That way, there was no way she couldn't forgive me.  For earlier.

"Oh god, girl!" Grace exclaimed.  She raved her hands in the air exasperatedly, like I was some naughty elementary school kid that needed a beating.  "If I hadn't helped you, your pretty lil' head would've been bashed in by a Physics textbook.  Probably won't be so pretty after that, you know."

"Contrary to your beliefs, my head isn't bashed in because of that crazy dude's bad aiming skills," I informed her.  

I bit down on my chocolate muffin and cringed.  Mom's baking skills had a long way to go before her muffins could count as edible. 

"Oh, you're wrong."  Grace placed her stuffed Alpaca onto her lap gingerly.  "Jefferson missed, but his crazy buddies would've sent another four books in your direction if the riot hadn't broken out."  She fixed a pink fluffy bib onto her babe alpaca.  "You really angered them real good.  If those Alpaca stickers weren't on you, your Alpaca comrades wouldn't have reacted at your being attacked."

“Is Alpaca a religion or something?” The repetition of the word ‘Alpaca’ was beginning to drive me nutso.

“You think we worship Alpacas?” The highly refined Alpaca on her lap (which was preparing for fine dining) bobbed up and down with Grace’s convulsing laughter.

“Am I right?” I asked. 

A couple of girls to my left began giggling.  Oh, of course, Highschool is an eavesdroppers haven.

“So,” I said cautiously, eyes narrowed at the giggling gaggle of girls.  Yep, that lot hadn’t quite squealing with laughter at my expense.  “Where’s the Alpaca shrine round here?” The laughter only intensified.

I didn’t come here to play clown, s.

Grace made some dying cat sounds.  I supposed it was a sound you got when you mixed laughter and a-‘why’re you so stupid, girl?’-sound together.  She didn’t bother to hide it.

“Nope. No shrine.” Grace popped the ‘P’.  “It’s more like a fan-club.”

“Fighting over a fan-club seems kind of stupid.”

Grace grinned, “Welcome to the club.”  She gestured to the other crazy-alpaca-girls around her.  “We all think it’s stupid.”

“Okieee dokies.” I pushed my half-eaten, inedible muffin away, wishing I had a spell to turn it into The Cookie.  “So what does this club who-thinks-the-Alpaca-fad-is-stupid, doing with so many… Alpacas?  Doesn’t seem so anti-alpaca from my point of view.”  I made it a point to point an accusing finger at the stuffed Alpaca sitting innocently on Grace’s lap.

Another crazy-alpaca-girl joined in the conversation.  “We have to join a side,” She explained to me.  “And I’ll rather die than wear a black-kitty cap on my head.  So it’s Alpaca for me.”

“And… besides, Kris is-"

"Oh God, here they come.  So damn hot."

"I need a faannnn!  I'm melting from the heaaat~"

And then hushed silence.

Like someone had yelled for everyone to 'shut up, the President's arriving!', but no one had.

Alright, bad analogy, but you get my point, right?  No?  Let me try again.

The quietness of it all was so unnatural that it was as if a troupe police officers had just marched into the school cafeteria and yelled 'FREEZE!'.  Everyone, Alpaca or Black Cat supporters alike had dropped whatever they were doing, their eyes all glued to the front of the cafeteria - as though whatever was there were equivalent to President Obama in importance.

Before those crazy-cat-guys killed me and hid my body up a tree, I had to know what was there.

I turned.

And my breath lodged itself in my throat, like a razor sharp piece of fish bone.

That's why I'm a fishetarian (which means I don't eat fish).

But that's not the point.

Standing before the entire cafeteria were a gang of mostly guys (but there were a handful of girls).  And they were heart-stoppingly gorgeous.  Ah, I thought to myself with the single coherent thought I had fluttering through my head, this must be what the Cullens would've looked like if they were Asians.

I wasn't kidding.  I know you readers don't believe a single word I'm saying, and are probably thinking, 'oh, it's just another Twilight story.', but I swear - with my hands and heart crossed, that I'm telling nothing but the truth.  They were unnaturally beautiful, and standing side by side, they were a picturesque.  A sight as majestic as that of the Great Wall of China.  

I immediately zoomed in onto their eyes, looking for any signs of red irises.  

I mean, they could be vampires, huh?  You never knew.

Better safe than sorry.

The first guy right at the front of the 'Cullens' stole my interest. (Nope, not my heart, okay!)  It was the guy from Physics.  That Wu dude that parted the sea.  The sea of fighting students.

He was still as gorgeous as I remembered him, with his hair dyed blondish brown, and styled in the Zayn Malik fashion.  A few locks of tousled hair fell over his forehead - and I supposed those could count as a fringe.  The Wu had a sharp, aristocratic nose to match that pair of beautifully flecked, frosty eyes of his.  One look in your direction, and I swear, you would turn into a human icicle.  

I only needed one glance to confirm that he was the leader of the 'Cullens'.  Where Luhan was cute and friendly, this one exuberated a hot and dominant presence.

And no.  Unlike those chick-flick, romantic movies, the hot guy and I didn't make eye contact.  He didn't even look at me, or at anyone for the matter.  He just stared straight ahead, as though he were in some marching contingent, as he made his way down the cafeteria aisle.

The rest followed suit.