You Disgust Me

"Ew," Tamaki said. Everyone in the cafeteria almost burst out laughing. Some even did but quickly covered it up as cough or something. "I think I just got traumatized," he added. Jayden was shaking from his barely suppressed laughter next to her making it harder for her to control her own.

"No, I don't know what you mean." Ansel agreed and everyone at the table nodded their heads. Isobel from the corner of her eye says some people from even other tables nod theirs. "Is that a thing in the states? Does it actually work? Are you sure people don't throw $10 at you for the time and leave? I think you watch too many movies. That's how it works here cause." Russell stated.

The blondie's face contorted into a very ugly sneer but she quickly covered it up with a smile. "I thought you were nice to look at before, I think I just got eye cancer. The least you could have done was at least wear a bra. My salad didn't need to see that." someone from a table behind said that. She looked at them. Oh no, poor freshers. They were barely 15, keep it PG man.

"Oi! Is it the salad that I asked from your mother?" Ananya asked, she was a junior sitting on the other side of the cafeteria. "Maybe…" he sheepishly replied munching on the salad that was supposed to be for the girl. The blondie was getting frustrated at not being part of the conversation which was initially started to address her.

"What does it matter to you, Asian?" she snapped at the salad boy.

Oops, wrong thing to say. The whole school was staring at her as she said the last word with hatred.

[Looks like we have a racist here, host] Alex said. And all Isobel could do was nod with it. Jayden and Ansel were glaring at her as if she had killed a baby in front of them because Tamaki was Japanese. Merceville was a really accepting city and those who couldn't accept and discriminate were pushed to the bottom. That bottom place was now fixed for the blondie.

"Says you, fake blonde and tan?" Ananya asked. "You know, I'm Asian too. You clearly didn't realize that because you have a fixed notion of how they look. With the number of brain cells you have, I'm not surprised."

"This is not fake!" she screeched like a banshee in her high pitched voice. This was probably an insult to the banshees. Russell was gripping at his ear and wriggling it around. Poor guy was right next to her and now maybe was temporarily deaf in one ear.

"You do realize that you have a twin brunette sister. A bit indecent at the moment but she is still not insulting anyone. Also, your eyebrows are black." Lafayette said from his seat next to Russell. She glared at him for a long time and then she went towards Ansel and squeezed herself next to him. She wrapped her hand on his bicep and batted at her eyelashes. "Babe, they are bullying me," she said in her fake innocent voice. She did not have a single thing in her body that was real. Regina George's mother was more real than her.

Ansel looked at her and gave her a lopsided smile which quickly turned into a disgusted sneer. He stood up wringing his hands as if getting rid of something dirty. He probably lost his appetite. Everyone on the table stood up and joined them. They look so disgusted that it felt like someone had asked them to roll around the floor of a stable. "Squeeze me in or I swear I'll kill both of you,'' Ansel said and sat between Ambre and her. They were a tight fit because of all the space Cara and her new girl-toy was taking. Everyone had maintained their distance from them.

Everyone's faces turned black when the plastic girl joined them and sat next to her sister. They couldn't stop her from sitting next to her sister. It was funny how quickly everyone had turned to hate her once she started opening the mouth. What actually was hilarious was when her own sister used her as support and leaned on her to continue ravishing care. It was getting a bit disgusting, to be honest, now. Do they need to do this in front of the food? And where is the food? She looked at Ambre and she was sipping another tea. 'What the hell?!'

"Russell. Can we get a cuppa sometimes too?" Isobel asked.

"Nope. It goes with her aesthetic. She needs to have tea, I just get myself one because I'm getting one for her anyway." he said. 'Wow, at least he could have considered.'

[I wish I didn't have to consider you.]

'Why do you hate me so much?'

[I don't hate you, I loathe you. You are too stupid.]

Isobel mentally scoffed. Says the chip in her brain. If she didn't name it Alex the system would still be a bunch of fours and sixes.

[It was a nice name.]

'I'm sure it was. Ry's full name was easier than you.'

[The system has gone offline.]

'Asshole'

"Does she even know her name?" Ansel let the question hang in the air. Most of the people wanted to say no but they were also not sure about it.

"Oi, Blondie!" Isobel said. The blonde's eyes flashed with hatred caught her off guard. This was the first time she had even said a word to her. This was a bit too quick. Not that she minded but still. "Can you separate Cara a bit?" Isobel asked. Blondie huffed and roughly pushed Cara away by her shoulder.

"Cara do you know the name of the girl you are making out with?"

"No?" Cara painted and went back in.

"Can someone shove them in a room?" Tamaki asked but then he thought better of it. Cara's glare was killing on best of the days, pissing her off can make her murderous, at least she was not scaring some small kids at the moment even though they were made to put up with PDA.

"So tell me about the president here?" the blondie said. They needed to know her name.

'Her name is Avery. It is written on her bag.' Jayden's voice said.

And true to his words, on the turquoise bag, there was a tag that read Avery in a bright sparkle pen. Isobel almost grimaced but she held it in.

Isobel thought she should answer the question. "Well, our president is nothing sort of a wonder. She does her job and stays out of most of the controversies. She is a Megachord fan though, her name is Grace Cayford." Everyone nodded.

"She thinks that giving public statements are useless so she just tweets if anything is done or anything happens," Ansel added.

"Oh, and she is a fujoshi. She spends most of her time on the couch reading and writing BL. Obsessing over her ships she still does all the work though so she is still in running after even this being her third time." Ambre said.

"It is basically monarchy at this point but nobody cares because she is nice and has nothing stupid revolving around her other than a concerning number of BL books." It was Jayden's turn this time.

"So you have a fag supporter for president?" Avery said in her really annoying voice.

The whole table turned silent. The glares on her were like daggers and Isobel was sure if they were in the south-east there would be actual daggers involved. The amount of shit this person uttered was actually concerning and Isobel was beyond boiling at this point. How could she say such a thing when her own sister was bent. Isobel didn't even know whether to pity her for her lack of, well, anything or kill her for saying such a thing.

"Well, your 'fag' sister would like to just warn you that you should run off because you are now basically asking for death." Avery's sister spat and Isobel pitied her for having a disgusting creature like her to call sister. Her eyes flashed and the brunette pulled Cara up and they both went out of the cafeteria. Seeing all eyes on her, Avery ran with her tail between her legs.