Not Part of the Groupie*

Lauren loved the attention the transfer students were giving her. Especially, Gabriel's.

Lauren and her friends (excluding me, because I was the oddball in this group) were currently hanging out with the new boys.

Seriously, I don't even know why I was here with them.

Erm, that was a lie. I'm keeping tabs of Gabriel and Lauren.

Argh, I am so pathetic. Why am I even doing this? Making sure that Gabriel wasn't messing with Lauren while I wasn't looking?

It's not like he's my boyfriend that I need to place inside a cage to avoid some other girls from touching him like I wanted to.

Yup, he didn't even claim me as his girl or something and continued acting all lovey-dovey with his girlfriend/not-girlfriend, Lauren, whenever I was around, during the break, during lunch and every single time I hung out with them because Lysander always dragged me along to their group.

When Lysander asks me questions or includes me in the group conversations, Gabriel comes to the rescue and changes the subject away from me and steers it back to Lauren.

Lauren reveled in it when she's the center of everyone's attention. I was grateful for Gabriel not putting me in the spotlight but when he did it why do I feel so isolated and insignificant?

Lauren was always wrapped around Gabriel like a shawl or perhaps a jungle snake was more accurate, sitting on his lap and kissing him whenever she gets the chance. They're making out with each other in front of us.

It irked me, alright, I wanted to choke them both to death. He claimed he was doing this for my sake.

Yeah, right.

Well, he's enjoying this a tad too much to be considered 'my sake'.

The other boys didn't mind because they have their girls to attend. Lysander constantly chatters about the weather and his life in the French neighborhood.

I felt my mind go blank and I completely zone out, drowning all the other noises that surrounded our group. I only have a razor-sharp focus on Lauren and Gabriel when they kiss again.

Trust me, nobody wants to see annoyance, irritation, and disgust all rolled into one as shown on my face.

I couldn't control it on the first week but I'm slowly adjusting to their smack fest, practicing my best poker face on them and pretending I didn't notice.

I sighed. 'I need to keep my shit together and stop thinking about Gabriel, the Class-A jerk, and the way he made me feel when he visits me every night. In my dreams.'

Lysander had noticed my strange mood and decided to talk and get comfortable with the other girls. I must be bad for his ego when I used to drone out everything he was telling me.

As usual, Raven had a lot of girls in his daily dating rotation. He changed his girlfriend from time to time as if he was trying on new clothes.

Leif sat in front of me all the time while we frequently settle at the corner of the table and trying not to stare at each other, dealing with the whole ordeal like me.

He didn't even strike a conversation with me just to make it less awkward. Not even once. He's as silent as a tomb. As always.

We were both antisocial magnets and, yes, we repel each other.