Heaven And Hell novel Chapter 80

Everyone turned to face her and then Michael, who scowled at her.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about? I said you looked proper fit in the bikini you wore yesterday. What do you mean you're fat?" he demanded.

"This!" she threw the paper at him across from me.

I couldn't help it, I snorted a laugh. I tapped my desk and got up from my seat, shaking my head, my eyes gleaming at Michael and Stacey.

"Easy mark," I said through bubbles of chuckles, remembering the words he used to tell me when he got under my skin.

"You!" Stacey accused, pointing a finger at me.

Michael only snorted contemptuously in my direction. Though I thought I saw his silver eyes flash some spark of something. I had a flash of hope with that, but hello! Why would I have hope? I didn't!

I strode across the room and called out my History teacher's name.

When she didn't hear me, I pulled an earpiece off her ear and said, "Bell's ringing in five minutes, Ms. Cyrus!" I grinned at her. "I'll get out early. I still have lunch to serve."

And with a pointed look at Stacey and Michael, I went out the room with my bag and books.

But that didn't stop me from laughing as I went out.

I was pretty sure everyone in the classroom heard me.

"What was that all about?" my teacher queried my classmates.

They didn't answer.

She continued listening to her music.

Lunch came starting as the rich kids sat at their table, noise ringing in the air as they began to talk about this and freaking that.

The students who got into St. George's on scholarship or like me, whose grandmother was friends with the headmistress, were to serve the spoiled brats their hot meal, pushing silver carts filled with steaming plates of food and a large jug of apple juice. The headmistress and cooks gave the servers early lunches so that we wouldn't have to worry about our own appetite.

When I pushed the cart toward another table, I stopped a bit and narrowed my eyes. There was Michael and his crew. But it wasn't the same without Frederick by his side. Or Viv with me there.

All around him were the same people I used to hang out with, only there were more girls added to the group. It was a good thing I left them because, I swear, I would've smacked them all with the cooks' spatula.

With an angry exhalation through my nostrils, I pushed the cart and stopped at their table. For some reason, I always ended up serving them.

It was too late for me to switch tables with Cady Klarks. She was already starting to place steaming plates at the table she was assigned to.

Opening the silver covers of each plate, I served them all silently. The table was still noisy, but it kind of toned down a bit because I was there and Michael was, too.

He immediately stopped talking and accepted the plate I placed him. I practically banged the plate in front of him but he only grabbed his fork and knife, beginning to eat his steamed chicken with rich tomato sauce and mashed potatoes with gravy. I poured their glasses a hefty load of apple juice, then one of them began to talk.

So I pursed my lips and waited if anyone still wanted to drink the stupid juice. It was a rule that you had to stand and serve for fifteen minutes after you actually gave the students their meal. I was only waiting for my time.

"Michaaael," the girls chorused.

Some of the guys groaned because they were getting annoying. Huh. I could join with them on that one.

Another server named Kelly Pricken, who was a few tables away, eyed me and mouthed something I couldn't understand. She was waiting for her time to come up as well.

What? I mouthed back.

Blah blah blah blee blah! she mouthed back.

I REALLY didn't understand what she was saying.

I scowled. What?

She rolled her eyes and turned her gaze to the headmistress. When Mrs. Smith was busy talking with the teachers, Kelly quickly speed-walked toward me, her apron around her waist.

"What were you trying to tell me?" I demanded in a whisper.

"Someone dropped a note into my locker, but it's addressed to you. I think the person who's behind it messed up our locker number. Anyway, here it is," she told me, stuffing a white card into my hand. "See ya later, Kells!"