Mean Girls: A Short Story

This place was set-up just like the one in Mean Girls, I kid you not. There were certain tables for certain clique's, it's been that way since I started going here. The thing was though, the clique's liked to switch it up every once in awhile and move to a different table, which I wasn't very fond of. I hate change.

My cousin's royal ass of a boyfriend strolled up beside us and slung his arm around her waist, not even giving her any sort of greeting. I swear, it's like he tried to out douche himself with every single thing that he does. I really dislike him, and I wish Shayla would break up with him already. She can do so much better.

"We're sitting with Allison today," Shayla stated as Daniel attempted to steer her in the direction of