The Pentagon Relationship

(Adeline’s POV)

"Hey, have a nice nap?" he asked teasingly. I didn’t answer, just sort of grunted a response. He could tell I was cranky, and didn’t say anything more. It was a slow, silent walk to the cafeteria, where we ate. I couldn’t help noticing Lorain there, surrounded by a group of guys, probably 2 years older than her. Lorain was like that, always soaking up the stares from the boys in the school. Boys liked her, because she was blonde, and childishly dumb, and not to mention her dad was rich. However Lorain was my friend, so I looked the other way at her imperfections.

I sat down beside her, Ethan on my right. Lorain quickly moved closer towards me, and giggled.

"Adeline! So how was your little sleep in Geography? You were really knocked out there, weren’t you?" she exclaimed, and smiled.

"Yea, I guess I didn’t get much sleep last night." I said quietly. It was true, I had been having a rough time getting to sleep, thinking someone was watching me. Then the 5-year-old fantasies of monsters in the closet would form in my mind, but I want going to say that to my friends. What 17-year-old has nightmares of monsters in her closet?

Lorain decided I was not the most interesting topic at the moment, and went back to discussing what foundation would be great for Jessica, across the table.

"So Adeline, you want to do something this weekend?" asked Ethan.

"Sure. What would you like to do?" I asked. He was about to reply, when I heard someone shouting really loudly.

I looked over to see who it was. Peter, my friend since Grade 6, quickly rushed over to Ethan and I, and sat right in-between us, pushing us both. Ethan didn’t mind much, Peter was as much a friend to me, as he was to Ethan.

"Oh my god, did you guys here? There’s a new guy coming into our grade!" he exclaimed, and everyone tried to hear, even Lorain perked up a little at the mention of a new boy.

"Yea, the guy is coming from Europe or something. The dude is going to be speaking European, isn’t that awesome?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"Peter, there’s no such thing as European language. They speak all kinds of languages." I said to him.

Lorain giggled, and looked around at her admirers.

"That is so cool! I wonder if European guys are like the guys in the movies," And she giggled again. "French guys are so totally hot, I hope he’s from France!" This didn’t please the guys surrounding her, and they all tried to acclaim her attention again.

I wanted to know more about this new student, so I looked over to Peter.

"You said he was coming from Europe? How did you find out?" I asked. Peter just kept smiling excited he had provided an interesting topic.

" I left my Geography book in class by mistake, so I went back to find it, and I overheard Mr. Garner talking to the principal about a new student. He’s coming after lunch, taking a tour of the school, before his first classes tomorrow."

A new student in our little town was definitely something to talk about. With our 350 students in our high school, it was something huge to see a new face. The town is so small, we only have one Macdonald’s, and a half decent café inside the little bookstore, where I currently made 7.50 an hour.

People were gossiping about the new kid all during lunch. Everyone wanted to sneak a peak at him. Currently there was a rumor that he had dark black hair, and was a male model for fancy colognes. Of course, most of it came from Lorain’s mouth, who hasn’t even glimpsed the guy, let alone talk to him.

"Sure he is," she said with an air of innocence, "he has to be, all guys from Europe are male models," she stated as a fact, and rolled her eyes at there stupidity. Of course every one of her admirers believed her, you could tell by their worried glances at each other, as they new they weren’t going to be wanted anymore.