Lunch in a new school was hell. You never knew what was in and what was out, and the whole social order could be upset if you dared to sit where you weren’t supposed to.
At the door to the cafeteria, Lexi paused. Just the idea of walking in there, being scrutinized and judged, was more than she could bear today. Normally she was stronger than that, but Mr. Popular had unbalanced her somehow, made her want the impossible, and she knew firsthand how waylaid one could be by longing. It was a waste of time. She walked back outside, where the sun was shining. She dug through her backpack, found the lunch Eva had packed for her and a well-read copy of Jane Eyre. Some kids had stuffed animals or special childhood blankets. Lexi had Jane.
She walked idly through campus, looking for a place to sit down and read while she ate her lunch. Across the campus, she spied a pretty little tree growing up from a triangular patch of grass, but it wasn’t the tree that caught her attention. It was the girl sitting cross-legged on the grass beneath its green canopy, hunched over a book. Her blond hair was divided into a pair of loosely twined braids. Dressed in a delicate pink tulle skirt, a black tank top, and black high-tops, she definitely made a statement.
It was a statement Lexi understood: I’m not like you. I don’t need you.
Lexi had spent a few years dressed the same way herself, back when she hadn’t wanted to make friends, when she’d been afraid of being asked where she lived or what her momma was like.
She took a deep breath and walked toward the girl. When she drew near, Lexi paused. She wanted to say the right thing, but now that she was here, she didn’t know what that would be.
The girl looked up from her book. She was fragile looking, with acne-blistered skin and green eyes that were rimmed with too much purple eyeliner. Brightly colored rubber bands accented her braces.
“Hey,” Lexi said.
“He’s not here. And he’s not coming.”
“Who?”
The girl gave a disinterested shrug and went back to reading. “If you don’t know, it doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Can I sit with you?”
“Social suicide,” the girl said without looking up.
“What?”
The girl looked up again. “It’s social suicide to sit with me. Even the theater kids won’t hang with me. Yeah. It’s that bad.”
“You mean I won’t make the cheerleading squad? How tragic.”
The girl looked interested in Lexi for the first time. A smile quirked her mouth. “Most girls care about stuff like that.”
“Do they?” Lexi dropped her backpack onto the grass. “What are you reading?”
“Wuthering Heights.”
Lexi held out her own book. “Jane Eyre. Can I sit down?”
The girl scooted sideways to make room on the small patch of grass. “I haven’t read that one. Is it good?”
Lexi sat down beside her. “My favorite. When you’re done with yours, we could trade.”
“That would be awesome. I’m Mia, by the way.”
“Lexi. So what’s the book about?”
Mia began talking slowly, stumbling over her words, but when she started talking about Heathcliff, she kind of took flight. The next thing Lexi knew, they were laughing as if they’d been friends for years. When the bell rang, they got up and walked toward their lockers together, still talking the whole way across campus. Lexi didn’t keep her head down anymore, didn’t clamp her books to her chest or purposely not make eye contact with anyone. Instead, she laughed.
Outside the door to her Spanish class, Mia stopped and said in a rush: “You could come to my house after school today. If you wanted to, I mean.” She looked nervous as she asked it. “I know you probably won’t. No worries.”
Lexi felt like smiling; only nervousness over her teeth kept her in check. “I would totally like that.”
“Meet me at the flagpole by the admin building, okay?”