Intro
Intro
Small town USA, 2013:
Podunk High:
In the lunchroom, a girl sits hunched over a book, alone, at a table. Her scraggly red hair falls on either side of her face, obscuring her view of anything other than her book.
A hand reaches across the pages, slamming the book down on the table.
The girl locks onto bleach blond dreds falling over the table. “Nathan, leave me alone.” She glares at him, trying her best to pull the book from his grasp.
Nathan laughs, looking above her as her little decorative top hat falls from her head. He leans away, letting go of her book, and swats her hat farther across the table.
A mass of short black curls block the girl’s view as a dark rosewood skinned boy with brown eyes and a strong jaw lined with a less than mediocre beard leans against the table to her right. She huffs.
Grinning, the boy laughs. “Oops, sorry Wonka, I mean, Wanda.” He offers his best and most charming white toothed smile.
Wanda rolls her eyes, reaching for her hat.
A new hand swats it across the table towards Nathan. “Oh, I’m sorry! I meant to grab it.” A busty red head sits at her left, covering her deep red lips with her fingertips.
Wanda rolls her eyes again, clinging to her book, and draws it closer to her. “Please leave me alone.” Her words come out just above a whisper as she puts the book in her lap and reaches a hand towards the floor to her hat so close yet so far away.
A designer sneaker pushes the hat into the space between tables. “Aww, c’mon Wanda, don’t you like us?” A light yet male voice carries over the rest, and he chuckles. “We’re your friends.” Long black hair falls over the table, leading to another strong square jaw, charming smile, and tight slit brown eyes.
Wanda white knuckles the sides of her book in her lap, glaring at the table, and doesn’t speak.
Before she can attempt to move away or get up, the rest of the pack descends. Six more students sit around the table. Five boys and five girls surrounding her now.
A cute bubbly girl pulls at Wanda’s vest. “Whatcha got so many buttons for? You look like a refrigerator!” She giggles, squishing her face up, and her short bleach blonde curls bob about her cheeks as she looks around the table.
The girl tugs at a red button with a set of parted lips on it.
Wanda swats her hand away. “They’re movie buttons from my favorites.” She rubs her fingers over the shining metal.
Nathan points his chin at her. “Yea, why’s it a pair of chick’s lips? You into girls or somethin’?” He snickers, licking his lips, and blows her a kiss.
The bubbly girl swats at him. “Ew Nathan. Of course she’s not.” She cuts her eyes at Wanda. “Are you?” He holds her gaze, arching an eyebrow.
Wanda speaks just above a whisper. “No.” She cuts her eyes around the table as they all pick at their food.
Nathan snickers. “Why’re you so interested Bubbles?” He smirks at her cutting her eyes at him. “You interested in them?” He licks his lips, looking her over.
A petite Asian girl with a layered bob curving around a sneer, tosses a bit of lettuce from her lunch room salad at him. “Shut up Nathan! I’m sure she gets enough pussy from Blake.” She cuts her eyes at the boy with long black hair. “He’s so pretty he might as well be a girl.” She holds a stare, smirking, and leans into Hugh.
Blake slings his hair from his shoulder, crossing his arms, and glares at her.
The Asian girl snorts, shaking her head. “Proves my point.”
Blake rolls his eyes. “Brenda, baby, please explain to her how satisfied you are with our relationship.” He puts out a hand towards Miku.
Brenda giggles. “My Asian supersedes all Asians and gives me that tentacle all night long.” She leans towards him, planting a huge kiss across the table.
Everyone oh’s and ugh’s, leaning or turning away.
Wanda leans away, curling her fingers into her black hoodie. “Why’re y’all over here anyway? We’re not friends.” She shrinks into herself, taking painstaking measures not to watch the interaction taking place so close to her.
The guys snigger, bumping and pushing each other.
A large and burly blonde boy pushes Blake into the dark rosewood skinned boy to Wanda’s right, making her fall into the red head on her left.
Wanda brushes her hair from her face, revealing a patch of red, pink, and purple discoloration around her right eye and down her cheek. Without thinking, she tucks the hair behind her ear, leaving her face uncovered as she scans the caf for free tables far away from them.
A tan guy with short black curls sitting directly across from Wanda next to Nathan, drops his fork, grunting, and looks across the room to his left. “Ugh! Thanks Jeb! Now I’ve lost my appetite because the freak uncovered her face.” He points to Wanda.
Wanda returns her gaze to the table, letting her hair fall over her face again.
An alder skinned girl sitting across the table swats at him. “Shut up Tyler! Damn. She can’t help it.” She glances at Wanda, offering a weak grin.
Wanda just looks at the table, making her hair cover more of her face.
Tyler pushes his tray forward, crossing his arms and glares at the black girl. “Fine Dorine, if you’re so cool with it, then why’d you make that face when you looked at it just now? Hm?” He smirks. “I agree with Wonka. Why are we over here when we don’t even like her?” Running his tongue along the inside of his bottom lip, he looks around the table.
The dark skinned boy chuckles, nudging Wanda’s shoulder, making her shy away, and he cuts his eyes at Tyler. “C’mon man, she ain’t that bad.” He turns to her, poking his chin out, and grins. “Are ya Wonka?” Chuckling, he puts an arm around the Asian girl, cutting his eyes at her sweet and innocent looking grin.
The Asian girl lets out a light giggle, cutting her eyes at Wanda. “Ya know Hugh, I rather like her disfigurement.” She smirks. “Gives her a fierce Japanese looking edge.” Her giggle returns. “They should turn her into a comic.” He puts out a hand, moving it over with each word. “Red Faced Shogun of Hell.” She smirks again, putting her hand in her lap. “I can see her face plastered everywhere as the poster for a monster killer.” Her smirk never wavers as she meets Wanda’s glare.
Hugh raises a finger from the Asian girl’s shoulder. “Aw Miku, that sounds badass.” He shifts in his seat, adjusting his arm on her shoulder.
Miku grins at him.
Jeb stuffs a giant forkful of spaghetti into his mouth, letting the sauce redden his grizzling beard, and speaks with is mouth stuffed. “You guys gonna come to the game tonight? It’s my last one of the year.” He chomps, smacking, and looks back and forth between everyone and his food as he brings another giant forkful to his mouth.
A dirty blonde haired girl with flawless make up sitting beside him curls her lip a bit as she reaches for a napkin. “Ugh, Jeb, wipe your beard.” She flips her perfectly teased hair over her shoulder, brushing French tips over her pristine cheer uniform top. “Y’all all had better be there to help me cheer on my little Jebby.” She cuts her eyes across the table. “He’s gonna need all the pep we can give him if he’s gonna get that scholarship and go pro.” She smirks, sliding her hand over his thigh, and then scrunches her face when he turns to her.
For the first time since they all sat down, no one speaks for several seconds, and then Nathan shakes his head. “Nah man, I’ve got some fish to catch if you know what I mean.” He chuckles, glancing over at the red head, and winks.
The red head snarls, rolling her eyes, and crosses her arms as she looks off at the other end of the table. “In your dreams Nathan.” She snarls again.
Nathan laughs. “Oh sweet Paulina, yes! You give the best head in my dreams.” He laughs again, high-fiving Jeb across the table.
The table erupts into laughter.
All that is, except Wanda, who shrinks farther and farther away until she’s able to slip her legs off the seat, and break away from them. Scooping up her hat, she speed walks out of the caf.
