Welcome to California, Chanel., chapter 3
She was right.
Pinole was hell. Absolute hell.
Let alone having to face Billie after the 'incident'.
Pinole was not a typical person's version of hell. It was an anti-social's version of hell. A punk's version of hell. And a valley girl's dearest dream. Soph was rather pleased with it. Chanel was appalled.
Chanel guessed the reason Soph liked it so much was because she loved socializing. She wanted to be the very best, the top of the pyramid, the subject of envy to all the other girls in the school.
Chanel was opposite. She'd rather stick to her few good friends, thanks. Fuck popularity.
Chanel and Soph were still sisters, and although Soph was only a freshman and Chanel was a junior, they were still friends and sisters, despite their different ways of living.
Soph, Chanel, and Billie and his friends all had the same lunch. Chanel blindly refused to sit with him, and sat next to Soph and her new friends.
"Why does that girl over there have black on and who the hell is Generation X?" A blonde girl next to Soph asked her.
"That's my sister, Ann, and her name is Chanel." Soph answered.
"Generation X is a punk band. It had Billy Idol in it." Chanel said, scowling.
"She's weird. What kind of name is Chanel?" Ann continued, ignoring Chanel.
"It means 'pipe' in Fr- "Soph started.
Chanel used a spoon to fling a handful of mystery meat into Ann's hair.
She screamed and got up from her seat. It took several friends to pull every piece out.
Chanel smirked, and slinked away. Chanel : One, Ann: Zero.
On her way to the trashcan, someone shouted, "Hey!"
She turned.
It was Billie, grinning, and two of his friends, only one of them familiar to Chanel.
"Yeah... ?" She said uncertainly.
Her heart was racing.
"You wanna sit here?" He asked.
Thank god he didn't mention it. Thank god he didn't mention it. Thank GOD he didn't fucking mention it.
She put on a cool demeanor.
"Yeah, sure." She said.
One of the friends she had seen Billie walking with, the one with the blue eyes and brown hair, moved over to make space for her. She graciously accepted the space and sat down.
"So.. what's up?" Chanel said coolly, in spite of conversation.
"I saw you a couple of days ago, you know.." Billie interrupted.
FUCK. He said it.
Chanel's face was blank. "Ugh.. Yeah."
She suddenly found her plate very interesting, and picked at the mystery meat, which looked somewhat like hamburger.
"You were watching me?" He grinned. She was dreading every word, but she decided to make the best of the conversation.
"Maybe.." She said, a hint of devilishness in her voice.
Were they flirting?
"Jesus Christ, Billie." The boy that had scooched over to make room for Chanel said.
"Oh, come on, Mike. We're not fuckbuddies." He replied casually.
"Bullshit." Mike said knowingly. He had known Billie for years, he couldn't just tell him something like that and expect him to believe it.
"I agree with Mike." A girl in front of Mike with a green mohawk said and piercing hazel eyes interjected. "It's fucking obvious."
"Who cares what you say, Carrie." Billie teased.
"By the way," She added, ignoring Billie. "That was fucking brilliant, putting hamburger in Ann's hair."
"Thanks. It was easy." Chanel said nonchalantly. " She's a total bitch.."
Carrie nodded in agreement and munched on a French fry.
"So, what's your name, Billie's new fuckbuddy?" Mike said.
"I'm not his fuckbuddy." She said irritably.
"It's Chanel." Billie filled in. "And don't be an ass, Mike, you know I have a girlfriend."
"Who says you don't cheat on her?" Mike retorted.
The bell rang, and for once in her life Chanel was glad it did. She scooped up her backpack and walked as fast as she could to Algebra, a feeling of awkwardness hanging over her.
"What the fuck's her problem?" Carrie asked.
"I'unno." Mike said. He had his eyes locked on Billie. He knew that look, sort of a puppy-love one. He had used it a lot with Vanessa.
Billie continued to watch, until Chanel's long, charcoal black hair was out of sight.
"Billie." Carrie said. "You have History next.. Get off your lazy ass and come on."
