteria food. She took her tray and sat down with Lia.
Lia opened her milk and took a sip. “I didn’t know how far behind you were slipping.”
“Oh relax,” Bridget said. She forked a bite of her spaghetti. “This tastes like prison food,” she said.
“What would you know of prison food?” ask Lia.
“Are you kidding? I’ve been here for what, almost twelve…” She stopped herself. “I don’t know, but I imagine cafeteria food and prison food are similar.”
“Exactly you’re guessing.”
“So.”
“Don’t look. Evan Fiscus and his ho Julia Grass.”
Bridget looked. Julia was blond and skinny. She wore a top that was so low, she had to keep pulling it up so her breasts wouldn’t spill out which was a remarkable feat considering her breasts were on the small side. Her blonde hair was long, but thin and she apparently was no stranger to peroxide. She did look pretty though, but Bridget knew that Angela’s body was better. She was more curvier and had a prettier face.
Evan Fiscus was just a jock. He wore jeans and a letterman’s jacket. Since it was the off-season, he grew his hair out. It had that same look that made Bridget feel old. To her all the guys looked like they needed a haircut.
“I just looked. So?” she asked Lia.
“He’s coming this way.”
The couple came over to their table. “Hi,” Evan said.
“You’re a jerk Evan,” said Lia.
“This is between me and Angela,” he said. He put one are around Julia’s waist and pulled her close to him.
“Let me guess,” said Bridget. “You came over to tell me you are breaking up with me and I am gross. Did I miss anything?”
“Yes,” he said. “I am dating Julia now.”
“You’re just a big jerk, Evan,” said Lia.
“I’m the star quarterback, so I got to keep up my reputation for cool. I can’t have a girlfriend who goes around leaving a trail.”
Lia stood up. “I’m going to hurt you, Evan Fiscus.”
“Don’t worry about it, Lia,” Bridget said. “I am going to go to college in the fall. No one there will know about yesterday’s incident and we’ll have college boyfriends.” She looked at Julia who hadn’t said anything yet. She had looked up Julia Grass in the year book. “What are you Julia? A junior? Are you going to trust Evan to behave himself when you are a senior next year and he is a freshman football player in college surrounded by hot college girls? Maybe he’ll wait for you.”
Julia turned bright red and looked at Evan. She turned back to Bridget. “At least I don’t pee and crap my pants, Angela.” She turned and walked away pulling Evan with her.
“Wow, Angela,” said Lia. “You showed them. That was pretty harsh. I thought you would be crying.”
“Well in this novel I was reading, Rafe Castillo wanted to be with Lily Black even though Lisa Fennimore said Rafe was the father of her baby. It turned out that Lisa was just lying and when they got married, it turned out that she hired an actor to be the priest so the wedding wasn’t valid any way. Rafe left town and had nothing to do with either of them.”
“Angela, I swear you need to put away those romance novels.”