Jason, who had returned to his fries after calling me cool looked up.

"Hey, why aren't you eating?" He asked.

"Oh, umm, I'm not hungry."
Good old answer on the tip of my tongue.

Davina, who realized that she had enough of Stacey's rambling, elbowed me and said, "Zoe, it called lunch time for a reason. It when you are supposed to have lunch, which you are not doing."

Well, it's not like she's eating either.
I don't say anything however, and grab a chip from Jason.

'What am I doing here?' I asked myself.

For three years, I drifted through this school by myself, alone, silent and invisible. No one noticed me, and although part of me hated that, I preferred it. Having everyone's eyes on you meant you had to put up an act, twenty four seven, as long as they could see you. I had enough of that at home, however, so I was okay being the invisible, see-through girl.

Yet, here I am, the second week of my last year in high school, seated at the Table, where no one outside the populars had ever been invited, that too invited by Davina herself, with the whole school's eyes one me.
I thought about what Davina had told Stacey when she asked why I was at their table.
"Oh, I decided to break a tradition today, and when I saw her, well, I figured out which one to break..."

See even she just feels you're nothing more than a pass time

Shut up! She wouldn't have sat on the bathroom floor and dragged me, no, forced me to sit with her at the Table.

Don't flatter yourself honey. Populars always need some amusement or the other. Besides, what did you think, that the Davina Sanders would actually care for you, out of all people? Fat chance. Somebody else, then yeah, maybe. But you darling, never!

I stood up abruptly, causing Davina and her group to look at me.

"I need to go...do... something," I announced, to no one in particular.

I turned towards the doors and swiftly walked out, with the whole cafeteria's eyes on me, like needles on a pincushion.
As I walked away, I knew, even then, that what I had just done was going to have serious consequences. No one, ever, crosses Davina without regretting it.
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This time, I didn't go the the washroom, but headed straight to my locker, although it was a much too public place for my liking.
I sunk to the floor once more, leaning on my locker, staring at the wall in front of me. For once, I wasn't absorbed in thinking about her, about my pain, but instead, wondering what I would go through for defying Davina.

What would be my punishment for going against the queen of the school?

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Half an hour later, when I heard the first signs of humans, I got up, grabbed my books and headed to the library. I was free the rest of the afternoon. Going home wasn't an option because I really couldn't bear mother's over the top chirpiness for more time than necessary.

Dragging myself to the back of the library, in the most secluded place I could find, I settled down with my books, knowing that I should read something or do one of my assignments or something.

Problem was, that I didn't want to do anything. I know that doing something would help get my mind of these thought, cause a distraction, but summoning that energy, that will, to distract myself, was too much. So I just sat there on the chair, resting my head on my hands, doing nothing but breathing and overthinking.

Slowly, I dozed off, oblivious to the world around me as I sunk into the dark depths of unconsciousness.
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I woke up suddenly, wondering what had disturbed me from my slumber. My eyes darted my surroundings, looking for a clue. I checked my watch and saw that it was home time, which is when I relaxed, knowing that the bell was the reason I had woken up.
Gathering my books, I rubbed my eyes, and headed to the locker, yawning. The corridors were already crowded, with everyone trying to rush home. I, on the contrary, walked as slowly as I could, keeping to the walls, wanting to delay family time as much as possible.

When I finally made it to my locker at the end of the hallway, the school was noticeably quieter and much emptier. I shoved my books in my locker. I had a couple of assignments but I had all week to do them.

Slamming my locker shut, I flinched. Partially because of the loud bang it caused and mostly because of the girl standing next to me, whom I had just noticed.

"D..Davina," I stated, trying not to stammer.

The girl in question had on a poker face. She was of average height but was taller today because of her shoes. The way she towered over me was rather intimidating. She didn't have much make up on her face, just some blush, dark red lipstick and mascara. I wanted to cower in fear.

Instead, I took a few steps back, crossing my arms.
Davina smirked as she saw this.

"What happened at lunch?" She asked.

Not in a concerned way, but rather in a way that demanded an answer. Her tone clearly stated that any silence on my part would do me no good.
Nonetheless, I stayed silent.

"Zoe," she said in a warning tone.

I cleared my throats and replied,"I told you, I had to do something."

"Elaborate," she commanded.
Luckily, I had an answer ready.

"Homework, assignments, you know, school stuff."

Davina laughed humorously. The sound sent shivers down my spine.

"You get invited to the one place that  everyone in this school knows is impossible to get invited to, and yet you leave early for 'homework'. Rather unbelievable if you ask me. I guess you had better things to do, better people to talk to. Ah well, I'll be seeing you Zoe. I'll definitely be seeing you."

With that said, she turned and walked away, each step of hers echoing in the empty hallway as I replayed her words in my head.

"...I'll be seeing you, Zoe."

Was that good, or bad? Should I put my guard up or not? Was I no longer invisible or will everyone forget and let me live in peace?
So many questions, not a single answer. All I know is that high school is no longer be the place it was for me.

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I won't be an Indian if I didn't love me some drama.
Well, what's going to happen next guys? I'd tell you now, but that'd ruin it. Hehehe...