He mumbled and followed her out of the Cafeteria.
Pinole was hell. Absolute hell.
Let alone having to face Billie after the 'incident'.
Pinole was not a typical person's version of hell. It was an anti-social's version of hell. A punk's version of hell. And a valley girl's dearest dream. Soph was rather pleased with it. Chanel was appalled.
Chanel guessed the reason Soph liked it so much was because she loved socializing. She wanted to be the very best, the top of the pyramid, the subject of envy to all the other girls in the school.
Chanel was opposite. She'd rather stick to her few good friends, thanks. Fuck popularity.
Chanel and Soph were still sisters, and although Soph was only a freshman and Chanel was a junior, they were still friends and sisters, despite their different ways of living.
Soph, Chanel, and Billie and his friends all had the same lunch. Chanel blindly refused to sit with him, and sat next to Soph and her new friends.
"Why does that girl over there have black on and who the hell is Generation X?" A blonde girl next to Soph asked her.
"That's my sister, Ann, and her name is Chanel." Soph answered.
"Generation X is a punk band. It had Billy Idol in it." Chanel said, scowling.
"She's weird. What kind of name is Chanel?" Ann continued, ignoring Chanel.
"It means 'pipe' in Fr- "Soph started.
Chanel used a spoon to fling a handful of mystery meat into Ann's hair.
She screamed and got up from her seat. It took several friends to pull every piece out.
Chanel smirked, and slinked away. Chanel : One, Ann: Zero.
On her way to the trashcan, someone shouted, "Hey!"
She turned.
It was Billie, grinning, and two of his friends, only one of them familiar to Chanel.
"Yeah... ?" She said uncertainly.
Her heart was racing.
"You wanna sit here?" He asked.
Thank god he didn't mention it. Thank god he didn't mention it. Thank GOD he didn't fucking mention it.
She put on a cool demeanor.
"Yeah, sure." She said.
One of the friends she had seen Billie walking with, the one with the blue eyes and brown hair, moved over to make space for her. She graciously accepted the space and sat down.
"So.. what's up?" Chanel said coolly, in spite of conversation.
"I saw you a couple of days ago, you know.." Billie interrupted.
FUCK. He said it.
Chanel's face was blank. "Ugh.. Yeah."
She suddenly found her plate very interesting, and picked at the mystery meat, which looked somewhat like hamburger.
"You were watching me?" He grinned. She was dreading every word, but she decided to make the best of the conversation.
"Maybe.." She said, a hint of devilishness in her voice.
Were they flirting?
"Jesus Christ, Billie." The boy that had scooched over to make room for Chanel said.
"Oh, come on, Mike. We're not fuckbuddies." He replied casually.
"Bullshit." Mike said knowingly. He had known Billie for years, he couldn't just tell him something like that and expect him to believe it.
"I agree with Mike." A girl in front of Mike with a green mohawk said and piercing hazel eyes interjected. "It's fucking obvious."
"Who cares what you say, Carrie." Billie teased.
"By the way," She added, ignoring Billie. "That was fucking brilliant, putting hamburger in Ann's hair."
"Thanks. It was easy." Chanel said nonchalantly. " She's a total bitch.."
Carrie nodded in agreement and munched on a French fry.
"So, what's your name, Billie's new fuckbuddy?" Mike said.
"I'm not his fuckbuddy." She said irritably.
"It's Chanel." Billie filled in. "And don't be an ass, Mike, you know I have a girlfriend."
"Who says you don't cheat on her?" Mike retorted.
The bell rang, and for once in her life Chanel was glad it did. She scooped up her backpack and walked as fast as she could to Algebra, a feeling of awkwardness hanging over her.
"What the fuck's her problem?" Carrie asked.
"I'unno." Mike said. He had his eyes locked on Billie. He knew that look, sort of a puppy-love one. He had used it a lot with Vanessa.
Billie continued to watch, until Chanel's long, charcoal black hair was out of sight.
"Billie." Carrie said. "You have History next.. Get off your lazy ass and come on."
He mumbled and followed her out of the Cafeteria.
